He was slowly sucking me , torturing me by going only a little down on me then pulling all the way off only to deep throat me to my balls, he was gent...y pulling away from me making me lift my hips for moreI was getting close when he pulled off me. The familiar scent of strawberries in the air , the cold lube sending a shiver through me, he felt it to because he giggled at me which just irritated me more,but my disappointment was replaced by excitement as I felt him on the bed and seen the. We used to come home after closing the last club just before dawn and I would immediately crash. Jill was in college and had a few more years of heavy duty drinking on me; I tried to keep up with her but usually failed miserably.One morning after one of these long nights of drinking, I awoke with the strangest feeling...I tried to think back to the details of the night before for something that could explain it. My memories of the last few hours of those types of nights was non-existent; I. I still remember the scene, open sky and no one to disturb the kissing lover. It was our 1st time. I left the kiss and started kissing her cheeks neck and cleavage. I was sucking her boob over her cloths and pressing the other.To our disgrace i heard someone’s footsteps and we got separated. Somehow we managed to escape. Whole night we had our 1st sex chat describing to what would have happened if we didn’t control.Time passed but we never got any chance until the friendship day. We planned to. ...you know....the typical 'Oh Shit' thoughts started wandering. I was just tired of typing and figured I really didn't have anything to lose. Everything would be pretty clear in about 10 minutes....I just gripped the armrest on my chair and whispered to myself, “Here we go." It was just sheer coincidence that we found each other again... and of all places... Facebook. We reconnected, chatting and catching up. We were both divorced, his more recent then mine, had kids and so on. We viewed each.