The One That Got Away [MF]

I had an ex who was a foreigner, and we met abroad during training. She’s dark skinned and – surprisingly for me because of her nationality – she smelled really good. She had lovely dark eyes you could get lost into. She was petite, and her small boobs and butt were perfect.

I was attracted to her from the beginning of the training, but I admired her from afar as she had this standoffish demeanor. So when we became teammates for an activity and I told her of my perception of her, polar ice caps melted when she broke into a wide smile with two cute crooked teeth that I fell in love with.

We became fast friends, went into an LDR for the heck of it, and had many juicy stories in the middle.

But that’s not why we’re here.

Fast forward to a couple of years and she broke up with me due to her family against the fact that I’m not from her country. If there’s a Great Wall of China, apparently there’s also a similar one in her region (I’m not kidding, look up the wall in Rajasthan). It was a bad breakup for me. I went to her country before this, spent a ton of fresh grad-first job money, got the flu as I flew home from fatigue, and a lot more crap.

Fast forward to less than a year later, we met again for training. I was determined to display I was unaffected and no longer pining for her: sleeker less geeky eyeglasses (lol), new dark suit, started working out, paid extra P100 tip to Kuya Barbero. The works.

Me (on seeing her): hi, it’s nice seeing you again (with my best friendly but corporate smile. Kasi you’re now just one of the people I need to socialize with at work)

Her: it’s nice seeing you too, how are you? (I thought I saw some pity and sadness in those eyes, but im probably over analyzing)

Me: I’m good. Hey, catch up with you later, let’s have dinner before we leave here (in a nonchalant kind of way)

Everything was fine and I kept my composure for a week. I wasn’t a blubbering “please don’t leave me” idiot. It was perfect, and we finally had that dinner the night before our flight out.

We had sushi and had a few beers before joining the other coworkers. The alcohol flowed and so did the conversation. There was talk of the past, she apologized it couldn’t work out, and I said no big deal, shit happens. She told me she started dating someone, an old ex. I told her I was happy for her. I could feel some warmth in her smile, and I felt the same. But I did not dare show more. I will not break, goddamnit.

We joined the others in a club. I got her and me more drinks and we all just started dancing like crazy to hip hop and dance music. 90s to 00s. Somehow, we stayed with each other. I didn’t look to dance with our other friends and neither did she. We both got more drunk. And finally, with an R&B song, we kissed.

Slow passionate kisses that turned torrid. We didn’t care that everybody was shouting and staring at us. Fuck everything else. Our hands explored each other in the middle of the dance floor like it was the first time. I don’t think we were indecent. Yet. I hope.

We continued making out like there was no tomorrow. I missed her and I hope to hell she missed me too. I think we continued until 2am when we left the club and our friends. The cold air made us stop kissing, but we were now holding hands. We didn’t speak as we waited to board a cab to our hotel.

We continued making out in the cab. Hands everywhere. Fuck the driver staring at us behind the wheel. I missed her and I hope to hell she missed me too.

We boarded the elevator and reality started to set in. We were both quiet on the way up. We didn’t even hold hands as we stared at the elevator door.

When we got in, she pulled me close and made me pin her to the door. I was hungry for her. Buttons were flying from her shirt as I forcefully tore them off. I kissed her again as I took off her bra. Suckled her breasts as I pulled her panties off. I licked her neck, moaning, as she undressed me.

We were both very drunk, and we were just trying to feel every inch of each other’s body. Both of us are desperately removing what clothing is left. Everything’s hazy, and sensations come in episodes. Moans grow louder. The hair at the back of my neck stands on end as she grabbed and stroked my cock. I return the favor by licking and squeezing her breasts. I could feel her shudder as I flick my tongue over and over and over those erect nipples shaped like pencil erasers. I smell her hair and take in her scent. Intoxicating. Electrifying. Sensitive.

We moved to the shower and I knelt down to eat her. She doesn’t want me to, she hasn’t shaved, but I told her I don’t care. I missed that pussy. And I was fucking thirsty.

Some part of my mind was still angry, and another was hopeful. I was thinking, “maybe this can jumpstart ‘us’ again.” “No, she broke my heart and I should just fuck her brains out.” Whatever confusion there was went right out the window when, with my face buried in her pussy, she said, “fuck me.”

I stood up, grabbed both her legs, steadied myself by balancing her against the wall, lifted her, and fucked her standing up. I’ve never done this, and I don’t have great upper body strength. Kids, it’s slippery, so don’t try this at home.

Her arms were wrapped around my neck and my cock was deep into her pussy. Grunt. Lift. Thrust. Moan. Repeat. Grunt. Lift. Thrust. Moan. Repeat. Each penetration buried me deep inside her. I was screaming in the next few thrusts. No way will I last much longer. Reading my mind, she whispered like she always does when we have sex: “cum inside me.”

I did.

I hugged her as our juices mixed and dropped down her leg. I told her I love her. I distinctly remember her not saying anything back and just hugging me. We cuddled that night and didn’t speak much the following morning.

In the airport, I can’t not shoot my one last shot. I told her to leave the guy, let’s travel and figure things out. She said she can’t. I told her I love her. She said she knows. I said “Are you sure you really don’t want to give us one more try?” Tears were in her eyes, but she didn’t say a word.

I kissed her forehead, whispered I love you, then turned and walked away. That was the last I saw her face to face.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/faews6/the_one_that_got_away_mf