One More Time With Hot Ex Girlfriend – Spencer Bradley – Perfect Girlfriend

Title: “One More Time With My Ex: A Taboo Tryst”

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow across the quiet suburban street. It was the kind of warm summer evening that begged for mischief and memories. I sat on my porch, one hand wrapped around a cold beer, the other flicking through my phone. That’s when I saw it – a message from her, my ex-girlfriend Spencer. “Hey stranger, wanna catch up over a drink or two?”

My heart raced at the sight of her name. Spencer and I had dated in high school, back when we were just braces and hormones, clumsy kisses and stolen glances. We’d broken up amicably enough, but there was still that spark, that connection that never quite faded away. And now, here she was, suggesting a drink, a catch-up.

I hesitated for a bare moment before typing out my response. “Pick you up at 7?”

An hour later, I found myself pulling up to Spencer’s childhood home, a home I knew all too well. She was waiting on the curb, a vision in a skimpy yellow sundress and white sandals. Her long brown hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup was subtle yet striking. She looked more beautiful than I remembered, an intoxicating blend of innocence and allure.

“Spencer,” I breathed, jumping out to open her door. She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Long time no see, stranger.”

We drove to a local bar, chatting easily about work, family, life. It was like no time had passed at all. As the night wore on, we found ourselves laughing more, the drinks flowing freely. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, at the way her dress hugged her curves, at the way her lips tightened around her straw.

“Remember when we used to sneak out and go skinny dipping in the lake behind my house?” she asked, her voice lower, warmer.

I nodded, swallowing hard. “How could I forget? You looked like a mermaid, all moonlight and laughter.”

She shivered at the memory, her legs brushing against mine under the table. “I loved your hands on me back then. I miss them.”

The words hung heavy in the air between us, a tangible weight. I reached out, my hand covering hers. “Spencer…”

She bit her lip, her eyes darkening with a familiar hunger. “Take me somewhere private, please?”

I didn’t hesitate. I threw some money on the table and practically dragged her out of the bar, my heart pounding in my ears. We drove to a secluded spot by the lake, the place of so many memories, past and unwritten.

The moment I parked the car, Spencer was on me, her hands in my hair, her lips mashed against mine. We fell back into the bench seat, a tangle of limbs and moans, a frenzy of longing and desperation. Her hands fumbled with my belt, my zipper, while I hiked up her skirt, my fingers dancing over her thighs, her panties.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I groaned, as she freed my aching erection.

“I’ve missed this,” she panted, stroking me with a familiarity that set me ablaze. “Missed you inside me.”

I needed no further encouragement. I ripped her panties down her legs, barely pausing to guide her straddled over me before I plunged into her welcoming heat. She cried out, her head falling back as I filled her, stretched her. It was just like I remembered, but so much better, so much more intense.

She rode me hard, her hips slamming into mine, her nails scoring my shoulders. I gripped her ass, urging her on, helping her move, wanting her to use me, to take what she needed. “Oh fuck Spencer,” I gritted out, my eyes squeezing shut at the exquisite pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her muscles fluttering around me. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. She was wild above me, a goddess in a sundress, consumed by lust. I felt her tightening, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. And then she was coming, crying out my name to the silent lake night, her walls clamping down on me, milking me.

The feel of her, overstimulated and writhing on top of me, pushed me over the edge. I bucked up into her, yelling my own release, my vision whiting out as pleasure crashed over me in unstoppable waves.

We clung to each other as we came down, sweat-slicked skin and heaving chests, sated smiles and heavy eyelids. “That was…” I began, but couldn’t find the words.

“Everything,” she finished for me, trailing her fingers over my damp forehead. “You always were everything to me.”

We stayed like that for a long time, basking in a bittersweet afterglow, wondering where we went from here. In the end, we never really had a chance to answer that question. Spencer moved away a few months later, chasing bigger dreams and greater opportunities. But that night, that wild, magic night, that perfect memory, would forever be etched in my mind, a reminder of the absolute perfection I once held in my arms, if only for a moment.