[MF] Going down on my ex, now a news anchor, while she was on the phone…

I’m not going to say her name or what network she’s now with, but she’s 29, has gorgeous dark blonde hair and looks incredibly glamorous when I now see her reading the national news. A few years ago, when she was just doing local radio, we dated briefly, and now, watching her on TV, I always remember the times we fucked… particularly this one evening, early on.

We’d gone out for drinks, and she was a little drunk… she always dressed glam, even then, and wore heels or boots. She still had her heels on in the kitchen when we got back to her place, and a tight-fitting, light blue dress that clung to her slim figure and her full boobs. She was brunette back then, and her hair was straighter and simpler, not so elaborately styled as it is on morning TV.

She sat up on her kitchen counter and we finished a bottle of wine we’d begun before we went out, kissing slowly and deeply with our hands sliding over each other… into each other’s hair, over the hips, up and down the back over our clothes.

Her hands were roaming eagerly, and her breath was getting quicker. I knew she was going to suggest going to her bedroom soon. We hadn’t even fucked by that point, so this would be the first time I’d even see her naked, and I was really up for it. Just at the wrong moment, a girlfriend of hers texted, then called, with some story about her own night, or relationship trouble, or complaints about guys.

I was horny, frustrated, and I soon got bored. I started to play with her hair, lifting it and kissing the side of her neck, the way I knew she loved it. She grinned and gasped, but didn’t stop me or move away… just had to explain ‘yeah, I’m fine’ to her friend on the phone.

So I kept going… nuzzling her neck, sliding my hands over her shoulders, down her bare arms, and brushing the sides of her breasts through the dress. She lowered the phone for a second and gave me a slow, lingering kiss, whispering ‘you’re bad.’

She didn’t know how bad I was. I stood in front of her while she kept talking – ‘uh-huh… oh, that’s terrible, honey…’ – and slowly parted her legs until I could see her blue lace panties. She widened her eyes and looked at me in fake shock, smiling. I could hear her breath becoming more uneven as she kept up the conversation.

‘Where did you leave it with him… yeah…’ She bit her lip and held the phone away again as I slid my hand lightly up the inside of her thigh and brushed the lace of her panties. I could feel the wetness seeping through them already. She moved her legs wider apart, still sitting on the kitchen counter, with her heels on. I heard her sharp intake of breath as I stroked her, pressing the underwear against her clit.

‘Ah… no, I’m fine, I’m fine…’ She was struggling to concentrate now, closing her eyes. ‘How are you? I mean… how’s it going, after… what… what you said?’

I crouched down and lifted her legs over my shoulders, pushing her dress up, and kissed my way up the inside of her smooth thighs.

‘Fuck,’ she gasped, then covered it up. ‘Nothing, I just … spilled my drink.’ Her spare hand played with my hair as I pulled her wet panties to one side and ran my tongue over her, the tip touching her clit.

‘Oh yeah? Did he… *fuck*.’ My tongue was circling now, finding a rhythm, tasting her wetness as her fingers gripped the back of my head and pulled me closer. She was breathing fast.

‘Keep talking to her, or I’ll stop,’ I said, raising my face from between her thighs.

‘You’re so bad,’ she whispered, then tried to carry on the conversation. ‘We just came back to mine…’ She gasped again. ‘Had a few drinks…no, no, we didn’t yet… *ohh*… you can’t ask that! No!’ The last word was a soft moan. I played my tongue over her clit, gently sliding a fingertip inside her, feeling the heat and tightness.

‘Yeah, he’s here now…’ Her voice was strained, and she gasped ‘ohh, God’, then tried to keep it normal. ‘Actually he’s really distracting me. Yeah… maybe… I’ve got to go.’

She dropped the phone on the counter and I raised my head. ‘I told you if you stopped, I’d stop…’

She gently guided me back up until I was standing in front of her again, with her legs on either side. She reached down and stroked over the waistband of my jeans, her palm sliding against the thick shape of my bulge.

‘You’re bad, but you’re really, really good at it…’ she whispered. ‘And now you’re going to get your reward.’

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