The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Sarah, my ex, stood awkwardly in the doorway, her red hair a vibrant splash of color against the muted tones of the apartment. She was here to pick up the last of her things, but something felt different. The unspoken words hung heavy between us.
"I... I didn't expect you to be here," she stammered, her eyes darting around the room, avoiding mine. I simply nodded, a lump forming in my throat.
The silence stretched, punctuated only by the ticking of the clock. Suddenly, she took a tentative step closer. "Look," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "I know things didn't end well..."
Before I could respond, she was in my arms, her big tits pressing against my chest. The familiar scent of her perfume flooded my senses, and the memories came rushing back. It wasn't long before her lips met mine, and the kiss was electric, desperate, fueled by regret and longing.
She pulled back, her eyes filled with a raw vulnerability that I hadn't seen in a long time. "I want this," she breathed, "I need this."
And just like that, we were lost in each other. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, and the familiar warmth of her skin against mine ignited a fire that had been dormant for too long. She dropped to her knees, offering me an unexpected blowjob. Her lips were soft and yielding, her touch both gentle and demanding.
I pulled her up, my hands cupping her ass as I thrust into her pussy doggy style. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of lust and desperation. I watched as she came in my hand and tribbed with her pussy while I looked at her beautiful tattoos.
Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, breathless and spent. The silence returned, but this time it was different. It was a comfortable silence, a silence filled with a fragile hope.
This amateur couple's roleplay felt so real, a desperate attempt to recapture what we had lost. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't too late.
