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Rising Butterflies |
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Several years ago, I was deeply in love with a woman. We had been together for about 6 months. She chose to end our relationship, and return to her ex-husband. The details aren't important, but basically, she chose financial security, and having her young son full-time, over me. I was heartbroken. I truly thought I had found the woman I was going to grow old with. We seemed perfect together. We had a great sex life; both the quantity, and the quality. She had had a lot more sexual partners than me. So I was surprised that she genuinely was happy with me as a partner. I really feel like we were on the same page, to use a sports analogy, when it came to making love. I spiraled into a depression after she left. She wasn't handling it a lot better, and would occasionally call me. One night my phone rang. "Bill, this is Kelli", she said. I could feel the butterflies rising. She went on to tell me that she would be in town for a wedding. Because of her situation, I didn't really expect to see much of her that weekend, if at all. But I intended to make myself available; to at least talk to her in person. The night of the wedding, she came into the bar where I liked to hang out. We were both happy to see each other, but also sad; knowing it would only be a little while. It was obvious we both wanted to be with the other that night. I asked, "Can you slip away for awhile?" "I don't have much time. Where could we go?" My place was 30 minutes away, so that was out. "What about the banquet room?", I said with a grin. The bar had a banquet room that wasn't being used that night. We slipped in there, when it looked like no one was looking. It had a long, retractable dr*pe that we pulled shut. We grabbed each other, and kissed passionately. Damn, I had missed her lips. She was a helluva kisser. As we kissed, we started taking each other's clothes off. "I've missed you so much", she said. "God, me too". It was so erotic. In the background we could hear the people on the other side of the dr*pe, along with the loud jukebox. We knew we could easily be caught. Neither of us had ever done it in a semipublic place. We fell to the floor. I moved my mouth from her lips to her neck, then her breasts. "Oh, oh baby", she muttered. "I have to taste you pussy". "Is there time?" "There has to be", I replied. After nibbling on her inner thighs, I moved to her pussy. She arched her back to meet my lips. God, she tasted so good. I've always enjoyed eating women, but she was my favorite. I continued until she came. I thought she was going to tear my hair out. "Was it worth taking the time for that?", I asked as I lifted my head. She smiled. "Come up here". In the six months we had been together, we had tried numerous positions. But that night, the good old missionary position seemed good enough. I moved up her body. "Hey there", she said. "Hey". I teased her with my hard penis. She grabbed my hips, and pulled me towards her. I entered her slowly. "Oooh", she moaned. We kissed softly, then harder. At first we went slowly. I would withdraw to the tip, then slowly slide back in her. She arched her back with each stroke. We slowly increased the speed. "Oh, baby, I'm going to come", she softly said. "I'm getting close, too", I moaned. "Goooooddddd!!!", she screamed as she orgasmed. I hoped that the music was loud enough to drown her out. I orgasmed shortly after her, with a lot less volume. She always teased me about how quiet I was when I came. We laid in each other's arms, talking, for some time. Until we heard Sue, the bartender, yell, "Last call! Drink up!". "Oh shit!", Kelli exclaimed. "It can't be that late". We scrambled to get our clothes on. As we snuck out of the room, she had the sense to stop into the women's rest room. As I saw my disheveled appearance in the back bar mirror, I wish I'd done the same. To top it off, I ran into her brother. He got a smirk on his face. There was no doubt he knew what I'd been doing, and who I'd been with. |
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