Your ex. (m/f . m-pov)

You are back in your hometown because it’s been too long, and you need to visit family. You get a text from your ex-girlfriend—which is weird because you never talk anymore. She says she heard you are in town and wanted to know if you’d like to get together for a coffee or ‘something.’

You agree to do it because it’s been a long time and you genuinely would love to know how she is doing. You make plans to meet the next day at the pub you used to go to all the time together—you don’t look too much into that because there aren’t very many good places to go.

You arrive first because of course, you are the one who waits for her. She walks into the pub looking more beautiful than you remember. She has a smile that could bring you to your knees—it often did. She’s wearing bright red lipstick and a sundress that delicately drapes over the curves of her hips and breasts. Your heart skips a beat. Did she always look this good?

You can’t help but think of that one Valentine’s day when she slowly stripped out of your collared shirt for you revealing black lingerie with knee-high stockings. She teased you and blindfolded you; teasing your cock and sitting on your face. You will never forget how wet she was.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost forget to pay attention.

“You look good,” She says with a smile. Why does she have to smile at you like that?

You catch up and reminisce about old times. You always made each other laugh and tonight was no different.

After a few drinks, she ends up venting to you about her current boyfriend. You reassure her of her worth and hear her out. It bothers you to hear about him, but you put up with it — that fucking smile.

It’s getting late, so you decide it’s time to head out. You offer to walk her home, and she suggests taking the long route. Not wanting the evening to end you oblige and take your time.

You stop at a park close to her apartment.

She brushes her hand on yours and looks you in the eyes.

“You know, I’ve really missed you.”

Not being able to conjure a lucid sentence you react on impulse and go in for a kiss. Your heart is pounding because you know this shouldn’t be happening. However, your lips are eagerly met by hers. Her lips are full and soft; she tastes familiar and welcoming. You always had great physical chemistry.

She presses into you, and you can feel her perfect tits pressing against you. You can’t help but get hard instantly.

“Oh my, I recognize that guy,” She says playfully and smiles — that fucking smile.

You start to make out passionately. Your hand slides up her sundress to meet her perfect, soft, handful of an ass.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?”

“Nope,” She says starring into your eyes.

You feel her hands hastily opening your pants. Still in an embrace, she has your cock out and is stroking you hard and fast like she’s been thinking about fucking you all night. You turn her around, lift up her dress and slide into her with ease. You haven’t felt anyone that wet since *that* Valentine’s day.

She backs onto you faster and faster while your hands rediscover her perfect tits and soft delicate skin.

“Oh my god. Please don’t stop fucking me…”

She grabs your hand and puts her fingers in her mouth. She puts your hand on her clit, and you know exactly what to do.

She is so wet you have trouble staying inside of her, but she makes sure you’re not going anywhere.

“Baby…oh my god”

You recognize her plea and you start to fuck her slow and hard.

“I’m gonna cum…fuck”

She shakes and holds you in pace. You forget you are in public, but it’s late enough not to worry about being seen.

She exhales and pauses for a second. Without a word, she gets on her knees in front of you and pulls her perky tits out of her dress. She takes your cock in her mouth a few times; her lipstick is smudging all over her face and your cock. You were always impressed by how big her mouth is.

“I know you like cumming on my tits. Cum for me baby.”

It always pushes you over the edge to hear that. You explode all over her tits, getting some in her hair.

“Wow…you really needed that.” She laughs.

“Apparently so did you.”

Exhausted you help her clean up. She blushes as if just realizing what she did.

“My boyfriend is probably waiting up for me.”

“Yeah, I guess you should get back to it.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

That fucking smile.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b4qv3k/your_ex_mf_mpov