Getting over an ex is never easy. The movies will tell us women cry into a tub of ice cream while her girlfriends sit around and tell her why he was such a douche. My story is a little bit different…

I joined AMM many years ago and keep returning to this site each time I need a release. I’ve been a single account, a couples account and now back to a single account again. It never lets me down on the tantalising people who are looking for the same thing… some passionate, casual no strings fun.

He dropped into my inbox with a simple “hey, I can see you are after a tradie with a dad bod, I might be able to help you with your needs” and that was all I needed. Our conversation flowed with some flirting and some ordinary getting to know each other questions. You know the type I’m talking about, we all have to get through them with each interaction. Swapping of private galleries and I was presented with a picture of a mouth watering hard dick. Now I don’t normally get any kind of flutters with a dick pic, because men can I tell you, when you have seen one you’ve seen them all. But this dick was different. Nicely shaven, a really good length and width, a simple glimpse of the shiny start of precum on the tip, and ready for someone lips to be wrapped around it. My lips. I saw this penis and just knew I needed it.

So as a safe single female we organised to meet for coffee at a local coffee shop. Work and life gets in the way so it was a late meet around 7 on just a normal Monday night. With any luck this turns into a normal, regular Monday night occurrence.
It was a cooler night but I wanted to be looking my best, so I slipped on a mid length thicker material dress. The type that grips to your body and shows off all the curves in the right way. Cute denim jacket and some white sneakers to finish the look. I’ve used this look before and know it works.

Got to the cafe and I saw him waiting outside immediately. He’s your average man, a bit rough around the edges, a super short beard kept nice and tidy, tall and strong. As I walk closer I can’t help but let my eyes fall to the bottom half where I know what I want is kept inside. I can see a bulge in his pants where my release is waiting for me, but this is a first meet so my wanting may have to wait just a little bit longer.

We talk and chat and flirt and our eyes both a twinkle of excitement and tension. We can both feel the tension building constantly between us. And then we are done. The meet is over, we give a kiss on the cheek and agree to meet again very soon. I walk to my car, my panties becoming uncomfortable with the wetness my pussy has developed during just an initial meet. I turn back to get a glimpse of the reason my panties are so wet and am surprised to see him directly behind me in an attempt to catch up. Grabs my hand and says “I’ve got an idea, come with me”
By this time it’s dark and the carpark has only a few overhead lights, just enough to see where my car is parked. I let out an excited giggle and my words “ok, where are we going” he replies with a “to see if your pussy feels as good as I imagine”

I am not one to fuck on a first meet generally. But something about this man had me wanting to be dragged into his car and fucked hard, fast and passionately.

We walked to what i assume was his car and he pushed me gently up against the side of it. His lips immediately on mine, softly at first, testing the waters, opening me up and our mouths were quickly a mix of each other. Passionately exploring each other as we kiss, my hands running through his hair, reaching to his neck in an attempt to get him even closer to me despite us being interlocked. My pussy naturally pushes against him with no guidance, seeking out the bulge in his pants that is now rock hard against my body.

He pulls away and I can now feel his hands on me. My mind had been so busy racing with thoughts of his penis that I hadn’t noticed he had pulled my dress up to my panty line. With one hand he rests on my neck, looking at my face though it’s dark so I can only make out the outline of his. His other hand starts tracing the line of my panties, my aqua coloured panties with lace. The panties I bought to try and entice my ex now being removed by a man I just met. He takes them off and replaces my panties with his hand. He can feel the smooth shaven lips of my pussy and runs his fingers through the trimmed bush I have at the top.
He slips one finger in. I can feel my pussy almost completely consume that finger with my wetness, I gasp as I feel his finger enter me. Then he puts in a second finger into my now dripping wet pussy. He shifts a little to get more comfortable, easier for him to access my pussy. He is tall so his arms are a perfect length to work on me while he gives me little kisses at the same time.
He slowly explores my pussy, my hips starts moving and grinding against him as I want more and more. I can feel the build up inside of me as I get closer and closer to climax.
Then he gets faster. Quicker. His movements more demanding in my pussy. I’ve seen this move before. He is trying to make me squirt. I let out a little squeal accidentally and I can feel him smile against my face.
As his hand becomes quicker and harder, pushing up against my inside, I try to relax as I know what’s coming. I feel the build up, the tingling I get through my body, my body becomes quite stiff as I moan and grind and push to the edge…
I shudder as I cum. It consumes my body, it always does when I orgasm. And I can feel my squirt start to release down his hand, like a gush down my leg and onto the gravel of the carpark. As I shudder and my body relaxes against his I expect him to withdraw his hand he whispers into my ear “not yet”
His hand and movements become quicker and harder again. My body reacts accordingly and gushes again down my leg. “Oh god” I moan as I let my body have that release for what feels like an eternity. The amazing feeling of squirting dripping from his hand, gushing from my pussy, it is incredible.

He removes his hand, looks at me “that was amazing. You are amazing” and I tend to agree with him… that did feel amazing. I giggle a little bit, always a bit shy after squirting, not sure how it will be taken from a man. “I need to see you again” he says… and with skills like that he might just see me sooner than he knows.

As I drive home, my pussy just a little bit tender from the attention she just received, my phone vibrates with a message. It’s him. And he sent a simple picture of my now drenched aqua lace panties in his hand. I will need those panties back…