I was grabbing coffee a few days ago when I heard my name called. I looked up to the counter, but there was no one holding a cup. I heard a second shout, and that’s when I spotted her. B. My first proper college girlfriend.
Not the first girl I fooled around with, or the first I fucked, but the first one I had those magical days with where you do nothing but. When you spend hour after hour exploring your each others bodies, driving each other wild.
I’d not seen her in about ten years. It didn’t really end well. But here she was, looking as amazing as ever. Petite, just over five foot, but with the most incredible curves – D-cup tits and a firm round ass, with a tiny, waspish waist and the most beautiful blue eyes. We made small talk for a bit, but then I had to rush off for a meeting. It felt like a missed opportunity, but not one I was going to dwell on. Though I did have a few flashbacks to fucking her during the day.
Anyway, later that night I was chilling at home, and my phone buzzed. An unknown number. “Hey”. I was puzzled, I’d deleted her number years ago so didn’t recognise it. But she followed up “It’s B. It was fun seeing you today”. I sent something non-committal back, not wanting to seem like I’d been fantasising about her riding me. I tacked on “We should go for a drink sometime. Catch up.” Almost immediately came the response “How about tonight?”. She followed it up with picture of her in a short skirt and tight top. I didn’t need a second invitation.
I made my way to hers in about half an hour. As soon as the door opened it was just like old times sake. She was wearing nothing but a silk dressing gown and underneath the same black stockings she always used to tease me with. I missed her hungrily, pushing her back through the doorway and against the wall.
My lips meandered down. Tracing the curve of her collar bone, down to her chest, my tongue following the contours of her breasts before I sucked and bit her hard pink nipples. All the while she moaned my name. I kissed her neck, pulling her against me as she groaned and panted with her whole body squirming. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around me, grinding on me.
I carried her to the bedroom, throwing her onto her back as I took off my clothes. “Listen here. You are my little slut again now. Understand?” I told her. “Yes, Sir” came the reply. I grabbed her hair, pulling her towards my cock. She sucked me instinctively, her tight pout wrapped around my girth, pumping on me eagerly as I rocked my hips. She bobbed faster and faster, stroking me with her small hands. It was soon enough to overwhelm me, and in minutes she was drinking down my hot load.
Then I lay on the bed. She always liked to straddle my face, so I offered her my tongue. She had a tiny landing strip, same as ever, and her cunt was dripping wet. I tasted her salty sweetness as I pushed my tongue inside, sliding it along her lips to her clit. Letting her grind against until my face was soaked and her body satisfied. She collapsed onto me with a smile as she came, before guiding my cock into her eager cunt.
She rode me, sliding up and down the length of my cock as I kissed and groped at her body. She was bouncing on me with a smile as her tits jumped perfectly in time with her. As I came close I held her down, fucking up into her until we both came once again, together. My seed softly dripped out down her thighs as we made out afterwards.
I stayed the night and she woke me up with a blowjob again. I headed home after she drank my cum for breakfast. I checked her socials and it looks like she has a boyfriend. Clearly that isn’t getting in the way.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yk70h2/mf_an_unexpected_rendezvous_with_an_ex
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