Surprisingly, after ten years, I met my former girlfriend. She, too, was busty and blonde. At that time we both were single. So after a nice chat we decided to meet again on the next Friday evening. There would be a lot of to talk about.
She didn't want to see a movie. Neither did she want to go to any restaurant to eat. Though there was nothing romantic in the bar we visited, we had a great time talking and laughing. Fortunately I was asked for a drink. But, she said, I must behave. No problem. And the wine was good.
We went lie down. She was wearing her white panties and her white t-shirt, I was wearing my boxers. Behave! But surprisingly she started to finger herself. Then she undressed herself to the waist. Though there was dusky in her apartment, I could see her big breasts shaking when she was pleasuring herself. She noticed I wasn't asleep, but she didn't care. When she finally took her panties off, I was allowed to caress her beautiful boobs and lick her nipples. She continued and wildly fingered her wet pussy. I could hear the sounds of her lickable cunt. She moaned and quaked, and I watched my former girlfriend masturbating. Her orgasm was noisy.
In the morning she went to make some coffee. I was left alone and decided to have some fun, too. And it wouldn't been a problem, if she saw me masturbating. I was stroking my manhood, when she came back without warning, saw my erect member and interrupted me. 'Stop!' she said angrily. And I did, because I did promise to behave. Fortunately the coffee was good.
At home I wondered why did she masturbate next to me in the night. And why I wasn't allowed to jack off in the morning. Maybe she was ashamed or embarrassed and didn't want to watch her ex-boyfriend's stiff cock ready to cum. But I was ready and masturbated alone remembering my old love.