Baggy shorts

Many years ago, Mary and I drove five hours to visit a friend in another city. It was a hot and sunny long weekend and we enjoyed the trip immensely. Our relationship was less than two years old and we were madly in love.

I remember driving back home again on the Sunday. Mary was wearing a pair of baggy salmon-pink shorts. We were horny and she started feeling my crotch through my jeans. I returned the favour and discovered that I could slip my fingers inside the leg of her shorts, inside her skimpy panties and find her clitoris. She was always very responsive, and it wasn't too long before she had an orgasm at 75mph.

Today I found those same shorts while packing away her remaining clothing - the stuff she left behind when she first moved out. Going through someone's clothing is a very intimate activity. When that someone is your ex-wife, it cannot but stir some emotions. Packing away her clothing brought back so many memories; some of them involving a sexual activity of some sort.

In amongst the old woollen jumpers, and the black trousers that showed off her arse so well, there was the diaphanous blouse that she wore with a wonderbra beneath that got all the guys looking twice. There was also the completely see-through lace dress that she wore with only a black thong when we went to a couples club in Holland, and had pictures taken.

Each item, I folded and placed carefully into a box. Each item brought on a sense of sadness, of regret. Maybe N is right - that I would take her back if that's what she wanted. I know I shouldn't, and I know that this feeling is driven by the memories I have just relived, but still...

I don't know if she realised how much of her stuff she left behind. I have filled two large boxes already; one with clothing from the drawers under the bed and one with shoes and bedding. And there is still an entire wardrobe of hanging jackets, blouses and trousers that has still to be packed.

I'll do it later. I need a moment.