That time I [F]ound out [M]y ex was stalking me.

This happened about 4 or 5 years ago, but sticks in my head as something memorable. So, my ex and I had the perfect relationship for about 3 months. She was passionate, caring, sweet, adorable and most of all, had an insanely high sex drive. But that all went to crap for the last two months, when she got hyper jealous and super hostile anytime I asserted even a sliver of independence from her. Eventually, her insecurity turned to aggression and threats… This caused our break up when it got to the point that I wasn’t even allowed to have a weeknight drink with my best friend without her accusing me of “banging some whore” and threatening to trash my stuff. So it ended, and she seemed to go away pretty painlessly.

Fast forward 2 months, and I’m coming home from work at around 7pm. Out of the corner of my eye, as I’m walking to my front door, I see the same make and model of her car parked down my street. But I know I have a neighbor across the street who drives the same car. As I’m putting my key in my front door, I think to myself, “But that guy normally parks on the other side of the street… and not that far down”. I take my key out of the door and walk back to the street. Look at the car parked down the street… look over at my neighbor’s apartment. Well, his car is parked where he normally parks it. Then I think “oh shit… there’s two cars”. I decide to walk down the street to get a closer look. This is like a horror movie, where I keep walking closer, and closer, and closer, and the people in the theater are like “WTF, man, go the other way.

When I get even with the car, I see her. Crouched down, laying back across the passenger seat, hoping I would keep walking by. But I was looking right at her. She rolled down the window, she was chill about being caught, I was chill about catching her. We made small talk and she told me she was in the neighborhood visiting her friend and that she stopped by and thought about talking to me, and was waiting in the car for me to come home, but lost her nerve. Ok, ok, that’s not too bad. Not too stalkery… right?

She got out of the car to talk to me. She was wearing a black dress with the low vneck, with the dress flaring out at the waist loosely and then ending just above her knee. Below that were dark brown “fuck me boots” with large straps and buckles along the side. This isn’t want she wore to work normally, I knew better, she was wearing something I would like. I wasn’t going to fall for this though. I told her “If you want to talk to me, we can walk down the street to the little sushi bar and have a talk over some apps and a drink”.

We walked the block to the bar together and got a corner booth. Even though it was U shaped, she sat on one side, and I sat on the other. We caught up about life, work, everything, while we ate a little food and had a couple of drinks. She finally broached the subject of why she was really there, and we had a long discussion of her wanting to get back together, and me not being able to deal with her jealousy or “her rages” (her words for when she gets angry). The whole time we were both friendly and open, and we continued to have one more drink, three or four more times. Then she said “If we can’t get back together, then we should at least fuck one last time”.

I always liked the shock value of the word “fuck” coming from such a sweet looking girl, and she liked to say it. I replied as any red blooded American, who just caught his irrational ex girlfriend parked outside his house would, “ok”. We walked back to my apartment, both feeling a bit buzzed, both walking much faster than we did to the bar. I opened the door and showed her in and walked in after her.

She quickly spun on me and was between me and the door. The weight of her body causing the door to slam shut, then she let her knees buckle and she slid down into a crouch, her back sliding down the door, until she was face level with my crotch. Her hand slid over the bulge in my jeans and she looked up at me with her big brown eyes, through her dark bangs and said “I missed your cock”… I replied “You’re not even going to kiss me first, no foreplay?” I was playing a little hard to get, but I could feel my cock getting hard under my jeans as she rubbed them. She said “I missed your cock more than I missed foreplay, please can I have it?”. She made a pouting expression with her lips and sad eyes, but in a playful way. I undid my belt and loosened my jeans, until they were just hanging on my hips, and she slid her hands over them and pulled my jeans down to my ankles. Then she ran her hand over my boxers and pulled me out of the slot in the fabric. With one or two strokes with her warm hand, she had me all the way hard. “You’re not going to get all weird if I tell you I’m still in love with your cock, are you?”. She was always a brat like this, but it took the emotional edge off. I nodded no, and she smiled up at me, and said “good, because I’m always going to love your cock”. Then without breaking eye contact she opened her mouth slowly for me to watch, then let her tongue hang out just slightly, wide and flat, and she brought my cock to her tongue and licked the bottom of the tip.

She repeated this licking motion 4 or 5 times until she broke eye contact with me and closer her eyes and took me into her mouth. I gasped in pleasure as she started to suck, kiss and lick my cock in only the way someone who actually is in love with your cock would. She was moaning onto my cock more than I was moaning getting it sucked. I let her continue for 10 minutes or more, without protest (who am I to protest such a thing), But she was working me into a frenzy and I wanted to kiss that perfect mouth of hers so badly, it had been 2 months since I kissed this gorgeous girl that was sucking my cock. So, I grabbed her from under her hair and motioned to pull her to her feet. She stood up panting. There was drool around her lips, her chin and down her neck, and she quickly tried to wipe some away with her hand before kissing me. But her lips were warm and wet as we kissed for the first time in months. It was a frenzied and passionate kiss, our hands were all over each other. We started to walk towards the bedroom together. She paused halfway and undid her boots and slipped them off. I stepped out of my jeans. We got to the bed room and she said “lose the shirt doctor, and lay the fuck down” She’s bossy too… I lost the shirt and slid back onto the bed. She paused for a moment, and slipped her panties off from under her dress, then she climbed onto the bed next to me, still wearing her dress, because she knows I love how she looks in dresses. So this is all part of her plan, that I keep walking straight into. She stands up on the bed and pulls her dress up to her waist, letting me see her naked lower body as she steps over me, and lowers herself onto me, sliding down onto her knees until her pussy is just over my mouth.

I grab her hips and pull her down the rest of the way. I was starving for her taste and I start to kiss her soft, warm, wet pussy. She loudly exclaims “fuck yes” and she presses her pussy down against my face and starts to rock her hips. She lets her hands drop away from the bottom of her dress and it falls around me, but she brushes it enough back so she can run her finger in my hair as she rides my mouth. “God… I fucking still love your mouth more than your cock” she says as she started to moan louder and louder. I’m drinking in as much of her juices as I can, but she’s soaking wet. Licking and sucking her lips, until my tongue finds her clit and brushes it softy with my tongue, as her body writhes in pleasure. She can never last too long once I start doing that, and her thighs tighten around my face and she starts to uncontrollably rock her hips, just before there’s a down pour of wetness from inside her. But I never stop kissing or sucking, never able to get enough of the taste of her. She’s not one to stop or need a moment after she orgasms either, as soon as the sensation passes, her hips start to rock again and she returns to soft moaning and grinding against my mouth, in five more minutes she cums for me again. Then she leans forward and plants her hands on the bed and slid herself down my body.

As she slides down she kisses me on the lips, finding my lips and face covered in her wetness. She starts to lick some of herself off my face between each kiss, she reaches down and finds my cock with her hand and effortlessly slides me inside her soaking wet pussy. Once I’m inside her… fuck, I missed being inside her. Even as wet as she is at that moment, she feels incredibly tight around me. She sits up, looks down at herself, she fixes her dress, fixes her hair so its falling back down into place, and she flails her skirt out so it’s spread over her legs and my body. So there is no sign of what’s happening underneath. She’s sitting ontop of me, moving her hips very slowly, holding my cock inside her, and making herself look pretty. Then she says “Do you like this dress? It’s new.” I reply. Trying not to be fully focused on being inside her “Oh, I didn’t realize, It’s really cute”.

Beth: “Did you want to fuck me as soon as you saw me in it?”.

Me: “yes”.

Beth: “Good, when I tried it on at the store, all I could think about was you fucking me in it”. Then she started to rock her hips faster and move her body more. Looking so fucking hot in her dress. Sliding up and down the length of me.

Beth: “All I could think about when I tried it on, was you cuming inside me while I was wearing it for you”. Fuck, she always knew just what to say.

Beth: “I think I’m in love with your cum still, are you going to give me some?”.

Yeah, she’s unique…

I can’t help myself by that time, and I’m clawing at her dress and panting and she’s moving her hips more and more. I know I shouldn’t, I know I can’t, I need to pull away or something… But I’m putty in her hands. And I let go in the moment and I cum for her. Filling her with me. Her head rolls back and she lets out a “Fuck yes..” and holds her hips still as she feels me pulsing inside her… Then she slides up and down a few times, just to make sure, and smiles at me. “Can I stay over for a little while, so we can do that again?”

There’s more to that night…but I thought I would stop here before it got too long.

*Edited to fix some spelling issues.

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