A Year Without Her, and Fate Crossed Our Paths in the Street

The afternoon heat bore down on the streets of central Seville as I walked aimlessly, lost among memories I couldn’t quite let go of. Nearly an entire year had passed since the last time I saw Naty, and it still hurt as much as it had on the first day. It wasn’t just any story. What we’d had was the kind of thing that sinks into your skin and never leaves.

Everything had fallen apart from one day to the next. After that last night—the one the three of us shared, including her husband—something went wrong. She disappeared without explanation. She blocked me on every social network, left my messages unopened, erased herself from my life as if she’d never existed. And I was left with the question stuck in my head: What had I done wrong?

A thousand times I thought he had forbidden her to see me. That he had locked her inside a cage of jealousy. But I never had any way of knowing, and with time I learned to live with that doubt the way one lives with a scar.

Until that afternoon.

I turned a corner without looking, lost in thought, and collided head-on with someone. We both nearly fell.

“Sorry, sorry!” I blurted out, instinctively holding her by the arm.

I looked up and the world stopped. It was her. Naty, her eyes wide open, just as surprised as I was. Time froze between us, and the attraction I thought I’d buried came crashing back into my chest with the same force as always.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her cheeks instantly catching fire.

She was more beautiful than I remembered. She wore a tight summer dress that outlined every one of her curves, the same curves that had filled my dreams so many nights. I smiled, my pulse racing.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied. “What a surprise.”

She fell silent for a second, biting her lip, and then everything came out at once.

“Why didn’t I hear from you again? Why did you block me? I wrote to you, you left me on read, and I thought I’d done something wrong. What was with all the mystery?”

I froze. I was the one who thought I’d been erased, and she had thought exactly the same thing about me.

“Wait,” I said. “You were the one who disappeared. I wrote to you everywhere, and I never got an answer.”

She lowered her gaze. She drew a breath before speaking.

“It’s because of Bruno. The last time, he got terribly jealous when he saw how devoted I was to you. When we got home, he was worked up and wanted to fuck me, to prove something to me. I opened my legs to calm him down, but it wasn’t the same anymore. The passion wasn’t there. I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock inside me, about the way you fucked me. She paused. “From that day on, everything changed. He started controlling me. My phone, my messages, my social media—everything. I feel like he watches my entire life. That’s why I cut myself off from you. I’m truly sorry.”

I listened in silence, understanding everything. The anger I’d carried for months dissolved in an instant.

“Don’t worry,” I told her gently. “I imagined it was something like that. And look at you now… the years have treated you far too well.”

I took her hand and slowly spun her around, as if we were dancing in the middle of the sidewalk. Her dress flared open for an instant with the movement, and I looked once more at those curves I knew by heart, which seemed even fuller than the last time.

Naty bit her lip. Her brown eyes darkened in a way I recognized immediately.

“I’ve thought about you so many times, Diego,” she said in a hoarse voice, almost breathless. “I wondered what would have happened if we hadn’t separated. I’ve come thinking about you more nights than I can count.”

I took another step. I slipped my hand around her waist, feeling the heat of her body through the fabric.

“Then let’s not waste this opportunity,” I murmured close to her ear. “Come back with me, even if it’s only for a while. I want to fuck you until you’re voiceless.”

She trembled beneath my touch. She closed her eyes for an instant, then nodded decisively.

“Yes,” she said softly. “I thought you were never going to ask. I’m already wet just imagining it. But I don’t have much time… two hours at most. After that I’ll have to think of something when I get home.”

“Relax,” I replied. “We’re going to make the most of those two hours.”

***

The hotel where I was staying was three blocks away. We covered them almost at a run, our hands searching for each other and our lips meeting in hurried, feverish kisses, as if we were afraid the moment might evaporate. I couldn’t hold back in the elevator: I pushed her against the mirrored wall, slipped my hand beneath her dress, and stroked her pussy over her underwear. She was already soaked. The fabric clung to her lips, and when I pulled aside the elastic and sank two fingers into her hot flesh, Naty let out a hoarse moan against my mouth.

“Fuck, I can’t wait,” she panted, biting my lip. “Fuck me now, right here if necessary.”

“In bed,” I promised, pulling out my glistening fingers and sucking them in front of her. “And I won’t stop until I empty myself completely.”

As soon as we crossed the room’s threshold, our clothes began falling to the floor. We tore them off each other amid laughter and ragged breathing, devoured by the desire we’d been repressing for a year. I yanked her dress down, tore off her bra, and her tits sprang free, round and already hard-nippled as stones. I bent down and caught one in my mouth, sucking hard and nibbling it while I kneaded the other breast with my free hand. She tore at my shirt, panting, searching for my fly with clumsy fingers.

When she finally freed my cock, she grabbed it with both hands and let out a long sigh, as if reclaiming something lost.

“God, how I missed it,” she murmured, running her thumb over the already-wet tip. “It’s exactly as I remember it.”

She dropped to her knees without my asking. She looked up at me with those brown eyes full of desire, then took my entire cock into her mouth in one movement. I felt it reach the back of her throat, squeezing me, and my legs buckled. Naty began sucking me hungrily, with all her pent-up need, sucking and licking from the base to the tip, dragging her tongue over my balls and spitting to make everything slide. I grabbed her hair with one hand and set the pace, gently pushing her head against my shaft.

“That’s it, sweetheart, suck it like you know how,” I groaned, watching her work. “A year waiting for that mouth.”

She answered by speeding up, moving her head forcefully, swallowing me until she gagged, then coming back for more. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits, and the sight almost made me come right there. Before I lost control, I hauled her up, carried her to the bed, and threw her onto her back.

I laid her on the bed and paused for a second to look at her. Her naked body stretched out before me was an image I’d missed every night. I spread her legs wide and spent a moment gazing at her pussy, swollen, glistening, screaming for me.

“You’re even more spectacular than I remembered,” I told her as I slowly climbed between her thighs.

But I didn’t climb all the way up. First I bent down and buried my face between her legs. I ran my tongue all the way from bottom to top, savoring her, tracing her lips with the tip before closing my mouth around her clitoris and sucking. Naty screamed and arched suddenly, grabbing my hair with both hands.

“Ah, fuck, yes!” she shrieked. “Eat me, eat it all, don’t stop.”

I ate her without mercy. I thrust my tongue inside her, pulled it out, made circles on her clitoris, and buried two fingers in her while I kept sucking. She writhed beneath me, rocking her hips against my face and smearing my mouth with her juices. When I felt her begin to tremble and clamp my head between her thighs, I sped up. Naty let out a long howl and came in my mouth, soaking me, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” I whispered, moving up her body, kissing her belly, breasts, and neck.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and impatiently pulled me toward her. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the accumulated desire, the same urgency I felt. She grabbed my cock and put it against her entrance herself, rubbing herself against the tip.

“Then show me how much you missed me,” she panted, moving her hips against me. “Put it all the way in. Don’t hold back. Fuck me like you did that time.”

She didn’t need to say it twice. I entered her in one long, deep thrust, all the way to the bottom, and we both moaned at once. Her pussy squeezed me like a hot, wet fist, sucking and swallowing me. Our bodies fell into place immediately, remembering a rhythm they had never forgotten. I began pumping hard, pulling my cock almost all the way out before driving it back in to the hilt. Every thrust made her arch, dig her nails into my shoulders, and cling to me as if her life depended on it. Her tits bounced with every impact, and I lowered my mouth to bite and suck her nipples without stopping fucking her.

“Yes, like that,” she cried, tightening around me. “Harder. Break my pussy. Don’t you dare stop. I needed this so badly…”

I grabbed one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, opening her wider and going deeper. Naty screamed and writhed, her mouth open and her eyes rolled back. I fucked her that way for a good while, feeling her squeeze me in spasms, until I carefully turned her so she was on top of me. I fell back onto the mattress and guided her by the hips while she took control. She impaled herself on my shaft in one sitting, all the way to the bottom, and stayed still for a second, her face twisted with pleasure.

“You’re all the way to my uterus,” she moaned, beginning to move. “I can feel all of it inside me.”

The view from below left me speechless: her body rocking, her tits rising and falling with the rhythm of her hips, her skin shining with sweat, total surrender written across her face. I grabbed her ass with both hands and set the tempo, making her ride me faster.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” she moaned, bracing her hands on my thighs as she moved with force. “Faster. Fuck me, fuck me.”

I matched her movements, lifting my hips to receive her and thrusting up into her every time she came down, and a wave of pleasure swept through us both at the same time. She threw her head back, lost in the sensation, and I brought my wet thumb to her ass, barely pressing and playing with the rim. Naty let out a muffled cry and pressed herself even harder against me.

“I love the way you move,” I managed to say, breathless. “And I love how tightly that pussy grips.”

One of her hands moved down to her own clitoris, finding the precise spot, and she began rubbing herself while she kept riding me. Her movements grew frantic, uncoordinated, desperate.

“God, I’m so close,” she panted. “Come with me. Come inside me, please, I want to feel it. Fill me.”

I couldn’t resist. After a few more deep, firm thrusts, we both fell into the same abyss. I felt her pussy close around my cock in tight waves while I unloaded inside her, jet after jet, emptying myself to the last drop. Naty let out a scream that surely carried through the walls, not caring about anything, and collapsed onto my chest, panting and trembling, my semen spilling between her thighs and dripping onto my belly. I wrapped my arms around her and left little kisses on her damp skin.

“I missed this,” I murmured, my voice thick with feeling. “I missed you.”

She lifted her head and caressed my cheek.

“I don’t want us to separate again,” she said firmly. “No matter what happens, we belong to each other. This pussy is yours, even if I sleep with someone else.”

I nodded, knowing she was right. No matter how hard life tried to separate us, it always found a way to bring me back to her.

***

The minutes slipped through our fingers, but we stretched every one as far as we could. We lost ourselves completely in each other, tracing every inch of skin with our hands, lips, and tongues, mapping one another’s bodies from memory in case life separated us again. I had barely caught my breath when I already had her on all fours at the edge of the bed, her ass raised and her back hollowed, offering me that pussy soaked with my own cum. I spread her open with my thumbs and thrust into her again with a sharp push. Naty buried her face in the mattress and screamed, her ass in the air, rocking it against me every time I thrust.

“Like that, really hard, give it to me hard,” she begged in a broken voice. “Make it hurt tomorrow. I want to get home still feeling you.”

I grabbed her hair and pulled it, arching her neck, fucking her with a year’s worth of pent-up fury. I slapped her ass, and her skin reddened instantly. Again. And once more. Naty moaned louder and louder, squeezing me from within and soaking my balls with what ran out of her. Before coming again, I turned her over, put her on her side, lifted one leg, and settled behind her, entering her spooning-style while I bit her shoulder and pinched her nipples.

I had her in a thousand ways: on top of me, beneath me, on her side, spread open so I could reach deeper, on her back so I could hold her while I made her mine. I licked her ass, slipped a finger inside her while I fucked her in front, and left her mouth dripping after coming for the second time across her tits. Every position was a discovery, a piece of lost time we reclaimed by force.

Soaked in sweat and trembling from the effort, we collapsed together when the clock finally gave us no more time. The evening light filtered through the blinds, splitting her face into golden stripes. Naty curled against my chest, semen still running down her thighs, and little by little our hearts returned to their normal rhythm.

“No more goodbyes,” I told her softly, kissing her forehead. “Now you’re mine, and you always will be.”

“Good,” she whispered with a smile. “Because I’m not going to let you go again.” Then something changed in her expression and she sat up abruptly. “But I have to go now. I need to come up with something, I’m already terribly late. Bruno will kill me if I don’t.”

She sprang out of bed. She was herself again: the woman who, when reality returned, filled with nerves and began doing everything in a rush, as if she would never have enough time.

I stayed sprawled out, enjoying the spectacle. I watched her move around the room, gathering the clothes we had thrown everywhere, her ass still marked by my hands and a strand of my cum running down the inner side of her thigh, with that adorable urgency witnessed only by those four walls.

“Why are you staring at me so much?” she protested. “I’m a complete mess. You’re making me nervous.”

“You’re gorgeous,” I laughed. “All fucked and disheveled, just the way I like you. But you, as always, get nervous the moment you run out of time. You’re my own personal Cinderella: as soon as the hour strikes, you run.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” she said as she adjusted her dress without putting her panties back on. “You know I get like this, and Bruno is very jealous.”

“Relax, sweetheart. I know the rules now. I’ll hold back the urge to write to you. But you can do it: send me a message, a sign, anything, so I know you’re all right. I don’t want to lose you again.”

She approached the bed with shining eyes. She took my face in one hand and gave me a long kiss, the kind that clings to your mouth for hours.

“I love you,” she said. “I’ll do everything I can so we can see each other again. I promise.”

“I’ll be here,” I replied, “waiting to hear from you.”

She gave me one last kiss and left almost running, closing the door behind her. Her perfume remained floating in the air, filling the room with her presence.

***

About half an hour passed. I was still lying there, my cock sticky and the smell of sex all over my body, replaying every moment, when a message arrived from the number that had blocked me:

“I’ve had the best day of my life. With you it’s always different; you fuck me like no one else. I can still feel your cum running down my thighs while I walk. Sometimes I think about what our life together would have been like… but I don’t regret a thing. I thank fate for crossing our paths again. I don’t want you to stop being part of me, even if I can’t write to you whenever I want. One more thing: go to the bathroom; I left you a keepsake. Keep it so you don’t forget me. I’m already getting home. Don’t reply—let me be the one to do it. Take care.”

I stared at the screen, surprised that she had dared to write to me. But I respected her request and didn’t answer. I jumped up and went to the bathroom. There, hanging from the shower door, I found her thong, still warm, soaked with a mixture of her juices and my semen, her scent embedded in the fabric. I didn’t hesitate for a second: I brought it to my face and let myself be enveloped by that unmistakably hers smell, the one that had bewitched me from the first time. I sucked the fabric, tasting both of us together, and felt my cock harden again.

Then I understood her last remark before she left, when she had laughingly told me she was leaving without panties, with my cum running down her. I smiled to myself in the middle of the bathroom, imagining her hurrying down the street with that sensation, her thighs sticky and her pussy still open from my cock.

I didn’t take long to become fully aroused. I gripped my cock with my right hand and pressed her thong to my nose with my left. I began masturbating slowly, then faster, imagining her at that very moment taking a taxi with her thighs soaked, smiling inwardly at the secret stuck to her skin. I jerked off thinking about how I had ruined her, about how she had sucked my shaft, about the face she’d made when she came on top of me. It didn’t take long: I came with a grunt, spilling onto my hand and onto the fabric of her thong itself, leaving a memory of mine mixed with hers in honor of the woman fate had returned to me when I had already given her up for lost.

I hope, dear readers, that those who made it this far enjoyed this reunion as much as I did. I’m still waiting for Naty to write to me, hoping fate will be generous again and give us one more adventure, the kind that remains tattooed on the soul forever.