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Damn baby, it's been too long
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Damn baby, it's been too long After a couple of months of investing my time and energy in someone who turned out to someone completely different than the sweet thing I was attracted to, I find myself sitting at the bar of a favorite hangout. Favorite in the sense that it was our spot, the place where a chance encounter turned into a brief, but intense, relationship that some how, some way, went sideways. A story for another time. I ask the bartender for another of my favorite libations , a whiskey sour. As I'm sipping on his latest creation, I notice what appears to be a familiar silhouette in the mirror behind the bar. Suddenly, feelings that I thought I would never enjoy again begin to stir inside me. Not wanting to appear too excited, I focus on that image in the mirror rather than turn around. My mind is flooded with so many questions. Are you with someone? Meeting someone? Did you come here hoping to run into me? Did you see me? I watch in the mirror intently, seeking my answers. After one more round of liquid courage, I slip off the barstool and make my way to the bathroom. I splash a little water on my face, freshen my breath, and adjust the bulge in my jeans. Finally, I convince myself that any potential heartbreak is worth it to try to rekindle that flame that once burned so bright. Exiting the bathroom, I see you leaning against the wall, sipping a goblet filled with your favorite wine, I'm sure, your sexy form beautifully accented by that stunning black dress that I always loved on you....and off you too...mmmmm. I ease up behind you, hesitating long enough for the smell of my cologne to waft over your shoulders. I see your head tilt a little, but you don't turn around. I place my hands on your sexy hips, slowly gliding them around you, then drawing you back into me. I hear a little moan escape your lips as I pull you closer. I brush your hair to one side and gently kiss your neck. No words have yet been spoken. A few moans, nothing else. Not sensing any resistance, my hands inch lower on your dress, pressing into your inner thighs, as I grind against your luscious ass, just enough for you to feel my excitement. I nibble on your soft dangling earlobe, feeling you place one hand over mine,interlacing our fingers and slowly pulling your dress up your thigh. I nibble more aggressively on your neck, just below your ear as your hand forces mine inside your lacy panties. Still no words between us, just that raw passion I remember so well. You set down your wine as I push two fingers up inside you, curling them up under your pubic bone, gripping it firmly. Finally, your first words 'come with me'. We barely make it into the ladies room before that pure, animalistic list overcomes us both. Kissing deeply, pawing at each other, eyes flickering with dark desires, not knowing or caring if anyone else is in here. Soon, your pressed against the cold tile wall of the bathroom, the bottom of your dress flipped up on your back, your lacy panties draped on your stilettos. I unbutton my jeans, groaning loudly as my aching cock is released from it's restraints. It barely sees the light of day before it's inside your glorious pussy, balls deep. I hold it there for a good minute, the familiar feelings rushing back into my mind. My dreamlike state is suddenly interrupted by your next words 'fuck me', 'FUCK ME!' NOW!' My arm across your shoulder blades, forcing your face into the cool tiles as my rigid shaft pistons in and out of your hot, wet pussy. Long, strong strokes, ramming and slamming uncontrollably. Grunting, groaning with each forceful thrust. Fffuuuccckkkkk. Leaning back a I thrust up, nearly lifting your feet off the floor each time. Harder and harder now, deeper and deeper. So raw, so primal, so intense, my eruption on it's way. I SLAM in again, exploding deep inside you. A loud roar echoes around the room as my body shudders and shakes, flooding you with my hot seed. DEEP inside you, pulsing and throbbing and cumming. As I begin to soften, I slowly, slowly ease out of you. As I step back, the bottom of your dress flops back down into place, leaving your panties around your ankles as the only evidence anything had happened. As we recover, I fog the mirror with my breath, then, with my fingertip, I scribble ' thank you baby. I've missed you'. Not knowing where your heart is at, I don't push things any farther. As I exit the ladies room, my first words are uttered,'you've always been the one. Don't ever forget that.' |
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