I know we were broken up and I wasn't really expecting you to stop by but I was glad you did. We agreed that we were not going to work out as a couple, on different paths was putting it mild. I was a young single mother of 2 and you were one party after another. But the attraction was undeniable and resisting each other was impossible
I can still remember the smell of your cologne. I didn't particularly like the brand but on you it was intoxicating. You didn't know it but scent was my biggest weakness. It had to be just the right amount though, a dab or two that would catch the breeze as you walked by. Even thinking about it now sends a shiver of excitement through my body.
You came unannounced to my back door; I was reluctant to let you in but didn't think any harm could come from hearing you out. In you walked, the familiar smell hit me before I was able to draw my eyes to the fitted black tank top you wore, accentuating your perfectly defined chest. The tattoo on your bicep more prominent against your summer tan, another thing I found incredibly sexy.
"Hello" was the only thing you said. That was enough, I wanted to do so much more then talk.
You must have read my mind because instead of saying anything else you reached towards me, brushed my hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear. You let your fingers drop and tenderly outlined my neck before reaching behind my head to pull me in close. Pausing so that I could feel your soft lips brush lightly across mine. I could feel your breath and this waiting game was driving me crazy, but You knew that. Finally, your tongue was in my mouth. It tasted of peppermint, something I'd grown used to, and was sweeping around inside as if searching for the words we hadn't yet spoke.
You clutched my neck a little tighter making it impossible to escape had I even attempted. We hungrily explored each other's mouths and succumbed to desire.
I wanted so badly to have you inside me but surely that would bring this encounter to an abrupt end. That was not our way and that was not how this would play out. Although We had been lovers a long while it was like I had been sleeping until this instant. Maybe it was the time we had spent apart or the thought of never having you again that intensified my senses. Every inch of my body tingled with anticipation and self-control was becoming more futile.
I grabbed hold of the wrist that still clasped the back of my neck. You no longer needed to keep me from resisting, I wanted this as bad as you did. I guided your hand to my breast, my nipple erect under the light cotton fabric of the white shirt I still wore. It was yours actually, the shirt. You always thought it looked sexy, the way it draped my body loosely and fell just above my knees, slightly transparent from years of use. It did nothing to hide the tanned curves of my body or the light pink thong I wore. You always loved pink. Less predictable then red, more exciting then black. You said pink created a little bit of innocence in a woman that was anything but.
