Get Desiree to meditate

“Des!” you call out, getting the distraught blonde’s attention. “Do you remember that time we went to that retreat with that hippie shaman with the super long beard?”

She pauses to think back. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, they taught us meditation exercises, right? Maybe that could help us out now!” you suggest.

“Maybe… I’ll give it a shot…” she agrees.

You wave her to come over to you and get down on the floor. You’re not sure what’s been on the ground, but you’ll have to tough it out for Desi’s sake. She seats herself in your lap, wrapping her pussy over your erect cock. It’s starting to feel like a normal thing to do, just to talk with someone. Desi wraps her legs around your waist and looks into your eyes.

“Now what?”

“Close your eyes,” you tell her in a calm voice, trying to call back the instructions you received at the retreat. “Take a deep breath in… and exhale…”

You can feel Desi’s body shift as she takes in air and then moves again when she breathes out. You can feel her warm breath on your neck, taking in her familiar scent of sweet fruits. She’s been drinking schnapps tonight.

“Clear your mind. You are in a blank room, no senses, no danger, no worries.”

Desiree appears to have calmed down.

“Now imagine us back at the retreat. Palm trees, blue ocean, white sandy beaches.” Desi breaks into a small smile. “Smell the ocean breeze, hear the gulls over the constantly crashing waves…”

“Smell the fresh seafood…” she adds, reminiscing.

“Oh yeah, that was good…” you agree.

“You know what else was good?” Desi asks, opening her eyes to look into yours.

“What?”

Her smile grows into an impish grin. “When we got so horny, we started doing it in the hallway of the hotel…” Her hips start to rock over yours, causing your cock to stiffen up.

“Yeah, that was hot…” you admit.

“And then that man came out of his room…” Desi continues.

“He just walked around us…” you chuckle. Desi giggles as well, grinding her hips even harder against you. “But… He nngh… stayed to watch… when he came back…” you groan.

“Yeah he did…” Desi grins, thinking back.

“You were giving him a show,” you point out.

“Yeah I did!” Desi agrees, proudly. She is now openly bouncing up and down on your fully extended dick. “Shit, it’s so hot in here…” she fusses, pulling the straps of her dress down her shoulders. You try to remedy her problem by pulling her dress down even more, revealing her bouncy boobs with their bright pink nipples. She looks at you naughtily and you start to kiss.

It’s like old times with your former girlfriend as you start to fuck with abandon. Desi lets out a moan as she helps you out of your shirt. She rubs your chest and sucks on your neck as her tits press up against you. Her pussy squeezes tight around your cock, rubbing it up and down as her ass cheeks slap against your thighs.

“Fuck…” Desi moans in your mouth as you reach down to grope her butt. She moves to her knees to get better control of her movement. She pulls up on your cock until it is almost about to pop out of her cunt, then slams down the full length, letting out a deep groan. You find yourself flat on your back and she starts to pump harder. You gasp and moan, arching your hips up against her soft, warm body. Soon, you both are reaching your limits and clutch each other’s hands as you go over the edge.

“AAAAh!” you both moan in unison as your bodies climax! You spasm and let out your load into your ex’s firm body. She shivers and shakes, feeling it spray down her insides.

When she pulls herself off you, her pussy drips with your cum.

“Like old times!” she remarks.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you reply.

Desiree lays down in your arms, casually stroking your spent penis. You sit in blissful silence, enjoying the afterglow of your unprompted tryst.

After a while, Desi speaks up. “Hey, John? I know it was kind of messed up. What I did. I just couldn’t deal with the drama. You know me…”

“Yeah I know you,” you answer in a soft tone.

“So… are we cool now?” she asks meekly.

You give her a small grin and say, “I think maybe you were right about splitting up.”

“Really?” she says, surprised.

“Yeah. As much as we had good times together, I think our lives are at a point where they don’t line up anymore. You’re living your life and I’m living mine and it’s been months since we’ve actually crossed paths.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Desiree realizes.

“Just, next time you break up with someone, maybe let them know instead of fleeing the country?”

Desiree smiles and hugs you, then kisses your cheek. “Now that we’re on good terms again, you think maybe you could do that for me?”

You smirk. “You’re on your own, lady! We’re not a couple anymore!”

You share a laugh. After a silent pause, you ask Desiree, “Hey, even if we’re not a couple anymore, I’d still like to keep in contact. It’d be nice to know someone who always knows where the party is at!”

Desi looks at you impassively for a minute. Just as you start to fear that you’ve said something wrong, she smirks and grabs your phone. Since she needs two hands to navigate, she plants her wet pussy back on your hitch and taps her contact info into your phone.

“Oh! And I’ll need a new pic for that too!” you add.

“How’s this?” she replies, holding the phone up for a selfie with you in the shot. The pic looks like you two just fucked with your dishevelled hair, Desi’s dress sticking to her body and the fact that you are both naked.

“Perfect,” you grin.

“So…” Desi starts, in her naughty tone. “What do you want to do now?”

You notice that your cock is back at full strength already, a side effect of needing it to communicate. You grin back at your former girlfriend, knowing exactly what she’s thinking.

The next hour, you give it to your ex all over your cramped prison. You pin her to the wall and stuff it in her while she urges you on with dirty talk, she begs for it using words that would make a preacher blush until you nut inside of her.

Next, you shove your cock into her mouth and **** it down her throat until she needs air, then pull out just to cum all over her face and chest. You’re amazed at how much you have in reserves.

Next, Desi is bent over, braced against the wall railing, ass out, as you give it to her doggy style. You pull her hair back and hold it like a horse’s reins while you ride her ragged. Since you’re both facing the back wall, you don’t notice the elevator door slide open.

“God Damn, Playboy! You don’t quit!” Tad shouts out.

You both turn and Desi pulls up her dress to cover her boobs, but still pushes back against your cock, so that you don’t stop.

“We’ll need another minute,” you tell Tad.

“We’re going to need a mop,” Tad murmurs to another guy who looks to be the techie that fixed the elevator.

“So is this thing good to go?” you ask Tad.

“Back in working order,” Tad assures you.

“Thanks!” you reply, reaching over to press the button for the main floor. The door closes behind you and you and Desi can enjoy each other in privacy again. You reach around and pull her dress down again and fondle her tits as you unload another shot into her pussy.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, revealing the main floor. You’re about to step out when Desiree stops you.

“I want an updated pic too!” she tells you, holding her phone. This pic is even more filthy, with Desi covered with your cum, hair matted to her face. You’re shining with bodily fluids as well with even more messed up hair. It’s a perfect parting pic.

You hold hands as you step out of the building and give each other one last look, before going your separate ways.