y ex-wife's riend whom I've always wanted

I'm not much of a writer but have always liked reading this sub, much more so than seeing visuals. Documenting an encounter of mine from a few weeks ago while it's still fresh in my mind. Throwaway of course. I apologise the ratio of backstory to sexy time is way too skewed in the wrong direction for this sub, but I just wanted to remember this. Skip ahead if you want.

So Ariel's (29F) a close friend of my ex-wife's. I met them both about 7 years ago at my first big boy job. They were both fresh grads then, came into the business within 2 weeks of each other and had gotten really close really quick.

In a different world I probably would have dated and married Ariel. My wife was the one that was tall, great legs (and knew how to dress for them!), grew up with white picket fences and had the confidence to match. Her coming on to me then during office parties, the way she dressed at work, I didn't stand a chance back then. Ariel on the other hand, grew up in a smaller city and only moved for university and job opportunities. She had one of those Hilary Duff/Ariel Winter type of builds (hence the alias), petite (5 ft 1) with great curves. Huge... everything. I thought her chubby arms were cute, her thighs were to die for. I feel like a high-school boy again just thinking of it. She always wore somewhat nerdy glasses, wrapped herself in granny cardigans, always dressed conservatively with skirts never being too short, was always soft spoken, innocent, shy, inexperienced, which just made it hotter.

Fast forward to 2 weeks ago. By now we had all moved to seperate cities far away and had drifted apart over the years. My ex-wife and I are not on talking terms, but I don't think she had spoken to Ariel much either after everything. Ariel left the company and moved away 3 years ago. One night, I was scrolling my IG feed and came across one of Ariel's stories. She had a flight ticket into where I was.

"You're in town and didn't think to say hi?" I slided in cheekily.

"Only for 3 weeks for work, I didn't want to bother. Plus it's been so long."

I saw the opportunity — Ariel was always sort of my white whale. We weren't really close back then nor had much 1-1 time, but there was always a little bit of tension though she did keep a respectful distance after I started dating my ex-wife.

I offered to pick her up at the airport when she arrived that weekend. She looked absolutely amazing with a low-cut spaghetti strapped purple floral dress, long and flowy but also hugged her body in all the right areas. We caught up a bit, drove her to her hotel to drop off her stuff, and we went for dinner after at a nice Italian place nearby with great wine. Even after all this while, she had never dated. Focusing on work and her own side hustle, and never was one to be on dating apps. It was a great dinner, she was laughing a lot at my jokes, smiling shyly when I tried to keep things flirty, breaking the touch barrier by holding her hand and waist at times to guide her away from the pavement. Gentlemanly stuff she just wasn't used to. I knew I've always had a shot with her and I guess I sort of caught her in the mood.

By the end of the night we had both clearly enjoyed ourselves. We left the restaurant, took a little walk back to the car while still flirting and chatting. When we got to somewhere nobody else was around, I just grabbed her waist, went in and kissed her. She kissed back. She looked equal parts in shock, embarrassed, and out of breath.

"Wanna go back to my place?" I asked. She nodded shyly while still clearly blushing HARD.

Now, the best thing I ever got out of my marriage was how my ex-wife constantly pressured me to do more for my career. And by now I'd done pretty well for myself, with an oversized, overfurnished bachelor pad I had overpaid for, but was confident would impress any girl I brought home (the ex-wife spared no expenses here).

We stopped at my place. I, now emboldened, snuck another longer and much more aggressive kiss before we headed in. I felt the curves on her waist through her dress. As soon as we were through the doors, I grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her up bridal style. She made a really cute shriek in shock, with a giddy expression like she was going through rom-com cliche troupes and feeling butterflies for the first time in her life.

"Is this okay?" I laughed. She simply just laughed back trying to hide her blushing.

I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom. At this point I was already getting insanely hard. I've always wanted her, and finally I had her. I was checking her out again top down. Her feet were incredibly cute. Her thighs were so soft and cold. I couldn't wait to get between them. I looked down at her, just in that moment, her constant giggling, and her flushed and blushing red face and neck. I really really wanted her.

I put her down on my bed gently and immediately bent down and started kissing her intensely - full tongue, full moans, my hands were going wild all over her waist. After what felt like eternity, I started to take off my clothes. At this point, two thoughts crept into my head which made me legitimately the hardest and biggest I've been in possibly years. First, she had never dated, and I'm guessing... was she a virgin? If she was I needed to take my time with her and make this a really really special one for her. I don't want this to be one of those pump and dumps where she hates herself after. Second, the way she eyed my bulge reminded me, I'm pretty sure my ex-wife had ever shown a video of me posing naked to that group of friends before, and Ariel had probably seen it. This was about 5 years ago and I would say, probably my peak physique and one I'm proud of. I'm not tall, but I compensated with build, so think Zac Efron from Baywatch, a little less lean a little more dirty bulked.

"Ready?" I asked, when I was just down to my boxer briefs. She continued to smile shyly. I could tell she was trying her best not to stare. I knelt down by the side of the bed, worked my way up, massaging and kissing her feet, kissing, licking and caressing her thighs with gentle strokes, held her hands, sucked her fingers. I wanted to give her the most mind-blowing princess treatment ever. Every part of her deserved to be loved. At this point she was getting fully in the moment, her eyes closed, breathing getting heavier and heavier, almost dead silent. Then when it looked like she was somewhat squirming for more, I slowly took off her dress.

"Matching set huh? I guess you always knew where tonight was heading"

"Shut up" she laughed, finally breaking some of her tension.

"Is...this your first time?" I tried to get a feel of where she was at, wanting her to be comfortable. She sobered a little and nodded slightly.

"I'll go really slow okay? Just tell me when." I reassured her gently, while brushing her hair back and looking gently into her eyes.

I got her to sit up on a pillow while I slowly kissed my way up again past her legs, and then thighs, then over her panties. As my tongue brushed over it, she was SOAKED. She moaned any time I applied more pressure with my tongue as I slowly started licking over her panties, gradually louder and louder, as she got more comfortable. After a while, I pulled it to the side and started eating her proper. Long strokes, soft pressure, from her opening up to her clit.

"UGHHHHHH" her loudest moans yet as soon as I made contact. How wet she was just made this all the more mind-blowing for me too. I looked up at her looking for eye-contact and her reactions as I ate her. Her eyes closed, fully blushing down to her chest, cutely unsure what to do with her hands, just being in the moment. I started removing her panties, then her bra. I kissed her glorious tits and nipples and sucked on them a little.

"Gotta give them milkers some love, right?" I said cheekily again. She laughed as I felt a little bit more tension leave her body.

At this point, I think we were both approaching our limits. No further escalation for her anymore from just teasing, we had to go another level. I was also completely rock hard by now. I don't consider myself crazy well-endowed but by now I was wielding a full-on cucumber. I started to remove my boxer briefs as well, spread her legs slowly, and mounted her. I touched her around her waist, then her arms, started kissing her neck, then her. I wanted to make her feel loved, not just a fuck. She was my white whale. I had waited literally years for this and the stars finally aligned. I whispered "I'm going to go slow alright baby?" passionately into her ear, giving it a quick lick.

And then I slid in slow, observing her facial reaction gradually. No moaning, but deep quiet pressure. I knew at this point I probably couldn't last long and wanted to pace myself, but I also knew my animal urges were at my dead limits. I wanted to push her over the edge just as fast as she was making me. "Ariel, I've wanted you for a really long time, I want to make so much love to you tonight. I want you to be mine...I....I love you" and somehow that just did it for her while I was gearing up for the next thrust. Suddenly she started moaning louder than ever before while starting to tremble. Emboldened, I started going harder and faster.

Before I knew it, I feel like I must've cummed a literal gallon into her. Which must have also did it for her as she also went loud, loud, louder as the cum poured in, and then... pure silence. I cuddled up beside her to spoon, kissing her body, her neck, brushing her hair. I can still remember how her hair smelt like, vaguely. In my post-nut clarity, it started to sink in. As a man who's always tried to protect status quo and singlehood in his life, it's been a REALLY long time with no protection, no birth control. No pull out finish either. Though that's a problem for another day, I guess.

This has been a while since it was written vs the time it was posted. Had a hard time figuring out how to get my throwaway eligible to post on here. To good news there's been developments since. Would be keen to update more if there's interest. I've penned down some things I want to remember, but I need to find time to actually write things from memory. I'm not sure how this style would sit with most people. I think this is for the people who like reading something a bit more sensual, romantic. Not the typical story where I have crazy game, pulls hotties that come hitting on me, and I take them to pound town for hours (I could never, you guys are the real heroes).