Yes he does

In the seconds that it took him to alter his path, everything in my body changed. Like a harp string plucked, a hum radiates from my head to my toes. It revitalizes me and an alertness that was non-existant before takes over. I become acutely aware that without my bra on, my nipples are hardening just watching him walk, and they are very noticeable.

Over the years when we run into each other, I always have a hard time focusing. I am always polite and ask about the family, the job, the friends we knew; but my mind always flashes to inappropriate scenes. I can remember the feel of his hand in my hair. The scent of him when he is sweaty. The way he could say my name, and ignite an inferno of desire within me. The memories are so intense that I am usually screaming in my head by the end of our chat. Telling myself that he broke it off and that he doesn't care anymore. That I'm not in his thoughts the way he is in mine.

But watching him walk over to me now; a sigh escapes my lips and that hum finds a place to stay. It zeros in and settles itself right in the depths of my eager pussy. I can feel my heartbeat pounding, not just in my chest but between my thighs as well.

It's such a short walk across this little parking lot, but it seems to take him forever. But that's alright, I love the view. He can still make me wet with nothing more than a look. And that look didn't have to be sexual, just him looking at me. His gaze always brings back memories of sweet days spent fucking each other, eyes locked together as we touched, fondled, and explored each other's bodies. And he was zeroed in on me right now. I couldn't see his eyes yet, but I knew that he watched me.

As he reached my car window, I realized only too late that I was exactly at a height of his crotch. God damn! The thought of his cock being right there, mere inches away was enough to make me whimper a bit as my box tightened at the memory of his dick buried inside me.