Alphabetical Orders by Amelie Page A

to get his life back on the rails.
    Now I think about it, he was like a little boy lost, sitting there pouring his heart out to me. He didn’t know what he wanted and I wasn’t sure that seeing me was doing him any good.
    Even so, I found him totally hypnotic. The wine had gone straight to my head and I ended up sharing intimate stories with him.
    By the end of the bottle, we were huddled close and were reminiscing about our own sex lives. Neither of us, or so he said, had had better sex since we’d been apart. All the chat rekindled the lust I thought I’d buried. It always happens when I meet an ex, I realise, that we always get to talking sex sooner or later.
    We finished our drink. He asked me if we should have another.
    Before I could make a decision, my hand reached over and put my hand on his leg.
    “Let’s go and get some fresh air,” I said.
    We went outside.
    It was snowing heavily. A carpet of white had covered the ground and the world seemed totally silent. It was as if we were the only survivors of the end of the world.
    Ravi took off his heavy overcoat and made me put it on. It was cosy in there and smelt ever so slightly of cardamom. I cuddled into it, took Ravi’s hand and led him over to the wall.
    I wasn’t sure how far I was going to go, but my desire to get close to him was intense. I needed his lips on mine as much as I needed oxygen.
    Our lips met hungrily. Our tongues twisted and played together like children allowed on a funfair ride after being cooped up for months with nothing but TV for entertainment. The sensation of pleasure on my tongue spread through my body, right town into my toes.
    He opened the coat I’d just put on and his hands went to my breasts in the way I remember him always doing. He was always a chest man. His fingers slipped inside my bra and rolled my nipples. The pain was pure pleasure.
    It was as if we’d never been apart.
    His right hand dropped and slipped inside my jeans. He must have felt the wet heat I was producing. I gasped as he touched my clit and then put two fingers inside me and spread them wide.
    I went straight for his belt. I pulled hard at the end and forced open the buckle.
    We fumbled with each other’s trousers until they were open.
    His cock fell out and stood proud. I gave it a quick rub and then tugged my jeans down in short bursts, just far enough to allow him access.
    I pushed myself towards him.
    It wasn’t easy. I stood on my tiptoes and he lifted my buttocks until he found his entry.
    The snow fell around us as we thrust towards each other. We stood and stared into each other’s eyes and both laughed at the same time.
    We fucked with the urgency of a couple outside in the cold that shouldn’t have been together in the first place.
    I heard a cough from around the corner. I stopped moving and held the flaps of my coat around Ravi to cover our blushes.
    An old man walking a tiny dog appeared on the street. He looked our way and then went on about his business as if we weren’t even there.
    Maybe we both realised out time was short. Ravi and I pumped at each other hard. We came at the same moment, the waves of joy and pleasure gripping my midriff as I gave myself to him.
    We zipped ourselves back up immediately and walked quietly for a while, only the muffled crunches of our feet making any noise. I looked down and saw Ravi’s sandals. I don’t know why, but it was seeing his feet that made me decide we weren’t going to try again.
    We chatted about everything and nothing. I put out my arm and hailed a taxi. When it pulled over, I took off my coat and gave it back to Ravi. We hugged tightly and kissed like friends. There were some kind words about how lovely we both were and how good it had been to see each other and I got into the cab and was driven away.
    I looked back through the rear window. Ravi waved. He blew me a kiss, turned and walked up the hill and out of my life forever.

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