‘Just how much exactly did you drink?’, I asked as Jia Ying began stumbling while merely standing in the lift, with her face red like a lobster and clothes in disarray.
‘Just.. half a bottle? I think.. I just kept drinking once I booked the car.. I just want to sleep once I get here.. ‘, she slurred harder as the lift came to a stop, with me half-supporting her weight as we made our way to my place.
It has been at least 10 years since we broke up, and since it was a clean break, we didn’t have anything to do with each other. Although she was the one whom initiated the break, it wasn’t exactly hard to come to terms with her decision, based on you know.. the usual ‘if you want her to be happy, learn to let go’ that sort of analogy.
I still didn’t know how she found my IG, but she did. And there was no need for any second thoughts to help her when she asked, because after all, she was someone I had loved before.
Within 10 minutes of entering my home, she was already in bed, chest-down, sideway-facing with her arms strewn on the side. I didn’t get a clear picture of what happened to her, but I did understand the choice of ‘wanting a break’.
(Jia Ying slurred) ‘can you get me some water? i think i will need it when i wake up.. ‘
‘Ok.’, I replied her, taking a deep breathe after.
No more than 5 minutes later, she was snoring, and I couldn’t be more relieved. As quietly as I could, I inflated a mattress and went to bed on it, having prepared her water and spare towels in the shower if she woke up before me.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I felt a tug on my arm, followed by a harder pull to sit me upright before I was fully awake. Half-fumbling and half-confused, I was led to the bed and the familiar side-cuddle came upon my shoulder.
(Jia Ying whispered) ‘this is your bed.. you should sleep here.. ‘
With that said, I fell into a deeper sleep than earlier, more resistant to any ‘sleep’ fidgeting.
Once again, after an unknown amount of time, I felt some tugging in my loin, and it took me a good few minutes to fully sober up to a warm face kissing my neck.
‘Jiaying?’, I muttered.
‘ya?’
‘what are you doing?’
‘nothing?’
I felt the sheets moved away from my body, and hair touching my thighs, and a mouth enveloping my fully erect dick. I finally forced my eyes opened to see a brown-cover binder book on the floor a distance from the bed, and immediately understood why she did what she was doing. Somehow, she found the scrapbook that we once had, filled with pages of photos and receipts and ticket stubs to the places we have been and did.
Despite my distant emotions to whatever sexual favours she was doing, I couldn’t help but feel for the familiar sight of her smooth, bare back, and her head bobbing over my hips. I could tell that she had gained some skills, and it was enough to keep my morning wood as hard as it could get.
(She paused and asked) ‘are you still single?’
‘yes.. ‘
‘good.. ‘
She then pushed the sheets further away and climbed right over my dick, face still slightly flushed. I look a quick look at the clock and saw 0500, a good 10 more hours away from my working time. Without more words between us, she starting riding me, face partly blocked by the swaying hair hiding her slightly-excruciating expression. According to my memory, she was never this good, to the point that I had to hold her back multiple times. There was no condoms between us, just pure lust and perspiration slowly gathering on our bodies.
Midway, she collapsed on my chest and I knew it was time to take over. I rolled both our bodies onto her back and maintained a push-up position as I jerked my hips back and forth, slower than either of us wanted. I made sure to go as deep as my balls allowed, hold it inside her for a few good seconds, before making a fast exit. That torturous pace soon caused her legs to wrap around my back, and she tried harder and harder to push me back in.
Seeing her pleading look, I had to give in, and resumed a rhythmic but controllable pace in and out of her pussy. That familiar pair of hands then went cupped on my cheeks, passionately pulling me in for a kiss that we never broke free from. Our lips, tongues, went all out as my thrusts picked up speed, from tucking, to piling, to hammering.
Her body was getting jutted higher and higher as I rammed my dick mercilessly into her. She threw her arms onto the headboard to ease the bumping on the top of her head, and her mouth went into a voiceless screaming mode.
(She moaned) ‘I’M COMING! I’M COMING RIGHT NOW.. FUUUUUCCCKKKK!’
Her thighs let go of me and her knees went up and down and wide and closed, unable to find a good position as her vagina sealed my dick in a vacuum. I was too, nearing the end as she got immensely wetter. After a few more violent strokes, I yanked my dick out and aimed it on her belly, and that exhausted girl knew to hold it in her palm with her fingers around my dick. I was half-thrusting in her half-stroking hand when I finally released a huge load across her chest, squirting cum into her belly button and all over her fingers in our expended state.
She remained on her back as I towered over her on my weakened arms, and we smiled simultaneously at each other.
(She breathed) ‘I think you’ve grown bigger than last time.’
(I reciprocated) ‘And you’ve gotten better in every way.’
‘Tighter or loose?’
‘Definitely tighter, and better riding and sucking.. ‘
We took a few long minutes to tidy up, had a quick rinse of our bodies, and climbed straight back to bed.
(Jia Ying whispering by my side) ‘i’m not sleepy yet. but you have work later right?’
‘yeah.. ‘
(She asked) ‘can I suck you again? or do you want to sleep?’
(I chided) ‘what a lousy question.. who would turn down a blowjob?’
She gave me a cheeky smile and went on her knees between my legs, in a proper ‘meal time’ position this time. With my eyes closed, I was sucked and milked in the most erotic-then-turned-comforting blowjob. To both our surprise, my second load was as impressive as my first, as measured in her elated, puffed up cheek smile. After that, we slept until the sun came out.
Jia Ying stayed for a few more days before leaving, and returned after a week with an irresistible proposal. The reason she had ‘ran’ away from home was due to some problems with her fiancé, and that few days she was absent, she took that time to official broke things off. Without an immediate place to stay, she offered to do more ‘work’, while she get her future accommodations sorted out.
So for the last few days we found no need to be dressed in our own home, it has been hard to resist seeing each other naked. And the alternative kind of exercise sure beats using dumbbells on yoga mats.