Just Another Divorced Barista's Sex Night...

So yeah, I got divorced last month. It was kinda expected though, right? We just... grew apart or whatever. The lawyer said I should wait a bit before starting anything new. But let’s be real, I didn't exactly get out of the game when my marriage crumbled, you know? So tonight, it's all about me, and this guy from work who's been eyeing me since day one... We ended up at his place... yeah, totally cliché I guess. But hey, I'm not complaining because he's actually pretty good looking and we had that moment where we just knew... It's hard to describe exactly, but there was this spark in the air... We didn't have much conversation, mostly just staring and touching until it was too much. Anyway, so... yeah. He undressed me first, slowly running his hands down my body, making sure to leave no spot untouched. His fingers were gentle yet firm as he traced the curve of my breasts, then slid down over my stomach, teasingly brushing against my thighs before finally reaching for what I really wanted him to touch. And... well... it was incredible. I mean, his hands were everywhere at once, exploring me with that intense focus that made my whole body tingle. When he finally kissed me deeply, our tongues tangling together in a messy embrace... it felt like we could get lost in each other for hours. But eventually, the real deal came down to it, he was fully hard and ready, pressing against me in ways that left no doubt about his intentions or desires. I straddled him then... slowly guiding myself onto him, feeling every inch of him stretching me open... It's funny how these things can be so intense yet mundane at the same time, like it's just another night for a divorced woman looking to move on. But honestly? There’s something satisfying in being wanted like that, even if it’s fleeting and purely physical...