[M]et up with my ex [F]or a coffee

We hadn’t seen each other for almost 5 years. We’ve both moved on, though I’ve always felt we had unfinished business.

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I was visiting her city for work, so we met for coffee. Everything was quite grown up. She looked great, has switched to being a blonde and started wearing contacts. She is married now, but she changed the subject when I asked her about their home life. We talked about old friends and places, and the hour sped by. It was actually really nice, and although I felt a pang of regret I was glad we had met up. She dropped me at my hotel, where I had a few hours to kill before evening plans.

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Only minutes after I got to the room, she texted me to ask which number I was in. I replied, wondering if I’d left something behind or something.

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She knocked on the door, I opened it and immediately, wordlessly, her lips were on mine. We kissed passionately, I looked at her and started to talk, but she silenced me as we sat on the bed and kissed. She never used to wear dresses, but today she was and now she was placing my hand on her thigh and undoing my belt. Instincts and old patterns took over as we pulled my jeans off and she pulled me on top of her. I kissed her neck and pulled her knickers off. It felt amazing as she guided my cock into her, and she was wet and ready. I moved rhythmically, something familiar about it. My mouth moved around her neck and she pulled down her dress so I could put my face on her tits. We were only half on the bed so we looked at each other and I pulled her towards the edge, standing up without pulling out and then lifting her legs up slightly and fucking her harder. She moaned a lot. I asked about condoms and she shook her head.

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Breathless, I helped her onto her hands and knees and we pulled the dress off. She’s pale and was beautifully flushed. She propped herself up on a pillow and I started pounding her from behind, long, slow, hard thrusts. My hands on her hips and I have to admit I enjoyed delaying each thrust and admiring her ass. I realised she had a hand on her clit, something I’d never known her do before. I sped up and she came, loudly and then shouted at me to keep going. I shut my eyes and slammed into her, harder and harder, trying to hold on. I grabbed her tits and collapsed as I finished inside her. I think that pushed her over the edge again.

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We cuddled a bit and didn’t say anything. I think she was crying in the shower afterwards. We kissed and when she left she said we should forget it happened. I won’t see her again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9jl4wu/met_up_with_my_ex_for_a_coffee