Walking past him on the sidewalk, I did a double take. He didn’t know why I gave him that look, but he noticed and smiled.
He made my heart pound. He made my panties wet.
We made small talk and exchanged numbers. I didn’t wait long to call him. His name was Jay. He looked just like my ex. His jet black hair, matched perfectly. His green eyes looked all too familiar. His tan arms reminded me of my ex’s arms wrapped around me in bed.
The ex that I fell hard for, then stopped talking to me without an explanation. The ex that I still craved and fantasized about when I was all alone. The ex that married the next girl he dated after me.
Jay and I met that Saturday at a bar. Over drinks and conversation, I couldn’t stop looking at him. When the bar got too crowded, we decided to go to another one. We never made it to that next bar.
We went back to my apartment. No excuses like we were going there for a drink while we figured out where to go next. I never said the exact reason, but he didn’t have to ask. My panties were soaked.
Clothes were ripped off. I worshiped his cock with my mouth. He returned the favor with his tongue, before fucking my brains out multiple times.
We fucked again the next morning before he left. I thought it was going to be the last time. I had satisfied my cravings for my ex. And beyond sex, we didn’t have much in common.
But we kept texting. The following Monday morning, he told me how much he wanted to see me again. He couldn’t wait to see me again. Meaning he couldn’t wait until that night. He asked if we could meet during our lunch breaks. I asked if it was for lunch, knowing full well that it wasn’t. His texts caused my orange thong to be extremely damp by the time my lunch break finally rolled around.
I hoped to get to my apartment before him so that I could change into something special. We got there at the same time, but it ended up working out just as well.
He couldn’t wait. We didn’t make it past the kitchen. He pushed me against the counter and I dropped my purse on it. His hands were all over me. My hands were between his legs, feeling his cock grow in his pants. We kissed and my body started to melt into him.
I could’ve fooled around with him all day, but I had a one o’clock meeting back at the office. I undid his belt, pushed down his pants and boxer briefs to find his very hard cock waiting for me. I took a condom out of my purse and wasted no time putting it on him with a smile.
I turned around and bent over the counter for him. I undid my pants, then he pulled them down. They fell around my ankles and he positioned himself behind me. I didn’t need to be warmed up. I was ready. He pushed hard into me and filled me.
“I promise tonight that it’ll be your turn when we have more time.”
“I’m not worried about it. I just want to make you come.”
“You’re such a naughty girl.”
“You don’t even know.”
He held my hips and slowly started to push into me over and over. Most lunches, I ate at my desk or sometimes to one of the nearby takeout restaurants. It had been far too long since I’d had sex on my lunch break.
His thrusts became harder, deeper and faster. My whole body started to shake. I started to moan and to breathe hard. It reminded me of the time that I visited my ex at his work after hours. He fucked me bent over his desk. It was fun, but he came after a minute or two.
Jay was just getting started at the two minute mark. His hands found their way into my tank top, lifting it up and freeing my breasts from my bra so that he could play with them as he fucked me. The only thing that I liked more than that was when he pulled my hair.
Finally his desire took over and he lost control. He wildly fucked me until he finally came to a stop deep inside of me. He filled the condom and I wished it wasn’t there so that he could’ve filled me.
After we were done, I went to the bathroom to make sure my clothes looked presentable and to touch up my hair and make up. When I came out, I saw on the clock that we still had time before I had to go back to the office. I offered to make him a quick lunch. He had other ideas.
“How much time do we have?”
“Ten minutes or so before I have to head back.”
“That’ll have to work.” He pulled me onto the couch where he was sitting and we kissed. I thought that we would just make out. He had other ideas. “I can’t get enough of you.”
He went for my pants again. I didn’t try to stop him. Soon they were off, along with my thong. I found another condom and he next to me putting it on. As soon as it was on, I climbed on top of him.
I sat down on his cock and felt his hardness slide into me again. I was in heaven and all of my stress from the morning was completely gone. Yet, I still had to hurry.
I slid up and down on his cock, enjoying every inch of it. I moaned as it hit all of the right spots.
I took off my tank top, he took off my bra. He played with my tits and sucked on my nipples as I rode him.
I rode him hard, bouncing up and down on his cock. Going as fast as I could to make him come, so that I could get back to work. He didn’t make it easy. He held on as long as he could. I did everything I could to make him come. I moved every way I could. I got a serious workout, but eventually he gave me what I wanted.
He filled the second condom with just enough time for me to get dressed and fix myself up in the bathroom before I had to head back to work.
I made it to the meeting, maybe sweating a little. Maybe they thought I was just sweating from being outside on my lunch break, but I could still feel the way he felt inside of me. My new red thong didn’t stay dry for long. I had a hard time staying focused in the meeting.
And that night, he more than gave me my fair share of orgasms and an intense climax. I don’t know where this is going. I do know, it’s far better sex than I ever had with my ex.
