Rate My Ex Girlfriend at the Discount Mega Mall
When I think about how I would rate my ex girlfriend, I would give her a 10. And that goes for her butt, vagina, and melon tits. That’s top score on a range from 1 to 10, 10 being the hottest, 1 being a turn off. Not that she is a piece of merchandise or anything derogatory. I mean it as a complement, like giving good comments or an outstanding critique on a fancy marzipan cake in a fine Austrian bakery. Truly I have a lot of respect and admiration for my ex girl friend even though we have departed. Intimate relationships are not easy and we are still friends. In fact we still have the greatest sex every time her boyfriend is away. Actually I think that’s her husband.
We’ve been apart for over 24 months now. I miss her camel toe like a baby without diapers. When I first met her it was at the shoe store at one of these discount outlet mega malls out in the middle of nowhere. Me, my sister, and my old lady got into my purple jeep and got onto the road. On our way the mall there were a lot of pot holes and debris on the road, including construction nails and glass coke bottles. It was Friday and the middle rush hour. So what happened? We got a flat tire! My tires could not avoid all the street garbage.
I pulled over and tried to open the trunk. It was stuck and that’s where the spare tire, jack, and wrench were. I could not remove the tire nuts much less jack the car up and replace the damaged tire unless I could get in there. No one would stop to help us so I asked my sister to get out of the car, smile, and show off her tattoo on her soft sexy tummy. You see she was wearing only lingerie since it was such a hot day. So she did. It did not take long for a couple to pull over and get a glance of her shocker. The guy in the car had noticeable long erection. No question, you could see he was erect through the bulge in his Calvin Klein jeans.
My Exgf Saves the Day
But never mind him. The gal sitting next to him was a knockout. She had the looks. The first thing I noticed was her smooth thighs and silky legs. She was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini so small that I could see her hairy pubes even though it was covered with a tiny yellow triangle. Guess she didn’t wax. Really I would consider the bottom half of her bikini a g-string since it was so scanty. Quite a navel and it had a honey suckle tat. She’s the type of unforgettable you see on tubes and girly blogs. This fine girl was my exgf.
She got out of the car, swayed her bush, and gave me a big smile with her juicy lips. The kind of smile that wants to give a blow job, at least in the mind of some horny individuals. Bj or not, she was hot. Of all the nude pics and images I’ve seen, she was the sexiest thing I ever saw. And nice too. She offered to open our trunk with their tools. She took a simple screwdriver, inserted it into the lock, then the trunk popped open. We were so grateful, and I was having fantasies of doing it in the trunk. Thanks to her we replaced the tire and were on our way to the mall again.
Shoe Shops Host my Ex Gf
It must have been 2pm by the time we got there. We could have gotten there earlier if we had no flats and if I was a faster driver. But I don’t like to accelerate over 95 mph because the engine of my auto starts to smoke and smell like burnt popcorn. We had not eaten lunch so we went to the seafood restaurant there and had some green bean salad, cream scallop potatoes, and fried fish sticks with ketchup. I wanted to go to the adult bookstore since I now had a hard on and review some lesbian tatas and pussy pics. However my sister would probably tell my wife so I decided not to.
It’s a good thing I didn’t. We ended up meandering into a tennis shoe shop next to 45 flavor ice cream shop. And who did I bump into? My ex gf and all her lip smacking body parts. She was trying on shoes and socks and I imagined her doing a striptease in front of the mirror, even though those little shoe mirrors are short. I could envision her shaking her boobs and ass wildly while her pink bits jiggled up and down. Sometimes I think I should see a psychologist or sex doctor (or nurse) because I’m always fantasizing about ladies. I don’t think her spouse was the jealous type so I thanked her for her earlier help on the road. Thank my lucky Buddha that she did.
To my surprise she whipped out a red ballpoint pen and her business cards. She gave me her number and that was the start of our affair. I mean our relationship. I think the voluptuous Latina sale person was keen to what was going on. But she was mature and professional and kept peddling shoes to the many locals and tourists that wandered into the shop. She did not wink an eye. After all, we didn’t steal any shoes and I didn’t mess with her muff.
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