My ex-girlfriend Andrea and I split amicably a few years ago and remained in close contact through phone calls and occasional letter writing.

I went on to pursue my career, while she moved, married, and began working for her family’s company.

During one phone conversation last year, she mentioned that she would be coming back to our hometown to attend a wedding where she would serve as a bridesmaid. She said she would be making several trips in order to get her bridesmaid dress fitted and attend rehearsals. We arranged to meet at a restaurant to catch up. When I saw her at the restaurant, I recognized her immediately, but was surprised at how much firmer and tighter her body looked. This made Andrea’s already ample breasts seem even bigger. We talked for more than an hour, and then she had to leave for another rehearsal. I hated to see her go, and thought about her throughout the rest of the day.

A couple of days later, I got a call from Andrea. She said that the wedding and reception had just ended and asked me if I wanted to come over to her hotel room and see her.

When we were together in the old days, I used to ask her over the phone at night what she was wearing and she would usually reply that she had nothing on. When I asked her this time I got the same response: “Nothing!” I wasted no time rushing over.

When I knocked on her hotel-room door she opened it halfway to reveal a dark bedroom. Andrea was standing there dressed in absolutely nothing but an alluring smile. I gave her a long wet kiss, then closed the door, making sure the do not disturb sign was hanging outside.

She scurried back to the bed and climbed under the sheets. I undressed, grabbed my already hard cock, and started stroking it against her hot, moist pussy. We kissed long and hard, my tongue deep in her throat. Then I started sucking and kissing her big gorgeous tits. She guided the head of my cock into her cunt. I gave a long hard thrust, plunging my cock inside her up to the hilt.

We then got into a nice, slow rhythm of kissing, stroking, and massaging each other. Soon we built up speed. Andrea started moaning. I could feel the come in my prick getting ready for release. We fucked harder and faster until, with a loud groan, I came. I shot a huge load into her pussy, then collapsed beside her, exhausted. She cuddled up to me and we fell fast asleep.

I awoke a couple of hours later to Andrea stroking my shaft with a big sexy smile on her face. She bent over, put her mouth over the head, and started sucking away. I shifted her backside over my head and we started to sixty-nine, my tongue probing deep into the folds of her cunt. This got us hot very quickly. She turned around to straddle me. Grabbing my cock, she slipped it inside her, and we both began thrusting. Andrea was pumping hard and fast, her tits bouncing away. She bent over to kiss me, then moved her tits over my mouth. She kept moaning, begging me to give her all my come. I tightened the cheeks of my ass, clenched my teeth, and squeezed her ass. With a final hard thrust I came, my semen gushing into her pussy.

We both went right to sleep, and woke up late the next morning. When I asked her how the wedding had gone, she confessed that she’d worn nothing under her bridesmaid dress, which got her more attention than the bride. She claimed every guy at the party wanted to dance with her. I believed her, since Andrea was always an exhibitionist.

When I drove her to the airport she started getting very horny again. Without removing her sweater, she took off her bra, then pulled off her panties. She started finger-fucking herself with one hand and massaging my cock with the other. I got so hot, I pulled off the freeway. We then rented a cheap motel room and spent a few hours there doing nothing but sucking and fucking.

We managed to make it to the airport in time for her flight. We keep in contact through letters and phone calls, but it doesn’t compare at all to that hot time we shared, bringing back some fond memories.