Hi, I'm Sally. I have never written a story like this before, I hope you like it. I wouldn't exactly call this a romance story, but I didn't know which other category to choose. So, here it goes.
I am 35 years old. I've got long brown hair, cute smile & a very athletic body with firm 34C breasts, great abs & a big, round firm ass & I'm short, just barely 5ft tall & weigh 113lbs.
I got married when I was 24 to Mark, the guy everyone told me not to marry. The only good part about our marriage was the incredible sex. I've had sex before our marriage, but none of them compared to the mind blowing sex I had with Mark. Of course, everyone was right about him & we divorced 3 years later. After we split up, I was with a couple guys, but they couldn't satisfy me sexually the way Mark did.
7 years after my divorce, I went out bar hopping with a few friends to celebrate my promotion. It was a hot summer night, so I wore a very cute, kind of sexy sun dress. It was low cut enough to show my great cleavage, but not low enough to be trashy. I wore a matching white lace thong & bra on.
By the time we got to the 4th place, I was quite tipsy. We were all on the dance floor when Sarah told me that Mark was there, at the bar with his friends & said we could leave if I wanted. All the anger came rushing back, but so did the memories of all of the amazing orgasms I had with him. The only thing that I could get to come out of my mouth was "God, sex was great with him, what I wouldn't do for 1 more time." I couldn't help but feel a little twinge between my legs.
I had enough alcohol in me to make me not care what I was about to do. We needed another round of drinks, so I went to the bar, pushed my way through the group of guys so I could be next to him. Trying to get the bartender to see me so I could order my drinks, I leaned over the bar trying to wave her down, this made my dress raise up so it barely covered my ass. After ordering my drinks, I said hi to his friends & gave his friend, Jeff, a hug. He was the best man in our wedding. I turned around, put my finger on Mark's chest & said
"And you, you're a fucking asshole.
"He said "but you're still beautiful".
"I know."
I grabbed the drinks & walked away. My heart was pounding. This was the first time I had seen him since the divorce. I brought my friends their drinks & I told them what happened at the bar. Sarah said "you should totally fuck him, sorry, but you really need to get laid." I had been working so hard on my career, that I rarely thought about anything else, let alone being in any kind of relationship.
Mark & his friends knew we were talking about him, so they decided to come over & talk to us. I was so nervous, chugged my drink. He said that if it would make me more comfortable, they would leave. Colleen told them that they didn't have to leave, but that Mark should dance with me & she pushed me towards him. I said that I wasn't dancing with him, but he grabbed my hand & said that its the least he could do & he remembers how much I loved to dance.
I told him that this wouldn't make me hate him any less, but since I had 1 too many drinks, I would dance with him to this 1 song. That 1 song turned into 5, then a slow song. I tried to walk away, but he pulled me to him. We danced close & I couldn't look at him because all I could think about was what I shouldn't be thinking about.
The song ended, I pulled away & went straight for the bar for another drink, trying to get it off my mind. Apparently, while we were dancing, my friends told his friends how much I missed sex with him & of course while I was at the bar, his friends told him. He came up to me & asked if we could talk outside. I rolled my eyes, acting like I had nothing to say to him & that I wanted nothing to do with him, but I said fine.
As we were standing outside the bar & he told me how sorry he was for everything & how he regrets how things ended & wished things could be different between us. Whatever, I just rolled my eyes like I wasn't believing a word that came out of his mouth. Next thing I knew, he leaned in & kissed me. I didn't stop him. We made out for what seemed like forever.
It was closing time. Our friends came out of the bar. I said I had to go, Sarah was my ride. He said that he could bring me home, if I wanted. I made it clear to him that nothing was going to happen, even though deep down I was hoping it would.
