The evil ex and the summer dress

Well, I call her the evil ex because she was the one that totally broke my heart, but she's not evil. It was just a case of right girl wrong time; or wrong girl right time; whatever, you decide.

Sex with her was pretty vanilla for the most part, but as I try to conjure up another story for you dear reader, one time in particular springs to mind.

We had been seeing each other for about half a year or so, but were in a long distance thing; so a honeymoon period that should have only lasted a few months was still going strong. My only memory of those times is long periods of abstinence, followed by all-too-short four day weekends which were usually spent screwing like bunnies.

One time, in a change to our usual routine, she came to visit me. I had just moved into a flat with my brother – a small complex, two up and two down, with our flat on the top right. Two girls lived in the one below below us but I'd only met them a handful of times. A family lived in the other flat beside them, and a a single older man by himself above them, next to us. The front of all four flats faced onto the small car park, and the backs faced onto a railway line. The two flats above were accessed by external stairs on either side of the building and all in all, it was a pretty cosy little place.

But I digress. I went to pick her up at the airport. It was strange – every time we saw each other we both got that instant jolt of electricity, like when you meet someone that you don't know, but that you have an instant connection with.

It was around mid-day, late spring, and for once we had decent weather, so people were hustling and bustling about in a cheerier mood than most other days. I had that pleasant butterfly-in-the-stomach nervousness as I waited at the arrival gate, and when she walked out, my jaw dropped. I'd seen her before for sure, and I would see her again, but this one time just sticks with me. She walked out wearing her hair up in plaits, and dressed in a cute summer dress. It was nothing special really – red with white polka dots, but just the way she walked out – so calmly and effortlessly, as though she was floating out on air (she told me later she was also nervous as shit) – knocked me for a loop. She was pretty for sure, and a great personality to boot, but all at once, I caught a glimpse of how incredibly hot she was, and it completely bowled me over.

All the drive home, I kept sneaking glances at her smooth shaved legs, thinking of how I'd soon have them wrapped around me. She chattered on, oblivious to my nervousness, and caught me up on all the details of what she'd been up to since we last saw each other – even though we talked every day. I only half listened to her, caught between trying to drive properly, listen to her talk, and imagining myself buried deep inside her once we got back to mine.

Abruptly, she stopped talking and said, 'what's that?'

'What?' I looked out the windows of the car for something unusual.

'No. That'. She reached her hand down and felt inside my jeans. 'Oh my God! How can you be this hard already? We're not even at yours yet!'

I snorted, 'Have you seen what you look like? I bet every guy on your flight had a boner when he saw you.'

She gave a small guilty giggle, 'Well yeah, I caught a few sneaky looks.' She looked at me carefully, 'I even flirted with a couple of them.'

Fuck. I knew what was coming next. I knew this particular game of hers.

'In fact. You could say I was pretty naughty.' Fucking. Bitch 'You don't like it when I'm naughty, do you?' she asked in a sweet, butter-wouldn't-melt voice.

I scowled at her and growled, 'No. I don't.'

She leaned over and started nibbling at my ear and neck. She whispered, 'When I'm naughty, you have to punish me, don't you?'

I gave her a look of disgust. 'Yes I do.'

What Sarah-Louise liked to do was turn me on with shit like this and get me so riled up that I would literally drop everything I was doing, no matter how important, just to fuck her, (or if she wasn't physically present, to go jerk off). Almost got caught a couple of times in work thanks to her.

She started licking at my neck, whispering all sorts of nasty stuff in my ear and rubbing my dick through my jeans, eventually unbuckling the belt so that she could reach her hand in comfortably.

Trying not to blow my load, and focussed on driving, I was releived when we turned into the small cul-de-sac I lived in. I pulled into the parking spot quickly and bolted out of the car, my jeans still loose. Feigning obliviousness, she took her sweet time getting out of the car, and after a few seconds of watching, I walked over and grabbed her roughly by the arm, pulling her towards the stairs to my upstairs flat.

'Oh what's wrong, Mark?' she cooed. 'Are you upset because I've been a naughty girl?' My nostrils flared in mock anger, 'I wonder how annoyed you'll be when I tell you I'm not wearing any underwear.'

I stopped pulling her along and turned to look at her, my eyes widening in question and my cock twitching.

'That's right. Nothing at all between me and this.' she reached down and stroked my crotch.

This was all in plain view of the two downstairs flats, but I couldn't hold back any longer. Even though my bedroom was literally a flight of stairs away, I grabbed her elbow again and dragged her round the side of the building, out of sight of the front windows. I pulled my cock out of my jeans properly and hoisted up her dress, pinning her against the wall under the stairs and buried myself in her in one go. No messing around, no foreplay, teasing, or feeling how wet she was. I just thrust into her in one go and was rewarded with a drawn-out, satisfied groan of 'oh fuck!' as she braced herself against the wall and lifted her legs up to wrap around me.

I started slamming cock in and out of her, this wasn't sexy, sweet lovemaking; this was raw, lusty, overpowering fucking. She started moaning and yelping loudly at each thrust, and, aware that there were most likely some of the neighbours home, I covered her mouth with my hand and fucked her even harder, hissing at her, 'you see what happens when you need to get punished?' She looked at me, her eyes smiling, and as I pumped into her again and again, her eyes started to unfocus, and her moans grew quiet in volume, but stronger in intensity. Slowly, her eyes rolled back in lust and as I took my hand away, her mouth opened in a silent scream as she began to contract and flutter around me, her wetness covering my cock and dripping out, down both our legs. Urged on by her slickness, I came hard, exploding into her with a few final thrusts, no longer caring if the neighbours could hear us, and not stopping my thrusting until my cock had started to soften.

I stepped back, and she sagged against me weakly, trembling all over, her legs still wrapped around me. I carried her upstairs, trying not to trip over my jeans, and brought her into my bedroom, where we did the same thing all over again. But with strawberries.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3cspj7/the_evil_ex_and_the_summer_dress