An ex came into town, and we just met for coffee.

We had a very physical relationship, where she was as horny as I was, and we would spend days in bed, fucking like animals. I wasn’t sure how this casual meet-up would go, so I kept my expectations loose. I didn’t even shower; I rode my bike to the coffee shop, and I had some pretty swampy balls. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, just some tight-ish denim shorts- the homemade kind. And my man fragrance was noticeable even in the light breeze. We enjoyed each other’s company, and caught up on all the things that had happened over the last 15 years. Turns out, she’s still cute. Sexy as she ever was. She asked if I wanted to see the cool Airbnb she was staying at and have a drink in the backyard.
I took her up on this, and I felt a little excitement in my pants. I know she noticed, and perhaps that was what made her want to invite me over, but I saw her eyes gazing at my bulge, even though she thought her sunglasses were dark enough that I couldn’t see. But, maybe she noticed my eyes through mine, peeking up her loose shorts and collar from the light romper she was wearing.
After a drink outdoors, we continued to get closer, and I wasn’t able to hide my erection anymore. She brought it up, jokingly. “Still hard before anything happens?” she laughed. I blushed in response and noted the wet spot on her too tight to the skin romper shorts. And the playfulness started.
We exchanged favorite sex stories, ranking some in the top five or top 3. Then she brought up her husband, and all the blood rushed out of my dick and back to where it belonged. I noted my wife and exchanged my favorite sexy time with her. I mentioned how hot it was that we had been out all day, fucked a handful of times, and were in this baller hotel, sharing a tub. She needed a bit more, but I was drifting off. Then I woke up, and she was masturbating across from me. It instantly turned me on. I woke back up and went another two rounds before finally hitting the sack.
In response, she said, “That’s hot, and she didn’t consider masturbating together as a form of cheating.” We faced each other, blushed, and both nodded towards the house. And we headed in.
Her, two steps in front of me, began to unsnap her outfit, and it dropped to the ground. There it was, the butt I cracked so many loads on, and the one that made others drool as it went by. Still perky cheeks, and just an overall tightness, just as I kept it in my head. She turned as she went through the door, pushing it closed a touch after me. She jumped on the bed as I was taking off my shoes, shorts, and shirt. We lay next to each other, stroking and rubbing. My eyes closed in ecstasy while I experienced her aroma and listened to her smacks and pops, her pussy leaking with viscous joy. I switch hands to go in for a touch, and I get a slap from hers, followed by a moan of “that breaks the rules.” Not knowing the rules, as non were discussed, I was fortunate to note that there was something wet on my hand where she slapped my hand. I brought it up to my face, took a deep whiff and gave it a lick. She saw what I did, her back arched, she let out a loud moan, and squirted across the top of the bed. My jaw dropped as I didn’t recall this skill. She smirked and said, I’ve learned some new tricks. My tip is now dripping with precum and I can’t stop the friction, I’m creating my own pops and smacks from my juices, then out of know where she drags a finger over my tip and takes it right to her mouth, and says “fair is fair.” My eyes were locked with hers, and our strokes and rubs getting harder, slower, in time with each other, and more animated as we put our entire bodies into motion while pleasuring ourselves. Our faces were so close I could’ve kissed her. I felt her warm breath, and I’m sure she felt mine. Instead of kissing we held eyes for a bit longer before I broke, tilted my head down and rubbed her nose with mine.

She pushed me by my shoulder and I returned to my back from my side. She turned around and went towards my feet. Now instead of being side by side, we were facing each other. I wasn’t aware I had room for any more blood in my cock, but my tip swelled further. I watched her rub her pussy as she stared at me, pulling on my dick. At this point I’m ready to blow a load across the country, but I held it back. Now my precum was flowing like a tapped maple in the spring. She puts her feet behind, and sits on her knees, holds eye contact and turns, while backing up like she’s going to sit on my cock. Her butthole is throwing off heat like a toaster that just worked a brunch shift in a diner. I’m drooling, my heart is pounding, and all I want to do is grab her hips and pull her ass to my face. But I wanted to respect the boundaries. But the next thing I know, she’s sitting on my waist and lower stomach, right above my cock. Like so close I feel her warm and humid hole breathing on my throbbing cock. She levitates above me just to swing her hips towards my junk, and drags her pussy up my shaft. Then she grabs it, and holds my dick as she slides down the outside of it. She does this a few more times, and I can see her quake. Her thighs jiggle, and she squirts all over my dick, drenching my legs and feet…which are still in my socks. She rips them off and tosses them onto the floor. She gives turns, smiles, and says, don’t worry, I’l clean you up. Throws her ass back and lands right on my face. Grinding away, she takes my whole manhood into her mouth, coughs and begins giving me the sloppiest blowjob I’ve ever had.
I, not lasting a minute longer, blow a load straight down her throat.
We adjust and lay next to each other. I lift my arm; she places her head on my chest. Enjoy a brief snooze, and then offered me a shower. She gets out of bed, turns on the water, but lets me get in to clean up, and says, “I’d like to smell like this for a while, but you should clean off.”
We hung out for a while, grabbed a happy hour with some nosh, and I just got home.
What a fuckin’ day.