Visiting the Ex [MF]

I had dated Gail for my final three years of college and for about 6 months following graduation. This story focuses on the exit, the outro, of this relationship and the last time we were together. For the record, Gail is 5’6″, B-cups, light brown hair, thin with waifish model-like features. A solid 7.5 I would say.

As noted, I had been with Gail for 3.5 years and was the love of my life up to this stage in my life, mostly because I had never been in love before and jumped at the first girl that showed any interest in me. Were we a match made in heaven, far from it. Did we have good times and adventures, most definitely.

Hold on, I just need to hit up the ATM

Long time reader, first time author… so please be kind.

This happened over ten years ago in a large midwestern city and involves my girlfriend at the time, an absolutely striking Mexican girl. She was 5’7″ – 5’8″, long dark hair, perky B cups, curves like woah, and an ass that I still think about. Myself, pretty much average across the board. 5’10”, relatively in shape, dirty-blonde hair.

It was the dead of winter, dark, cold, gusty and we were meeting up with some friends at our local watering hole. The place is packed but we eventually carve out a section in the corner for our group. Liquor is flowing and everyone is having a great time. Being quite “handsy” in general, I am taking every opportunity to caress her thighs, ass, arms with only the occasional hand-slap and cheeky look to deter me. She eventually begins to reciprocate with some prolonged touches with her hand effectively stationed on my thigh/groin for the duration of our time there with no one the wiser.

I am not sure about others, but I love the slowly escalating sexual tension that builds from these interactions. Knowing that my friends are enjoying their evenings while my girlfriend slowly traces the outline of my hard cock under the table. Absolutely tops.