Bumping into my ex on vacation leads to her masturbating in front of me followed by angry sex [MF] – Part 4

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This is the final part of what happened when I bumped into my ex on vacation in Bangkok. You can read parts 1, 2 & 3 linked above. As always, if you wanna dive straight to sexy time , look for the ———————————————————

Riley sat on the lounge chair with her shoulders slumped. The two straps of her denim overalls hung forward at their buckles. Her black tube top cuddled the breasts I had seen only days prior.

I chose to ignore the fact I hadn’t replied her message. “What’s up I ask?” the air visibly dense with smoke. She pouts, pulling a drag off her cigarette as a bright red halo lights in ignition.

I expect her to repeat her question and was left flummoxed as she says, “I could hear you and Melanie”. Not teasingly, not seductively, but with a pained expression.

My mind scrambled in confusion. I should’ve just walked away, but something about the look she wore let guilt overpower me and I could only babble an uhmmm.

Just then, Ellen pops out of her room, shifting a laptop around in circles. “Hold on babe”, she says to the laptop moving further forward. “Ah I think the connection’s better out here”, she continues, freezing when she looks up and sees us by the pool.

“Oh sorry”, she awkwardly waves. “No no, not you babe”, she spoke to the laptop once more.

“We’re going inside”, Riley mouthed pointing towards her room. Before I know it, my legs involuntarily jerk forward, tailing her as she picks up a bottle of Jack along the way for company. My mind was still numbed by her earlier revelation to know any better. I should have walked away. I should have said *so?*

The sound of her door slamming shut snapped me out of my daze.

“Yeah, like I was saying, I heard you and Melanie,” she repeated, her expression now hardened, her glare burning into my face — a familiar look — one I remembered seeing far too often during our relationship. A look that shook me back into reality.

“What the fuck?”, I snap, my cascading thoughts finally imploding. “No no no, let me finish”, I say hearing her trying to argue.

“This was all *you*. You’re the one who told we weren’t going to fuck anymore. You’re the one who told me it was okay to go for Melanie. You’re the one who tried to rile me up with William”.

William. Fucking William. The very utterance of his name made me realise he was no where in sight. I refused to ask Riley, but my wandering eyes told her more than my words ever could.

“Looking for William ? He’s gone. Long gone. Fuck you Tyler. We may be older but you’re just as stupid”, she slapped her hands on the bed. “I just wanted to be the old me for a while, okay”.

She told me about her long commitment to Rob, how faithful she had been to him only for it to blow up in her face. He was the first guy she had ever stayed faithful to. She thought he was the one.

“I just wanted to be 19 again”, she sighed. “I wanted to have fun. I wanted to make you jealous”.

“No”, I stop her instantly. “You don’t get to do that. You were doing all that with William to get to me?”.

“Yes!”, She raises her arms like I was an idiot that finally solved the equation she expected me to already know.

“What about Melanie?”, I ask , refusing to believe her outlandish story. “Why would you give her the green light then ?”.

“I didn’t think you’d actually fuck Melanie!”, she raises her voice , tilting the bottle of Jack between her lips. “It’s fine. You fucked Melanie. I fucked William”.

“Stop”, I cut her off. “I don’t want to hear anymore”.

“What”, she snigges mockingly. “Does the thought of me fucking William piss you off?”.

It did. My fists involuntarily balled up by my sides. I shake my head. Riley may have grown older, but she hadn’t changed.

“You wondering if he was better than you?”. Riley slaps me in the chest before taking another swig. “Don’t worry, he couldn’t even make me cum — and I made him use a condom”.

“Fuck this,” I angrily charge to the door, turning back as I grip the knob. “You haven’t changed at all Ri. You manipulate and you lie and you —”.

“You never answered me”, Riley breaks the distance between us.

“What?!”, my flaring temper were on its final legs.

“Does the thought of me fucking another guy piss. you. off ?”, she slowly enunciates her final few words.

My grip on the doorknob strained, as did my ire.

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“Punish me”, she whispers into the air. Two words that meant nothing without context, but enough to hurtle me over the edge.

I roughly pull her into me. My breaths ragged as our lips met roughly.

“Punish me Ty”, Riley repeated into my mouth.

“Papaya”, I say pulling away. To anyone else, the word would’ve shattered  the moment with a fit of laughter. Not Melanie though, for she knew, it was our safe word from years prior. 

“Papaya,” she nods back, reaching her hands behind me as we kiss once more. My eyes are closed as I feel for her the right buckle , then the left, unhooking them both, the denim overalls brushing my thighs and dropping with a light clack.

When my eyes finally open, Riley’s left with her black tube top and red lace panties. I command her to get on all fours. She complies obidiently, her chest planted on the bed, her back curving delicately leading to her ass, wiggling as it dangled over the edge.

I don’t speak. I merely move my palms over the fabric of Riley’s red panties, soaking in the plumpness of her ass like an exotic fruit.  

“Ready?”. 

“Please”, she begs. 

Whup. My soft stroke suprises Riley who stays quiet. 

Whup, another soft stroke. Whup, and another. I feel the muscles in her ass begin to contract, her cheeks slowly priming themselves for what was to come.

“Harder Tyler”. 

“Say please”, I command. 

“Please Tyler, harder..”

Smack, my palm stings her ass cheek. 

Smack, it slaps the other, my swing stinging her, producing a sound both loud and brief.

I see Riley’s back begin to stretch, the perfect arc her ass formed slowly drooping. 

“Are you okay?”, I check. 

“Mhmmm”, she devilishly smiles at me before burying her face back onto the bed. 

Whack.  

Whack. 

Whack. “Fuck”, Riley curses as the last smack impacts her ass. 

I see her cheeks turn crimson as a spot begins to darken over her panties. 

“Youre getting wet aren’t you?”. 

“Fuck, I want you in me Ty”, she stretched her hands back, her fingers aching to rub her pussy until I push them away. 

“Tsk. Tsk. Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Whack.

“Did I?”, I demand an answer. 

Whack. 

“No”, Riley  cries out, her panties now maroon where it covered her pussy. 

 
I grabbed her ass cheeks, hooking her panties to the side and plant my nose to inhale her, giving her pussy a generous long lick. “This ass is mine”.

“Uuuuh”, she moans pushing her ass back into my face. “Please”. 

“You like playing games , don’t you slut?”, I back away. I flip her forward and pull her by her thighs. She hurriedly wiggles her panties off. My hands move to the only remaining fabric of clothing she has left – her tube top, pulling one side down and taking her nipple between my fingers when her breast falls out. Slowly twisting them, Riley unbuttons me, clumsily edging my pants and boxers off.

My cock flops out, quickly filling as I remove pull Riley’s tube top over her head. My erection was hard enough, and I kissed her entrance with it, parting her pussy lips , careful not to push in. I slide my member over her pussy, letting Riley feel how hard I was, how thick I was. I wanted her pussy to ache for my cock. I do this twice. Then thrice. Each time grazing her clit.

“Play with yourself”. My instruction leaves her with an open mouth.

“You — you can’t be serious. Please Tyler, I want you to fuck me”.

“Oh, but I am serious”, I push myself away from her. “I want you to masturbate. But — you can’t cum”. 

“I want you in me Ty”, she bargains once more, her eyes glued to my cock.

“If you listen”, I say, “then maybe you’ll feel me in you”. 

Riley was much too aroused to argue for long, and she slowly begins to circle her clit.

“Good girl”. I take my place on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking my cock watching her.

“You like watching me?”, she asks, licking her fingers before reinserting them in herself. Her nipples raise, now engorged and excited.

I control my own strokes, the sight of her panting, moaning, sweat begining to trickle down her chest a sight I would forever remember.  

As much as I thought I knew her body, she always knew it better. Her fingers picked up pace, drenched as they flicked fluids dripping from her pussy all around. Within minutes, her moans turned grew in volume. She reached for my cock, but again I pushed her hand away. 

“Not yet”. 

“Fuck Tyler , I’m close”. She slowed her fingers trying to delay the inevitable, but her breaths were laboured, toiling in pleasure.

“Can I cum Tyler?”. 

“Not yet”. 

“Please Tyler. Let me cum. Let me fucking cum”, her fingers now furiously circling, the audible squishing a sign she was moments away. Riley’s eyes strained with a clenched jaw. “I’m gonna cum Ty. I’m gonna cu —”, I pry her hands away. 

“Did I say you could cum?”. 

“No”, she whined, gathering her breath. I flip her over, her ass instinctively sticks out.

I immediately take her from behind , grabbing her waist as I slide in with ease, her vagina soaking. Riley whimpers with an oooh.

I feel her pussy for what felt like the first time. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t drunk like the day prior. My dick explored every inch, every bump, every ridge it could sense. 

“Don’t stop Ty. Please don’t stop”, she screams into the bed. Her ass cheeks were still a dark hue, as I began slapping the right cheek. “This is your pussy”, she cries out. 

Whack. “Ohhh”, she hoarsely moaned, moving her head to the side and biting on a bit of bedsheet. 

Whack. “Mnghh”, she spat the bedsheet out. 

“Don’t fucking stop”, she cried out. My cock was sliding in and out with furious pace, her pussy squishing and sloshing as it did, coating my dick with her radiating fluids.  My balls slapping her skin like two mad pendulums. Her moans. My growls. It filled the room like an erotic chorus for ages. 

I felt the tip of my cock begin to stiffen and I knew I was close. But Riley was ahead of me. 

“I need to cum. Can I cum Ty?”. 

“Say please”, my voice gruff, holding back my own orgasm.

“Please — can I come. Please”, she begs whimpering, her hands pulling the bedsheet from their tightly made corners. I see her drooling, a soft puddle forming next to her lips.

“Cum for me”, I finally permit. “Cum on my cock”. 

“I’m cumming Ty. I’m cumm..”, Riley spat out as her ass slammed back into my groin, burying the side of her face into the bed. Her lips curved into a wide O, her moans crackling over and over as if it were the climax of an exorcism. Her pussy gripped me cock tightly, pulsing angrily over my throbbing member until it finally let go, her body released from its carnal torment. 

I slowly inched to pull my cock out, but Riley’s hand shakily reached back to mine. 

“Don’t — don’t stop.” 

“Are you sure?”, I check back with her.

“Cum in me. I want your cum in me Ty”. 

I slowly turn her over, briefly seeing the bedsheet stained with her sweaty outline. 

I line up my dick, and she pushes her breasts together, biting her lower lip. It reignites the fire in my groin that briefly extinguished. I push into her, pushing her legs back so her thighs rest on my pecs. 

“Oh fuck”, she groans again and again. I wouldn’t last long, but I resolve to make her cum one more time before I do. My cock however is too close. My thighs tighten, and although I can’t see them, I know the veins around my temples flare.

I grunted and groaned, but I knew the inevitable was about to happen.  

“I’m gonna cum Ri”, I warn. 

“Fill me up Ty. Cum in my pussy”. Her words spoken with such filth and pleasure finally did it for me.

“Fuckk”, I grunt loudly as my dick unloads cum in her, my whole body paralysed. I feel my cock throb, twitching angrily as every ounce of me is drained into Riley until I feel it calm, my climax ebbing. 

I fall over Riley, my hands holding me up, and kiss her, my flaccid dick still within. 

“Fucking hell Tyler”. 

“I know”, I say kissing her again. 

“You finally came in me”, she gleefully claps. I smile pushing her hair behind her ear (I know, cliche as fuck) . 

“You okay Ri? That wasn’t too much?”. 

“You kidding? That was the best sex I’ve ever had”, she doesn’t even attempt to disguise her delight, slowly pulling out of me.

I hadn’t forgotten about earlier, not entirely.

“I need to wash you out of me. Give me a second”. Riley sits up before calling my attention right as she gets off the bed. “This is all you”, she smiles looking down. I see my cum slowly trickling down her right thigh. “Wow you really fucking *came* “, she coos as I admire my handiwork. 

“You need help getting cleaned up?”, I ask innocently. She flips her palm. “Nah I’ll only be a second”.

My mind buzzed with thoughts of leaving, remembering what had led to us fucking in the first place. I couldn’t bring myself to do it however. Not because I had feelings for her, rather I knew Riley needed to feel safe. The intensity of the sex coupled with her state of mind told me I had no other option. 

Within minutes Riley jumps back into bed and I pull the blanket over us. 

“You do know that this has probably got cum all over it right?”. 

“Yeah, and a lot of your drool “, I shoot back. She slyly smiles. We dozed off soon after, her head snuggling my chest.

In the days that followed, I split my time between exploring Bangkok with my friends , and fucking Riley every single day. We fucked in the shower, we fucked by the pool on the lounge chair, I fingered her in a bar. I could write about those episodes, but there was no more drama, no more antics. Maybe she had grown up after all.

If this were a movie, this would be the point where we confessed we still has feelings for each other, kissed and eloped — ending with me telling yall we’re engaged now. Alas, a movie this story is not. We both knew that while that sex was transcendent and orgasmic, we just never worked as a couple. It didn’t need to be said. She left days before I did. We said goodbye and exchanged numbers, and that was it. There wasn’t a conversation, because there didn’t need to be one. It was a week of amazing sex, giving both of us an escape, Riley from her broken engagement & me from my taxing and stressful job in the city. Neither of us wanted to ruin what was a memorable vacation.

I may write about the few other times we fucked on vacation if there’s interest, but as for the story, well that’s how this one ends.

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