Shirley was the love of my life. It took me a long time to get over her. I met her at the time my wife and I were going through the process of a very friendly divorce ... our marriage had not worked for a long time and we decided to end it.
When the divorce was final Shirley and I moved in together. She's very attractive. Not beautiful, but gets all the attention when she walks into a room ... from men and women. She has an energy, a magnetism that compels one to notice her. She knows it and is comfortable with it.
Shirley and I got engaged after about a year. One morning I went to the bathroom and when I came back to bed she said to me, "I want you to leave ... move out."
I was shocked. Shirley is in marketing and she meets many people. She found someone more suitable, I guess. Several months later I saw the two of them together; he was very bald and very ordinary. I felt really deflated about being replaced by someone so ordinary. He worked in a different city and the plan was for him to relocate so they could be together.
I moved out the same day.
Shirley and I continued to meet on and off for more than a year after the break up. I was very much still in love with her and I supposed she felt sorry for me.
After a year I moved again into my permanent home, where I live now. One Sunday she showed up at my door. Plans for her new man to relocate were in place but the move had not yet happened. He would fly in for a weekend occasionally or she would go to visit him.
I don't remember how it happened. We ended up in my bed. Me fully clothed and Shirley with her pants off and her top pushed up around her neck.
I kissed her breasts ... small and firm ... she has lovely tits. I began masturbating her. She was very wet even before I touched her pussy.
She was panting loudly and pushing herself up against my hand. I looked down. Her legs were stretched, tense, knees pressed together hard. I remember thinking, how odd, her toes are stretched ... pointing hard towards the foot end of the bed ... willing her orgasm to happen ... exactly how I stretched and tensed my legs while masturbating when I was little.
It happened very quickly ... she sucked in her breath ... the next instant she grabbed my hand and held it still, pushing my fingers hard against her clit as she convulsed helplessly in cumming.
That was it. She got dressed, gathered her things and left without saying a word. I felt used.
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