I remember once hearing that all of the cells in your body are replaced every seven years. So having sex with someone after not being with them for seven years would be like the first time, right? Okay, that's entirely bullshit but it makes my whole experience with my ex-wife a lot more interesting.
We fought a lot. People who get divorced pretty much always have fought a lot. Otherwise they would not get divorced, but time is a great leveler of events and emotions. Ellen was in a relationship again. I didn't know how serious it was. I was recently out of one which turned out to be not so serious. I didn't really miss Ellen at all but I did fondly remember a lot of the times we spent together, things we shared and I had easily let go the things over which we so bitterly differed.
The family event where we celebrated the birthday of our grandchildren was one of those opportunities to bury the hatchet and be normal. Two families fractured at the grandparent generation on both sides resulted in three grandmothers and two grandfathers. My ex-wife was one of the three grandmothers and she hardly looked the role. She was in her fifties but other than some age showing around the eyes and a little in her hands she looked pretty damn good. It was the aerobics. After we split she took up aerobics to burn off the anger, I guess. The result was that she was slim to the point of wiry and taught in ways that caught my attention. It was remarkable in this age of obesity. She lived on the Cape and spent enough time in the sun to be a nut brown. Her hair had a reddish tinge around the edges of what she used to call 'mousy brown'. She was dressed in jeans, sandals, a black sports bra the edges of which were sometimes visible through the openings in what a designer would call a 'loosely structured' shirt that draped over her torso. Not dressy but not really casual either. Kind of in between. .Altogether she looked tough and lean and, well, damn sexy.
She hugged me she first arrived as if she meant it, arms wrapped around me tight and holding for longer than necessary while kissing me on the cheek. I was taken aback and wondering for the couple of hours while we ate, had cake and played with the kids if the display of physical affection has meant something. I hadn't seen her in a year so who knew what she was thinking.
The group totaled 10 including the two grandchildren. An intimate gathering. We talked about schools for the kids, sports and life in general and everyone was nice. I had a comfortable conversation with my ex about work and the present and the future. It was all positive and friendly and the way it should be. So that when she she was ready to go I thought I'd spend a few more moments with her by walking with her.
As she said her goodbyes and gave me another tight and genuine hug I said, "Hey, come on, I'll walk you to your car."
"Sure."
On the way I casually asked, "Headed back to the cape?"
"Yeah," she said, "through the crappy traffic. Not thrilled about it."
We got to her car and she stood at the door not opening it, with her back to me. Not saying anything, just standing there. After a few moments I had a flashback when once before she had taken that exact same pose, just frozen, but somehow radiating the desire to be touched. I can't say what the 'tell' is but as I had years before I put my hand on her shoulder and she kind of leaned into it and into me. Her leaning put her back against my chest and her ass in my groin. My cock started reacting immediately and I think she could feel it since she leaned more into me and dropped her hand so it rested lightly on my thigh.
We were only around the corner, barely out of sight of the festive group on the other side of the house so I was very limited by what I could safely do. But I slid the hand opposite the potential audience down her side and ended up resting it on her hip gently pulling her a little harder into me. She could definitely feel how hard my cock was now. I could smell her hair, still the same gardenia shampoo from long ago and I immediately wanted her, wanted to be inside her hard, slim body. Sliding the shielded hand further towards the front of her jeans, towards the juncture of her legs, no subtlety needed between us now, I cupped and then gently rubbed her cunt through her jeans. I could feel her knees weaken as she slumped against me and air hissed out from between her lips. Her stomach was flat and hard. Her jeans were loose at the waist and I was able to slide my hand up under her loose shirt, down the naked flesh and over her lacy panties until I could feel the top of her slit and the hot button that was her clit.
"Oh, god," she gasped, grabbing my arm, I thought, to push me away but instead she pulled my hand hard into her cunt. I was able to move only my finger tips with her holding me that way but it was enough as I slid my index finger up and down the top of her lips feeling the hot wetness through panties.
"Have you got time before going back?" I questioned softly into her ear.
"Yes," she gasped, "all the time I need. Gary's not coming back until tomorrow morning."
Removing my hand from between her legs I brought the finger up to her mouth. She opened it and swirled her tongue around the digit licking her juices off and making me remember what it was like to have my cock in that position.
Reaching into my pocket I took one of the two key cards the motel had given me and handed it to her. "Quality Inn in Randolf," I said. "Do you know it?"
"I pass it on the way here," she said.
"Room 147," I said. "I'll be about 10 minutes or so behind you."
"I'll be in the shower," she said. And with that she opened her door and got in. I delayed as long as I could watching her drive off thinking of things that would move the blood out of my cock, pulled out my shirt tail to cover what remained and went back to the party to find a way of gently extricating myself.
