| Straight: Online Lovers: Angel Above, Devil Below (1/4) |
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She applied the clitoral kiss crème and strapped the blue butterfly on. Trying it out would have been a pleasure, but he had the controls. The full length mirror showed her shapely form, her long dark hair swung freely below a small waist, long lashes framed light brown eyes, a sweet face with full red lips looked innocent, creamy ripe breasts swelled as she breathed and the blue jell butterfly nestled where pubic hair would have been. Thin black straps held the butterfly in place, there was a powerful micro bullet vibrator embedded in the body and the tail curved into her vagina while the “antennae” on its head curved inward to stimulate her clit. This was going to be a night to remember. She dressed for easy entry, no undies, and a short black leather skirt. A silk camisole with built-in bra covered by a sheer white long-sleeved shirt decorated with a high lace collar and elaborately embroidered, a few final touches included a double wrap belt and black leather slouch boots. She was ready to go. Angel above, devil below. The drive was enjoyable with the butterfly bouncing against her; for once potholes were pure pleasure. Finally, she pulled into the bar, shut off the car and stretched like a cat wiggling, grinding the butterfly into her. With a sigh, she got out and walked inside. It seemed like she walked differently tonight, more of a strut, in part due to the flutter of the butterfly and the feel of the cool air blowing up her skirt. The breeze made her aware of the dampness between her legs and she smiled. She scanned the room and spotted Randy at the pool table, but she walked to the bar and ordered a rum breeze. Other men came up to her but she just smiled politely and shook her head no. She felt him back there, had he seen her yet? *Bzzzzz* A short jolt from the remote started the vibrator humming against her skin. Ooohh, delicious. Did he see her or was he using the remote to find her? She fought for composure as the butterfly's tail wiggled inside her. She squirmed a bit as the antennae pleasured her sensitive clit. It stopped and after counting to ten, she turned and sauntered towards the pool table. There he stood with a bottle of beer raised to his lips, his other hand in his pocket and he grinned at her. *Bzzzzzz* the creature between her legs came alive again, bumping against her sweet spot, its tail fluttering inside her. She broke stride for just a second then continued. Reaching the table she put down her quarters saying low and soft, “Winner plays me.” Randy took his shot then walked over to stand beside her during his opponents turn. “I am already playing with you,” he whispered, giving her yet another short jolt with the remote in his pocket. This was the first meeting in person; they had met online more than a year ago. They had chatted, shared jokes, and spent intimate evenings via web-cam, but this was their first physical meeting. She had worn the butterfly one night while they were cybering and the idea of this date had grown from his reaction to the wireless remote. She had sent it to him last week and he had flown out to spend his vacation with her. This was the first night of what she hoped would be a long lust-filled week. He quickly finished off his pool-playing opponent, |
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Once More Time
