A night of passion with my ex GF

Hi All, My name is Santosh (name changed). Today, I am here to narrate a true incident which happened a couple of months back with my former flame, Divya (Name Changed). A chance to meet unexpectedly kindled the flames, setting the stage for a night of passionate and intense lovemaking.

Divya and I had been together for five years since our college days. We were 21 when we first met, and the connection was instant. We were a well-known couple in the college. We used to roam around together everywhere, from food court to classrooms and laboratories.

Whenever it came to sex, we had the best sex every time. It was magical, as if the world stood still when we had sex. As time passed, however, emotionally, we were drifting apart. We realized our lives were heading in different directions and had decided to break up.

Initially, it was painful as we were both 26. After being together for 5 years, we had dreamt of a lifetime of togetherness. But as they say, time heals everything, and since then, we’ve both moved on. Divya is now in a serious relationship. I’ve had on-and-off relationships but am currently single.

Currently, we’re both 29 years old, and it’s been three years since we had even last contacted each other. We’re originally from Mangalore. I work in IT, while Divya used to work in a bank. Even though we were in a small city, our paths had never crossed in these 3 years.

This incident happened a couple of weeks back on a Friday evening. I went to the mall in the city to watch a movie alone. I usually enjoy solo movie outings. After the movie ended, I was walking out. I felt a gentle tap on my shoulders. I turned around, and to my surprise, it was Divya with her boyfriend. She looked stunning as usual.

Divya: Are you here with your girlfriend, or are you still coming to the movies alone?

Me: Oh, I prefer solo movie outings. How about you?

Divya: I’m here with my boyfriend tonight.

She introduced me as a friend from college to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was fairly handsome and tall. My mind quickly went back to the intimate moments I had with Divya, creating a subtle undercurrent of nostalgia. We exchanged pleasantries.

Since she had introduced me just as a friend, I kept it formal. I couldn’t ignore the signs of stress etched across her face. Knowing Divya well, I sensed a hint of trouble lurking beneath the surface. The casual encounter took on a weightier tone, leaving me curious about the complexities in her life.

Her stressed face and introducing me as a friend to her boyfriend. I sensed some trouble brewing. But having decided that it was none of my business, I bid them goodbye, and I proceeded. However, my mind couldn’t shake off the lingering questions about our encounter.

It was 11:00 PM when I got a message from Divya. I was shocked to see her message.

Divya: Hi!

Me: Hey! Is everything okay?

Divya: I think so.

Me: What happened? Do you need any help?

Divya: Well, I just introduced you as my friend to my boyfriend. Did you feel bad about it?

Me: Oh, not at all! I would have done the same. Friends first, right?

Divya: Phew, that’s a relief. I was a bit worried.

Me: No worries at all! Is everything going okay with you otherwise?

Divya: Yeah! Things are going pretty well. Just wanted to check with you.

Me: Of course! If you ever need to talk or if something’s bothering you, you can count on me.

Divya: Thank you so much. How about you visit me for coffee tomorrow evening?

I was shocked as it was the first time after 3 years I met Divya, and immediately she invited me for coffee. I was pretty certain something was off.

Me: Sure. 4 sounds okay?

Divya: Please come to my home. You know my place.

I was surprised again as she was inviting me home. I replied with a thumbs-up and ended the chat. I reached her home at 4:00 sharp. To my surprise, Divya was just back from work and was in her bank uniform saree. She was alone at home.

You: You looked really pretty in this saree.

Divya: Aw, stop flattering me. It’s not easy maintaining a saree all five days a week, you know?

You: I can imagine. Is everything else okay? Why the sudden rush?

Divya: Yeah, things are fine.

You: You’re alone? Where’s everyone?

Divya: My parents are in our native place for the weekend.

You: Oh, got it. Why did you invite me then instead of your boyfriend?

Divya: Well, I thought it would be nice to spend some time with you. Plus, he’s busy with work.

Me: Well. That doesn’t sound like you. Tell me what’s wrong.

Divya: (A little nervous) Well, you know? His name is Karthik, and we have been dating for a year now.

Me: So?

Divya: Well… He proposed to me last week.

I couldn’t contain my laughter as she said this. The image of Divya, usually composed and self-assured, is so nervously tangled in emotions. That he proposed to her was simply too amusing to handle.

Divya was annoyed, and she angrily retorted, saying, “I thought I could count on you.” I was really not sure how to respond.

Me: If you love him, why worry and if you are not sure, break up like we did. He will understand. We all are mature.

Divya: I do love him, but this commitment seems scary. I need some time, I guess.

Me: Yeah. Maybe you both should have an open conversation and sort this out.

Divya prepared some tea, and in between, I asked, “So how is the sex? Is it better than us?”  Divya was not prepared for that question. She was surprised, and she didn’t respond. I was annoyed, and I prodded her further, pressing for an answer, “Come on. Answer me?”

Divya angrily responded, “Sex is not what I like him for. He is way better than you. He is always there when I need him emotionally, mentally and physically.”

It was evident to both of us that we had grown apart as a couple. We both were different individuals now, and there was no emotional connect. However, the response from Divya implied that she was not completely satisfied with him sexually. It turned me on.

Me: Haha. I know that. But I am glad that you acknowledged that our sex was the best. We were truly on a different level whenever we had sex.

Divya: I didn’t.

Me: You just did.

Our conversations were gradually veering into a different realm. An undercurrent of passion began to weave its way into the air. As Divya and I engaged in dialogue, our eyes met, searching for unspoken answers. The atmosphere became charged with an emerging sense of desire.

Sensing the escalating tension, I finally broke the silence with a cautious declaration, “Okay, before we let things take an unexpected turn, I should probably leave.” Divya remained silent, her response hanging in the charged atmosphere.

Not wanting to leave either, I lingered half-heartedly. I was hoping that Divya would intervene and stop me from leaving. To my astonishment, Divya decisively rose from her seat. She advanced towards the door and locked it from the inside. She took the keys as she proceeded to her bedroom.

The sudden turn of events left me in a state of shock, mingled with confusion and excitement.  The lust is still alive in us, I just thought in my mind.

Describing Divya, she was 29, 5’7” tall. She had a slightly darker complexion and a charming face. Her eyebrows were meticulously shaped, and she had brown eyes. She had pointed lips with a perfect nose. She was a swimmer and had a beautifully chiselled figure.

As far as I could remember from our previous memories, her figure was 34-32-34. She had well-rounded soft breasts and a flat tummy with a beautiful navel. She had well-curved hips leading to her juicy yet firm buttocks and perfectly chiselled thighs.

Standing tall at 6’ 3”, I, too, had an athletic build due to jogging. I was fit and had a lean body with lean muscles over my biceps and well-toned legs as well. Overall, we were a good match for sex.

I followed Divya to her room, and there was a sense of nostalgia. I was here for almost 4 years, and not much had changed. I felt as if I had made love to Divya just yesterday. Everything was still the same, barring a few of my gifts that were missing.

Divya could sense my emotions. Before I could even speak, she was removing the safety pins on her saree and said to me, “Listen. Don’t look too much about this. Before I change my mind, let’s finish this.” I replied, “Of course, I am not looking at getting back together either and…”

Before I could finish the sentence, she was in my mouth. She had pushed me against the wall and was in charge. I could sense the lust engulfed in us. We had made love so many times before. But there was love, care and a whole lot of emotions involved.

But today, it was all different. We were exploring a different dimension of our lives. Divya was already kissing my lips, and I reciprocated by kissing her back. I removed her saree pallu, and she was just in her blouse now. My one hand had already passionately slid inside her blouse and explored the contours of her bra.

With my other hand, I was trying to remove her saree. Divya was holding my face with both her hands and kissing me. One facet of our relationship was the open communication every time we had sex. She kept asking me if I liked it. I told her to continue.

By now, we were kissing each other passionately. We could hear the sounds of the lips locking and the saliva getting sucked. I had finally unwrapped her saree, and she was in her petticoat. I proceeded to kiss her nose and lick her neck and cheeks. With my tongue, I started licking her cheeks and forehead.

Divya had dragged me towards her, and her hands were inside my T-shirt, exploring my back. It was a dance of passion, lust and desire. I removed the knot in her petticoat as well. In no time, she was in her underwear. She was in her blouse and underwear within no time.

I couldn’t see any shyness in her, which clearly showed how much she was driven by lust. She hurriedly removed my T-shirt. I unzipped my pants and got out of my pants. Now I was in my underwear, and she was still in her blouse. I again told her she looked good in this uniform.

She just replied,  “I know. That’s why we are here.” I placed her on the edge of the bed and asked her if she wanted it to be quick or if she wanted something from our good old days. Divya bluntly replied, “I just want it to be memorable. I am not planning on making this a routine.”

Determined to make some new memories, I was thinking of ideas. The first thing I had to do was remove her blouse. I proceeded to unhook her blouse, but it was tight. I finally ripped it apart and removed her blouse. I told her, “Well, this is one memory for you,” holding the torn blouse in front of her.

We have had sex so many times. I couldn’t think of anything new which I could do to Divya today. While my mind was pondering and searching for ideas, I immediately knew what I had to do. I should do something so special today that she needs to remember me every time she has sex in the future.

With that thought, I started exploring every inch of her body.

I will narrate how I explored her in part 2. I hope you liked my story and will provide me with your feedback and suggestions at [email protected].

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