The One That Got Away

I worked in a supermarket, I used to do the 7am-2pm shift, but on Saturdays, the 2pm-10pm shift. Those days feel so far away, but they were half my life ago now.

He wasn’t conventionally attractive but he had a nice, gentle demeanour. I was upset one afternoon and he spotted me in the cafe and sat with me, just listening, and held my hand. Just what I needed. I spilled my whole life out to him, and he just listened. 

Weeks went by and we spoke more and more and a mutual fondness grew between us. I realised after some time that I really was falling for him. The catch? He was 8 years older than me, and married. Not my finest moment. As soon as I learned that fact, I ended our “relationship”. 

Up until then though, we had some fun. 

In the early days, it was innocent walks at lunchtime, but over the months it became very intense. We fancied the pants off each other. 

We found a secluded spot, and would walk there during our lunch break. We’d eat, and kiss. And talk about the future, watching the river flow by and the traffic on the bridge overheard. Listening to him drowned everything else out. I was intoxicated. 

It was my day off and he was working, he text me to suggest meeting at the pub, but, he asked if I would not wear underwear. Up for the challenge, I did exactly that. We got to the pub and played a few rounds of pool. We sat in our usual corner and he ran his hands up my skirt, feeling his hand rubbing along my thigh set me on fire, that anticipation build up was too much and by the time his fingers reached me, my pussy was already dripping wet. I remember his smile and raised eyebrow when he discovered this. He rubbed my clit but stopped before I could finish. He frustrated me so much but I just wanted more. 

On my 21st birthday, he arranged to spend the night with me. This would be our first night together. I lived in a shared house and my housemates were all out. When he turned up, he put his things in my room and asked if he could run a bath. We sat in that bath together, that was the first time we’d been naked together. He sat back and cuddled me into him, I could feel his cock growing harder against my back. He reached around and teased my clit again, but stopped just before I could finish. I was beyond frustrated by now.

We ordered in a pizza and snuggled on the sofa to watch a movie. At the end of the movie, he pulled me toward him and kissed me so tenderly, the kiss where he cups your face in his hands. My legs turned to jelly and my breathing quickened. He took me by the hand and led me to my room. He undressed me and laid my down. Undressed him and laid next to me. He teased me again, but before I could finish, he crawled to the end of the bed and started to lick me with his tongue. Oh my goodness, I instantly spasmed. The combination of the frustration, the warmth of his breath and the gentle flicking of his tongue threw me over the edge and I came hard. He came back up the bed to kiss me and placed my hand on his swollen cock. I was super inexperienced at this stage and I didn’t really know what to do, so he guided me, taught me. 

We laid there together, just touching eachother, kissing, his tongue probing mine, his hands in my hair, in my pussy, mine learning his cock. I wanted him, so badly. We stared at each other for a few minutes and he climbed on top of me and without any guidance he was in me, his warm cock filled me and we moved together naturally until we both came. We laid in each others arms, and throughout the night, we made love a further 4 times. Each one more intense than the last. 

When I found he was married, I finished things between us, but two weeks later, he arrived at my door telling me that he’d left, bags and all. We had a relationship for 2 years, the perfect combination of two gentle souls, but he wasn’t ready for a relationship after a 15 year marriage. So eventually we decided it wasn’t going to work between us. I am still fond of him, and we are in and out of touch, he was 100% the one that got away. We tried to rekindle a few years ago but it just didn’t feel the same. 21 year old me misses him so much.