I was reminiscing about this orgasm today after telling a friend online about this ex.

This particular ex had moved away, but I was going on a trip and passing through the new city that she lived and was going to see her on each end of the trip. We'd broken up a few months earlier because she was moving, but we remained on good terms.

I showed up the first night and she showed me around her neighbourhood. Eventually we went back to her place and made out and fooled around but no sex, no orgasms. She stopped it because she didn't want it to be confusing. Fair enough I thought, but obviously a bit disappointed. We slept in the same bed that night, nothing happened, a tiny bit more fooling around in the morning but she stopped it again, and I left for my trip a few hours north of the city.

For the next 4-5 days I was staying with friends, and was getting constant messages from her about how much she wanted me, wish we'd done more, how wet she was, etc. Obviously this made me extremely turned on and while I could play with myself a bit, I was sleeping on a couch in a townhouse with one bathroom so there wasn't anywhere I could really take care of it.

A few days later I'm back at the ex's place, obviously excited and backed up, and set to leave later that evening. We have dinner and some wine, she's flirty, and we start fooling around. I pause along the way and try not to rush, I don't want to get ahead of myself and for it to be too much for her. Lots of kissing, massaging, clothes-on grinding. She's breathing heavily and moaning. I reach down her tights (no underwear) and she's soaked. I massage her pussy and start to take her pants off.... and she doesn't stop.

I start kissing up her legs and she's seemingly enjoying herself and takes her top off. I go down on her, she cums, then takes my clothes off and immediately takes me in her mouth.I'm moaning and she's loving the reaction she's provoking in me. She (fairly quickly) brings me to the brink of cumming, and then stops. She knows I've been aching, and also knows my love for edging. She strokes me painfully slowly. I'm squirming, just want a but more pressure, a bit faster so I can cum. She smiles at me, gives me a few quick strokes that almost make me buckle, and takes me in her mouth again. I could feel myself getting close again, feeling it building and so close to releasing the ache I've felt for days... and she stops.

She tells me she wants me inside her. She's on her back and I don't hesitate. I slide in easily, fucking her slowly but deeply and we're both enjoying ourselves. We're going for a few minutes until she says something to the effect of "I miss your cock so much" or "I love your cock" - I can't quite remember. In any event, the sentence triggers some feelings, and I can see on her face she's back into "this is confusing" mode. I'm SO close to cumming, but I can see the wheels turning in her head. Finally, she says, one word per thrust - we.... ugh... should... ugh... stop... ugh.

So, I do. Just the tip of me is inside her but Ive stopped thrusting. She sits up a bit and we look at each other, and she actually catches me off guard and pushes me inside her deep. I was so caught off guard and so close that it totally put me over the edge. "Fuck Im gonna cum" and I pulled out.

Just as I did I came, and the build up from the last few days came out in the form of single most perfect thick rope of cum I've ever produced. So thick, sticky, and shot out so hard.... and almost perfectly... right... up.. her... nostril.

A few more shots emptied on to her stomach, her floor, duvet, etc but that first one was memorable. Ruined orgasm, definitely, but also a very vivid and lasting memory!