There’s something uniquely sexy in coming back to a past lover, rediscovering and then learning more about each other, fucking in a whole new way.
BACKGROUND:
I met Mia during our sophomore year of university. We had a couple classes together, chatted and quickly hit it off. She was on our school’s D2 volleyball team (as the libero for my vball fans) and had that perfectly-toned college athlete body: 5’6″, 120 pounds, small but perky, breasts with light pink nipples that betrayed how horny she constantly was, a faint outline of a six pack, and dirty blonde hair falling to her shoulders in soft waves. In turn, I’m 5’11” and 175, dark brown hair with olive skin, and a lifelong swimmer.
But, dear reader, most of all and what I could wax poetic about for hours, was her ass. My god. Volleyball does miraculous things to thighs and butts. She was a petite girl but did squats for days. Mia’s ass was that perfect bubble, perky, muscled, built from countless hours of sweat yet made to be slapped and fucked endlessly, truly callipygian. Especially on her overall willowy frame, it was first thing noticed. I came to expect whenever we went out that men and women, fiends and angels alike, would turn their heads toward her like gravity.