Punctuation

A couple of months ago I got reacquainted with an old ex of mine. When we dated, I was thirty and she was 18, just barely.

Our entire relationship had happened in my bed, and I had tried (unsuccessfully) to keep the relationship from my friends, as I was embarrassed to be 'robbing the cradle', now I don't know what I was thinking. I should have been proud to show off that little piece of ass. And oh, the sex was hot, she was so innocent about her tight little body. She let me do all the things I like, and I felt like such a stud when I was with her because she was so inexperienced. Every little thing I did rocked her world.

Anyway, she found me a couple months ago on a social networking site and we chatted a couple of times. She said she had fond memories of some nude sketches I had done of her (I'm an artist) so we went out for drinks under the pretext of her wanting to see them again. We're both married now, so it was supposedly innocent enough, but I did notice that neither of us told our spouses.

We found a quiet corner table at a bar she knew. We sat across from each other and chatted amiably enough, but then when I got out the sketches she scootched over next to me to look at them and well, let's just say the result was instantaneous. The chemistry had obviously not abated, and it didn't help that we were looking at nude drawings of her when she was a tender 18. My cock was as hard as can be, like, right away. I've never cheated on my wife, so being so close to another woman was heady, intoxicating, wonderful and horrifying.

She made a joke about my hardon, I don't think it was particularly obvious as I was wearing jeans so I have to assume she was checking to see if I was aroused. I tried to laugh it off, but it was all very intense.

We finished our drinks and went out to her car as she wanted to have a cigarette. I remembered the smell of her cigarettes from when we used to date, at the time I had just quit, and I used to love kissing her, I'd call her my little nicotine fix. Sitting there in her car with her was too much for both of us.

Before I knew it we were making out, my hand down her shirt and her hand on my cock, squeezing it through my jeans. The kiss only lasted a minute and we stopped, and agreed that we should not see each other again. Neither of us wanted to be unfaithful.

But over the course of the next few days we started texting each other, and the text messages took on a decidedly naughty tone. We were practically having phone sex, only with texting. She kept sending me messages that she had just masturbated thinking about me, or that she was touching herself right now. One night I was home alone and she couldn't talk because she was with her husband, so I called and talked dirty to her while I stroked myself to orgasm. She said nothing the whole time. It was so hot.

After a week or two of this, we found ourselves back at the same bar, and then again in her car, making out like teenagers. It went only a little bit further, but again we were able to stop ourselves and agreed that this had to stop. We decided not to do the dirty text thing anymore, but I jokingly told her she could just send me like a punctuation mark and I would know she was masturbating and thinking of me.

We've been good ever since, but every once in awhile I get a text message from her that's just an exclamation point and I have to stop whatever I'm doing and go somewhere private so I can touch myself.