I hopped in my 01 Honda Accord anticipating and wondering what it would be like to see Tre after all these years. It was a very warm summer night so I had all the windows down. The combination of the cool breeze and the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear led me to open my legs to enjoy that nice sensation. For a second, I closed my eyes and imagined Tre inside me once again. Just the thought of Tre’s sexy ass caused me to get wet and I felt my moistness dripping onto my thighs.
I pulled into the diner’s lot at 11:50p and did a quick survey of the premises to make sure Tre hadn’t arrived yet. Punctuality wasn’t his specialty, so I was confident I would beat him there. As I waited for him I felt my phone vibrating in my purse. It was a text from Brian saying that I’m probably sleeping but he wanted to let me know that he was still out with his co-workers and would be home late but no later than .
I glanced at it and threw the phone back in my purse. I knew I would be home well before 3:00a and Brian would never be the wiser. I hated lying to him because he was so trustworthy but some things just couldn’t be avoided. I needed to see Tre.
Around , a black Lincoln Navigator with tinted windows pulled into the lot and I knew it was Tre. He parked a few cars down from me and I knew he didn’t see me so I got out the car and approached the vehicle’s driver’s side window.
“What’s up sexy?” Tre asked as he hopped out of the Truck and picked me off the ground and spun me around with a huge smile.
Tre smelled so good. I could tell he had just gotten out the shower and threw on what smelled like Dolce & Gabbana cologne. He had on a fresh v-neck t shirt, jeans and timbs. Prison may have hurt his pockets but did wonders for his chest, arms and abs.
It felt good to be in his arms again but I didn’t want to let him know just how good.
“Ok, Tre. Put me down.”
“My bad, T. It’s good to see you again. Damn, you look better than I remember. I like what you’re doing with your hair.”
Even though I just threw it up in pony tail, I knew Tre would like it. He loved when I wore my hair up with my hoop earrings. My hair had grown significantly since the last time he saw me so I guess he was feeling it. I used to always go out of my way to look the way Tre wanted me to… and I guess I still did.
“Thanks, Tre. Did you want to go inside and get something to eat?”
“Not yet. Actually, I’d like to just sit outside and talk to you. Your complexion looks so beautiful in the moonlight.”
Tre always knew exactly what to say at the right moment. His compliments made me blush, so I changed the subject.
“So who is this Mike guy that you’re staying with? Do I know him?”
“No you don’t know him. I met him in prison. He got out a few years ago. I squashed some beef with this dude for him when we were locked down and ever since we’ve been cool. He’d do just about anything for me. That’s my man.”
“Oh ok. That’s what’s up. Seems like a good guy. Be careful out here Tre. I don’t want you getting mixed up with those guys from the past.”
“T, can you take a ride with me?” He asked changing the subject.
“I thought you wanted to get something to eat.”
“I’m not really hungry. Are you?”
I was a little hungry and could have eaten but I was more curious to see what Tre had in store for me, so I lied.
“I’m ok right now. We don’t have to get anything to eat. Where did you want to go?”
“Come on. Hop in. You’ll see.”
A familiar feeling of living on the edge came back to me at that moment that as I got into his truck. That was the difference between Brian and Tre. Brian was fun to be around but also very predictable. I always knew what to expect with him. Tre always had a few tricks up his sleeve.
After about 15 minutes of small talk, we arrived at a park in Chestnut Hill, which is in a pretty nice park of Philly. Over the years, Tre and I shared some great memories there. Tre turned off the ignition and opened all the windows and the sunroof and then turned off the air conditioner.
“Tre, what are you doing? You know my situation. I’m happy with Brian.”
“Really? If so, then why are you here with me knowing what’s about to go down?”
“Excuse me?” I asked indignantly.
“Come on, T. We both know what it’s hittin for. I missed you and you missed me. Are you going to tell me you haven’t missed me?” he asked as he leaned over and put his hand on my thigh.
His hand being there sent chills up my spine and I pulled away.
“Tre, stop it. Can you take me back to my car? It was a mistake coming here.”
“No. the only mistake I made was letting you get away for all these years but I’m back and ready to claim what’s mine.”
“Oh what’s yours? I’m yours now? You gave up that right when you got sent to jail. You didn’t care about me. All you cared about was making money. I never cared about that life. All I wanted was you”, I said as I fought my hardest to hold back the tears.
“T, It kills me to think about how I hurt you. I’m back now and would never leave you again. Come here…”
With those soft words Tre leaned over and wiped my tears and gently kissed my cheek.
“I never stopped loving you, girl.”
Tre, then kissed my lips softly as he caressed my face with his hands. I wanted to pull away but our attraction was undeniable. I kissed him back softly as he pulled me closer. As our kiss became more intense, I felt his large hand move further up my thigh and wetness started to drip down my leg.
“Stop, Tre. We can’t do this. I have to get back home,” I said as I mustered one last attempt to restrain myself.
“You never could resist me so stop trying”, he said as he reached all the way up and felt that I wasn’t wearing underwear.”
I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. As I tried to pull away, Tre reached over and grabbed me by my ass and lifted me over the armrest onto his lap so that I was straddling him. Our kiss became passionate and Tre lifted my dress up around my waist as we grinded.
“You want me to stop, T? You really want to go home to your man? Huh?” He asked as pulled down the straps of my dress and exposed my erect nipples.
I felt Tre’s hard dick begging to be let out of his jeans. As he kissed my breasts, which he knew was my spot, I abandoned any hope of returning home without sexing Tre right there in the truck.
“Damn Tre, why did you have to do that? You know I can’t take you doing that,” I said as I closed my eyes and moaned softly.
As Tre used his strong arms to lift me and move my hips in a circular motion on top of him, I wondered who wanted who more, me or him. Tre always had this thing he did to my nipples with his tongue that I swear could make me cum in minutes. After that, I couldn’t take it anymore so I unbuttoned his pants and watched his dick shoot straight up in the air.
I pulled his pants down and inserted his 9 inches inside of me. It was tough going in because even though Brian and I had a healthy sex life, he was no where as big as Tre was.
As I rode Tre, my soft moans turned into loud cries of ecstasy. He lifted me up against the steering wheel and gave it to me the way I had longed for all these years he was locked down. By that time, my dress was gone and I rode him wildly until his warm cum rushed inside me. I could always tell when Tre was cumming because he would always grip me tightly, moan softly and say something like,
“Damn, T. you feel so good. 7 years was a long time. I hope you don’t think I’m done with you.”
Tre was always spontaneous and what happened next was a page right out of his book. Tre opened the door of the Navigator and turned me around up against the truck.
He entered me from behind as I stood naked in the park. Anyone walking by could have seen us but neither of us cared. I bent over a backed it up into him as we both came passionately several more times.
“I love you, T. I missed you.”
“I love you too, Tre” I said as I laid in Tre’s arms in the back seat of the truck for what seemed like hours.