The Bridge
There was something about getting ready which always made Bebe feel horny. I suppose it was the fact that she was always out on the pull, hoping to find someone to take back to her apartment with her and she needed to dress to make sure that she was giving that message across. She always started with a shower and hair wash, making sure that every part of her body was scrubbed and clean.
She did that today as well, starting off by applying a face pack and then washing her hair and putting on a lot of conditioner. Then she scrubbed her body with a rough sponge and then soaped it with a moisturizing shower gel before washing off the face mask and then rinsing her hair. Her skin felt all tingly when she stepped out of the shower and she rubbed herself dry and then wrapped her hair in the towel.
She bent down to the cupboard in search of some moisturizer and found some skin tightening lotion which would do. She used a lot on her arms, especially her elbows and then gently rubbed some on her breasts and then down to her tummy and down her legs. She bent down to do her legs and began to think about the fact that her bottom was sticking right out. It made her think of her last boyfriend who could never resist her in this position. He would always grab her cheeks and grind himself against her.
She did miss the way he did that sort of thing, it made her feel attractive because past boyfriends had never really complimented her on how she looked and this one would always be apologizing for not being able to resist her. They had made a great couple and they only split up because he wanted children and she did not. It was very amicable and they still kept in touch but knew that they had to leave each others pace to find new relationships which were better suited to each others long term needs. She had no regrets and so thinking about him did not cause her to feel any sadness but rather more horniness.
She rubbed some cream in to the tops of her feet and her mind went back to a time when they were standing on a bridge somewhere, looking down at the river below. She was wearing a very short skirt that day and the wind kept blowing it up. He kept walking behind her so that he could look at her bottom, as she was only wearing a pair of string knickers and so her cheeks were on full view.
When they got to the bridge he pressed himself hard in to her, from behind and she could feel his erection. He lifted her skirt and she was shocked when she heard him open the zip of his trousers. This was a quiet place and there was unlikely to be anyone around at that time of the day but she still was concerned about any public activities. He ignored her protests though and quickly pulled her kickers aside and pressed his erection against the entrance to her pussy.
She closed her eyes and put her hands on the vanity unit, imagining what it was like on that evening all those years ago. She could still imagine the feel of his cock pushing its way inside her, how full it made her and how satisfying it was. No other man that she had been with since had come close to his girth and she missed it. There was something about being stuffed full that always made her feel fantastic. She also loved the fact that he always managed to find her g-spot whether it was with his cock or when he was fingering her, most men had no idea where it was or how to stimulate it.
She looked down at her naked body, wondering what it would have been like had she been naked on that bridge, feeling the wind blow across her skin, giving her goosebumps. She imagined that she was there now, in her naked state, looking down at the water flowing beneath the bridge and feeling him fill her up from behind.
He would have loved that, he would have asked her to do it, had he thought she would. She was quite a prude when they first met and even wearing a short skirt was a revelation for her and so allowing him to enter her out of doors was a massive breakthrough. Obviously the fact that it was deserted helped a lot and the fact that she was really horny.
Back in the bathroom Bebe was getting to the point where she knew she would have to come. It would make her less desperate on her night out anyway. She reached in the bathroom cabinet for her vibrator and parted her legs, still leaning on to the vanity unit. She switched on the vibrator and ran it over her slit. It felt amazing and she groaned with pleasure and did it again and again. She popped it inside her to lubricate it and then placed it right on her clitoris. She imagined being on that bridge with him as her body shuddered with pleasure. She groaned again and again as waves of pleasure made her eel fantastic. She orgasmed but it was not enough so she continued to hold the vibrator against her clitoris and she moaned again as she came over and over again.
She had not really thought about her ex like this before and it made her realize how good he was in bed compared to a lot of the men she had met lately. It even made her wonder whether she should contact him, see if he wanted to get together, for a little reunion. The thought of this made her come really hard, she pressed the vibrator hard against her clitoris and moaned loudly as her final orgasm send her whole body shuddering and she felt her juices spurt down her thighs.
