I had dated her for a few months a long time ago, we had great sexual chemistry but it didn’t go much deeper than that so things didn’t work out. We vaguely stayed in touch, liking a post here or sending a little message there but nothing much.

Ten years passed. Suddenly we were back in the same city for the first time in a while, we got to exchanging a few messages. We agreed it would be great to grab a drink, catch up, see where life has taken us over these ten years. When I got to the bar she looked unbelievable. She was no longer the early 20s girl I had known, we were both in our 30s and she had grown into a woman. Her tits were bigger than I remembered, she was wearing a loose blouse and I was getting lots of peeks. I didn’t hesitate, I told her straight up that she looked really hot. She returned the compliment, said I carried myself like a man.

By the end of our first glass of wine the conversation had already turned to sex. Turns out we were both not that long out of sexually unsatisfying situations. By the middle of our second glass of wine we had already agreed that it would be a very reasonable and mature decision to revisit each other sexually too, to find out what’s changed in ten years. By the end of that glass of wine we were already making out too much for the bar and it was time to leave.

We had marathon sex at her apartment, her body was incredible and I couldn’t get enough. I had always loved making her cum, she’s very vocal and I love that. By the time we fell asleep we were sweaty fucked-out husks. We picked it up again the next morning. We agreed to get together again soon. We kept up a flirty fwb dynamic for a while and we still occasionally hook up when we are both in between something more serious.