TEMI AND HER EX

Temi and john had dated for about a year but had decided to separate after their relationship degraded to a point where they simply quit trying. She was now living with her new boyfriend and had asked john to come pick up some things he had left that she had gathered together during the last few months. “Chris and I are getting tired of looking at this stuff” she had told him over the phone. Chris was her new boyfriend. She liked to throw his name out all over the place, probably to prove she was “over” john. He was fine with that but even though He and Chris had never met, john knew there was one area Tami had not quite completely moved on with. On several occasions she had secretly called him, pretending like she needed something, but the conversations always seemed to contain sexual innuendos and remarks. If there was one area that Temi and john did not need to improve on, it was the sex. Her bedroom personality was exactly the same as her real self: quiet, caring, and attentive. She tended to be very submissive and obedient to his wants and he usually would act aggressively with her. She seemed to receive a sexual charge from being “taken” or “instructed”. They had never gone as far as to have sex since the breakup, but it always seemed like it was a possibility. John thought about it more as he drove over to the apartment. He hadn’t been with anyone since Temi, and his urges were giving him a little extra courage that he normally didn’t display. When he walked in and saw her, he was instantly aroused at the memory of her body as he saw her breasts pushing against the cut off top she was wearing. Obviously bra-less, the outline of her soft nipples protruded from the soft cotton shirt. She was busy putting things away and straightening up as she talked to him, all the while his eyes scanned her body and movements. She bent over in front of him several times as she gathered his things, each time affording him a glimpse of a small, firm breast and a large nipple that used to fit perfectly into his hands and mouth. On one occasion as she sat there on her knees, he handed her one of the books she was gathering and brushed his hand against her bare knee and ran it up very high along her thigh. She said nothing but the next time she bent over, he noticed her once soft nipples were now firm and hard. When she rose and walked by john, he saw a full view of her and thought briefly of how much he wanted to take her away from the man who now knew her body. He was jealous when he thought of how Chris’s hands would look rubbing her feet, her thighs, her shoulders. He imagined all the times he had placed his hands and fingers around her waist and stomach and had gripped her tightly as he filled her. Now Chris was doing these things and he wanted her. When she returned, He grabbed her and quickly hoisted her up. Given her 5’4 frame,it was relatively easy.. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her feet into the base of his back. She never protested. Not when he pushed her back into the wall, not when he ripped her flimsy shorts from her body, and not even when he unzipped his pants and released greatness… She looked at him once as if to say something but then simply half turned her head and lowered her chin onto his shoulder. As Temi bowed her head to john’s chest, He knew she was surrendering herself to his needs.. their needs. She knew there was no love or emotional tie between them, just a need to be satisfied in a physical way..~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TO BE CONTINUED............