A wedding with the ex

A true story that goes back a little way.

S and I used to work together at Woolworths. I remember the day she started at the store. When introduced to her I remember thinking that she’s a bit loud and quite cheeky. But she was cute. About 5’5, shoulder length brown hair, great figure and a real sparkle in her eye. But then didn’t think much more about her as we worked in different departments. But our paths would cross and over time we’d engage in a bit of cheeky banter, often quite flirtatious.

We had a good crew at the store at the time and we’d often go out on weekends as a group. Anyway, one thing leads to another and S and I start dating. Perhaps a story for another time. But we had a real energy between us and would fuck like rabbits.

However as a relationship we weren’t good for one another and after eighteen months split in a volatile breakup.

For a while there was often a lot of awkward tension around the workplace. But after a while we began talking again and joking around at work. We didn’t socialise though and she had another boyfriend after about four months.

About a year later, we were both invited to a workmate’s wedding along with many others from work. About a fortnight before the wedding she had split from her partner and actually asked me if we could go to the wedding together. Just platonically she said. I didn’t know if it was a good idea but we’d be at the same table anyway and knew all the same people. So really it’d be just me picking her up and giving her a ride.

So thinking nothing of it, the day comes and dressed in my suit I drive to S’s house to pick her up. “Don’t you look alright in your suit” S said. “Lookout or I might jump you after a couple of drinks”.

“Is that right?” I said. “You might have to get in line”. The cheeky banter had already started up again. Hmm, was this a good idea I thought. “You look great too” I said.

“Thanks” said S. “It’s a new wrap around skirt I bought for today. Easy access” she followed with and gave me a wink. “You never know, I might stumble across a cute guy there”. So I open the door for her (old habits) and do notice the skirt open up a bit to reveal her legs that I remember too well. “Nice stockings” I said.

She smirked and replied “get in and drive you perv”.

Arriving at the church we split up to chat with mutual friends before going inside. I’d look across at her and think she still looks amazing. The rest of her outfit being a spaghetti string top and high heels. But I reminded myself how volatile our relationship was as S’ eyes met mine at one point and she poked her tongue out. Sitting together at the church I couldn’t help but check out her ass as she squeezed past in front of me to sit between me and Lisa who we knew from work. Sitting down the split in her skirt parted to reveal her knee. So I don’t remember much of the service except for glancing at her knee and perhaps a look or two down her top. Damnit she looked good.

After the wedding, there was a few hours to kill before the reception so we met a few of the others at a bar for drinks. After about twenty minutes S says she forgot her lipstick and needs to go home and get it. I said she looks fine but she wouldn’t need it but she was quite insistent. I rolled my eyes and said to the others we’ll catch up with them at the reception.

Back at her place she goes to the bathroom and I take a seat in her lounge room to wait. “Nice wedding” she calls out. “Ah yeah I suppose” or something like that I replied. “Really” she said. “Can you remember much of it? Your eyes seemed focused on other things”. Blushing I said “I’m not sure what you’re talking about”. Walking in to the lounge room S says “I saw you having a look”

“Nah, I was checking out Lisa’s tits”.

“Really? So my outfit was going unnoticed?” Said S walking to stand in front of me.

“Well, I did think a little about your easy access comment earlier. So may have had a small peek” I replied with a little wink.

“Is that so? Maybe you’d like a demonstration” she said moving her leg so it would slip out from the skirt a little.

“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep” Oh geez I thought. Are we starting up the flirting again? But oh man she looks good.

“I’m not promising you anything” says S as surprisingly she sat on my lap. “Feel the material” S grabbing my hand and placing it on her leg.

I gulped and felt something shift below. I wonder if she felt that? “Umm, very smooth” and I couldn’t help but slide my thumb under the split in the skirt.

“What do you think you’re doing mister?” S said as she stood up grabbing my hands.

“Just wanted to check that access”

Putting my hands in her waist she parted the split at the front of her skirt and straddled my legs. I couldn’t help my reflexes and pulled her to me.

“So what do you think?”

Her face just inches from mine and with a lovely view of her cleavage I respond “pretty good I’d say”

“I’d say you’re not lying” S says as she can undoubtedly feel my cock stiffen beneath my zipper.

“Are we really doing this?” I said

“Doing wha…” S started before I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply for the first time since we broke up.

Lifting herself up just enough S says “your access is not so easy though” as she reached for my zipper. Releasing my now fully erect cock she continues “I didn’t realise I’ve missed this”. I parted her skirt even more and slid my hands up her legs to find she was wearing a skimpy g string. “So, easy access all the way” I said as I moved it to the side in time for S to lower herself tantalisingly on to me. Oh fuck we are doing this. Sliding down slowly at first to take in my full length S moans and looked at me with those cheeky eyes I remember. Rising up slowly again then down gradually picking up pace and getting in to a good rhythm. My god that feels good. Kissing deeply, tongues entwined I pull her top over her head before reaching to undo her strapless bra. Such memories. Those magnificent tits. I caressed them and pinched at one nipple while biting the other. “Oh my god” I remember her calling. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

And that we did until she clenched hard on me reaching her orgasm. I followed soon after cumming deep inside her. As she collapsed on my chest we sat for a bit before hearing a car pull up in the driveway. “Oh shit! I forgot my sister was going to drop some stuff off while we were at the wedding” we both laughed but had to move quickly. She ran to her bedroom and I to the bathroom to clean up just in time to hear the doorbell. “Coming” S said and seemingly had composed herself as she opened the door to her sister and husband.

“Is that your ex’s car” her sister said.

“Yeah he was driving me to the wedding remember? I forgot my lipstick”

“Oh yeah that’s right. Still a bit weird if you ask me” she said.

I then flushed the toilet to complete the charade and came out and said hello awkwardly. More because I hadn’t seen them since the break up.

Any, what a thrilling encounter. And we still had the reception to go. Would we be able to keep a straight face lol.

That’s all for now on what is a true story that I often look back on and smile.