The sensations began as soon as he saw her swing those long legs from the Hummer. The sensations accelerated, as his eyes took in her sensuous hip-swinging spike heeled walk in the skintight, ass-hugging pants. Once again she had triggered that familiar feeling in his crotch. Once more embarking on it's own specific schedule... his cock began to rise.
Damn,
he thought.
She is so fucking hot. I have to get that ass in my hands. Some how... some way... she has to be mine... even if it is for only one more time.
Her taste was still on his tongue. Her ass was still in his hands. Her hard nipples were still between his teeth. Her cries of pleasure still rang in his ears. All were indelibly tattooed into his brain where they remained as fresh and vivid as if it had been only minutes, instead of the realities of the eight or so years since they had been together.
She approached... he wanted to grab her ass... pull her to him... press his hardening cock into the softness of her belly. Instead, he reached out to caress her arm. "Damn you look hot."
Knowing precisely how she looked and knowing precisely what he was thinking, she gave him a perceptive smile yet answered with an incredulously innocent, "I do?"
"Yes, you do."
His eyes now fixed on the rhythmic undulations of her spectacular cheeks, he followed her toward the restaurant entrance.
"Your ass looks absolutely fantastic in those pants."
She turned at the door to make eye contact, once again offering a discerning smile.
"It does?"
"You know exactly how you look," he continued, as he held the door for her while simultaneously attempting a mostly unsuccessful adjustment to the growing bulge in his pants.
The loud buzz of noise in the crowded dining room markedly diminished in the three or four seconds it took them to walk the few feet from the door to the counter.
As he recited their order, he surveyed the occupants. He took satisfaction in that, while most of the occupants were men, nearly everyone, even the handful of women, had their eyes fixed on her.
They're all wondering,
he thought.
Wondering if I'm fucking her. Wondering why it's me. They're enviously wishing she were theirs. I love having something others want.
They took a booth... eyes immediately locked... sitting quietly... smiling as each enjoyed his or her own thoughts.
She had noticed the growing bulge in his pants as he attempted to reduce its obviousness. She had watched it continue to grow as they stood at the counter. Her thoughts drifted to how she remembered it... the purple tinted head wet with precum... the feel of it throbbing... the phenomenal electric sexual excitement that was theirs... all spun through her mind.
It was the wildest and most beautiful sex of my life,
she thought.
It was over too quickly. Why didn't we make it last?
Her mind recalled vividly the powerful orgasms that had swept over and through her entire body... like nothing she had experienced before or since.
He had fucked many beautiful and desirable women over the years, more than he could immediately recall, yet he had never experienced with any woman the excitement, the passion that was generated with her. His mind churned with images of her nearly perfect body. Soft smooth skin, taut breasts, long hard nipples, beautifully formed legs, narrow waist, perfectly proportioned hips, no cellulite anywhere on her 5' 8" frame. One of those rare beautiful women who looked even better naked than she did clothed. And as the restaurant patrons attested, she was unbelievably hot when fully dressed.
He once again surveyed the crowded room. It pleased him that most of them were still staring. Some still swiveled in their chairs attempting to secure a better look. Understanding that none of them were ever likely to experience a relationship with a woman as beautiful and desirable as she was, he gave them all a knowing smile as his telling eyes swept slowly over them. He tried his utmost to give them a look that would answer the question plaguing their minds. Something that would tell them exactly what they wondered.
Yes, I've had her and it was even better than you could ever possibly imagine. It's something you can only fantasize about, because I'd guess the only way you'll ever enjoy what I've experienced is in your dreams.
Turning his attention from their lustful looks and lurid thoughts he listened as she told him of the things that had transpired in her life since their last conversation, mostly stories of failures in attempted or short lived relationships.
"You need to find someone who is very secure with who they are, otherwise it will never work. You're far too beautiful... too much of a flirt... got too many things going on in your life for anyone who's even a little insecure to be comfortable with long term. You have so many people in your life and so many things going on they're going to be jealous of everyone and everything that you have happening, unless they are exceptionally secure."
She laughed. "You think I'm a flirt?"
"Sure you're a flirt... just like I am, and even when you're not outwardly flirting you have very telling body language."
