I pull in to a parking space just around the corner from the shop, pause for a moment to compose myself and attempt to calm the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. It had been just over six months since we split and although I was sure that it was what I wanted at the time, not a day had gone by since when I've not thought about you and fantasied over my memories of the sexually intensity of the early days in our relationship. Everything about you turned me on. Your long shapely legs, the way you dressed, your curvy figure, the smouldering look that you always gave me with those beautiful eyes, and your appetite for sex at every opportunity has left me unable to move on.
I eventually pluck up enough courage to open the car door and begin the short walk in the dark and rain. My destination is your florist shop where I know you'll be tidying up at the end of a busy day. You've run your own florist business for over five years and have built it up to the thriving success that it is today. But it's 6.30pm, the shop is closed and you'll be getting everything ready for the following day. As I approach my nerves are going through the roof. How would you react to me just turning up out of the blue like this? Would you still feel anything for me? I've done my homework. I've stalked you on social media and I'm pretty sure that you're not seeing anyone but what if you've found someone new?
So I walk past the window and glance in but I can't see past the condensation built up on the glass. I arrive at the door. One deep breath, I push it open and step in. There you are. You've got your back to the door working over the sink behind the counter. You're wearing a long floral dress with your sleeves rolled up and your hair up in a bun. When you hear the door, you begin to say "I'm sorry we're clos..." as you turn around. When you see it's me and stop dead in your tracks. After a momentary pause you ask what I'm doing here. I explain that I had to see you and how much I'm missing you. You don't move or say anything as you process what I've told you and your facial expression gives nothing away. An awkward silence follows as our eyes are fixed on each other's across the counter. Time seems to stand still. My mind is racing, I don't know what reaction I was hoping for but this isn't it. I just know I've blown it as I wait for you to deliver the knockout punch by telling me to leave and not come back. I tell myself over and over what an asshole I was for letting you go.
You turn to the side and walk around the counter without making a sound but maintaining eye contact the whole time. I brace myself for the inevitable "fuck off" and shove towards the door that I've convinced myself is on its way, but instead you come in close, put your hands either side of my face and draw my lips to meet yours. After a couple of seconds of shock, I respond to your kiss with all the vigour I can muster. I put my hands around your waist pulling you in closer and we kiss deeply, my tongue immediately reminded of how good you taste. There is an instant reaction in my trousers as I feel your soft sumptuous breasts pushed against me and your crotch interlock with mine. My hands are roaming over your body and yours over mine. You break the kiss and through your breathlessness tell me that you've missed me too.
I step forwards backing you up against the counter. I bow my head slightly to lightly kiss your neck. You tilt your head back up towards the ceiling with your eyes closed as my feathery kisses trace a path over your soft skin. I kiss my way down towards your rapidly panting cleavage pushing my nose and tongue between your breasts. How I'd love to once again bite and suck on your hard sensitive nipples. Whilst my left hand rests on your hip, my right instinctively reaches down to the front of your dress and I start rub and caress your thigh through the fabric. I gather up some of the material and eventually my fingers gain access to the sweet prize beneath. I discover that you still enjoy wearing those sexy 1940's style stockings and satin suspender belt. I love the feeling of tracing my fingers up the smooth nylon reaching your soft warm flesh at the top. But they don't stop there, edging ever further upwards, my fingertips graze against the that satin fabric that's covering your sweet pussy. I trace a teasing pattern over your pubic mound before you part your legs just enough to allow me access between them.
I can feel how wet you've made your panties and how swollen and puffy your lips are beneath. I pinch your lips between my thumb and forefinger and manage to slip two fingers beneath the satin cover. I plunge those two fingers deep into you and you moan loudly as the walls of your pussy grip them tightly. God you're so wet, so hot and so horny. I slide my fingers in and out of your hole, then along the length of your slit from your clit to your puckered ass hole, teasing your rear entrance then sliding back again. You always loved it when I slid a finger into your ass when we fucked.
