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My CowboySitting in the passenger seat of the rental car I take in the sites of the city where we had spent our 10th anniversary. I knew he was trying to make up for the past 5 years and I let him think I was excited to be here. Turning off the radio he turns to me to ask if I’m hungry. “I could eat,” I reply and was surprised when he pulled into the parking lot of a Greek restaurant.”That’s good to know since I’ve made reservations for us. I thought you would like to try something we haven’t had before.” Putting the car into park and turning off the engine he tells me to sit tight so he can be a gentleman.Waiting for him to open the door I flip open the visor mirror and do a quick check on my appearance and freshen my lip gloss, worn from the 4 hour drive. A sad smile touches my face as I look in the mirror. Funny how fast time goes by as you get older, I think to myself.Upon entering the restaurant I am at once awed by the atmosphere. Low lighting captures the ambiance of the romantic setting while soft music plays from undetectable speakers. Waiters and waitresses dressed in Greek finery pass by bearing platters filled with aromatic delicacies. A low murmur reaches my ears as I notice various couples sitting in booths around the walls and tables in the center of the small establishment. The usher leads us to our table, situated slightly towards the back and I am grateful the tables immediately surrounding us seemed to be empty. “Your waiter will be with you shortly. Would you like something to drink in the mean time?” the usher asks as we are seated at the round table. After inspecting the wine list we decide on the Mavrodaphne, a wine I had heard of but never tried.We sit and wait for our waiter, making inconsequential conversation, barely glancing at one another, so I was surprised when he reaches for my hand and strokes my palm the way he did when we were madly in love with one another. My hand involuntarily jerks at the contact and giving me a sad smile he lets go and says, “I’ll be right back; going to the boy’s room.”I sigh and pick up my water glass, surveying the room. “This is a place for lovers,” I think to myself. A few minutes more pass and I start to wonder what is taking him so long. I decide to go look for him, why, I am not sure, when I hear a voice state,”Hello, my name is Samuel and I will be your server this evening.”Upon hearing the deep southern drawl I visibly jump in my chair, unbelieving what I am hearing and that fate could play such a cruel trick on me. I slowly turn to face him while he starts to mention the evening’s specials, stopping mid-sentence when he sees my face. Eyes widen in shock and I notice his hands start to tremble,causing his order pad to shake ever so slightly. I take in his lips, parted in surprise, a scar I didn’t recognize bursa escort running through the top, pulling the left side higher than the right. My eyes travel up, taking in his nose, once beautifully sculpted, now with evidence of being broken, probably during one of his rodeo circuits. I stop and linger on his brilliant blue eyes, framed by the thickest lashes I have ever seen on a male. He blinks, snapping me out of my trance and my eyes travel to his wavy black hair, shorter than I remember yet still long enough to pull back at the nape of his neck.Glancing into his eyes once again we stare at each other, not saying a word. I feel my breasts grow heavy with memory, my nipples tighten, my lips tingle, my crotch hot and damp, my breath fast and shallow. I want to say something, anything to break the trance but am incapable of speaking when he reaches out and touches me on my bare shoulder.I gasp and close my eyes,at once transported to the past, memories flooding my mind. My senses reeling, I can actually smell the scents of the barn stall, feel the hay pressing against my back as he lay me down, frantically kissing me, excitement coursing through our veins at his victory in the arena. I cling tightly to his neck, never wanting to let go when I feel his hand on my breast. At once my nipple hardens and I tense, awash with feelings I had never felt before. I was barely 18 and he was the first boy I had ever dated. I had never allowed him to do anymore than heavy kissing and was shocked to feel his hand there. Shocked but breathless. I knew I should move his hand but I don’t. He pinches my nipple causing me to moan deep in my throat. A warm fire spreads from my breast down my stomach and I clinch his neck tighter pulling him in for another kiss. His tongue pushes past my lips and touches mine and I almost faint from the unfamiliar feelings spreading throughout my body.He breaks our kiss and I whimper out loud, not wanting to lose the feel of his lips on mine. He releases the top button of my shirt and stops, skimming the exposed skin lightly with his knuckles, causing goosebumps to appear on my collarbone. Leaning down he recaptures my lips, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, touching my skin with every release of a button. I am crazy with desire at this point making little sounds in my throat causing him to smile against my lips. Breaking our kiss once again he raises, taking in the sight of my breasts heaving with every intake of breath. Reaching around my back he lifts me up and removes my shirt completely, my arms are limp at this point and I am powerless to stop him. Tossing it aside he pulls me in for another kiss, more urgent as our tongues dance together. I feel his hand unclasp my bra and I catch his tongue with my teeth. He stiffens and moans deep in his throat, bursa escort bayan the first indication he was feeling the same as I.I feel the cool breeze on my nipples as he tosses my bra aside causing them to pucker tighter than I have ever felt before. I scream in his mouth and without breaking contact he pushes me back down into the hay, kissing me hard and fast. His hand encircles my breast and his thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple again. I visibly buck from this contact and breaking away from my lips he takes my nipple in his mouth, drawing it in. I am practically wanton at this point and know I can’t deny him anything at all.I feel his hand reach for the button of my jeans. Holding my breath I anxiously wait for it’s release, moaning once again when I feel his hand in my panties playing with the hair on my mound. I lift my hips giving him the signal to take my jeans completely off. He hesitates for just one moment looking in my eyes before leaning back to pull off my boots and socks. Reaching for the top of my jeans he peels them off and tosses them next to the rest of my clothes. I lay there naked except for a thin layer of satin covering and pull him in for another kiss, not holding anything back, letting him know that I am ready for this, whatever may happen. For the first time he covers his body completely with mine and I feel his cock against me pressing into my mound, causing my clit to throb. Throwing my head back I scream his name as I feel my panties drench, disbelief crossing my mind that I just had such a strong orgasm from this small contact alone. An orgasm far surpassing the times I had pleasured myself in the past few months.I grab the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off him, knocking his stetson to the ground in the process. Frantically reaching for his belt I am unable to loosen the buckle. Seeing my frustration he raises to his knees and guides my hand on how to unclasp the large buckle. I reach out and unzip his jeans watching his expression while doing so. Both of us are breathing hard at this point, perspiration clear on our foreheads despite the cool breeze wafting through the stall. I push his jeans down, stopping when they reach the top of his knees, his cock inches from my face. I am filled with a wanton desire and before I know what I am doing I pull down his boxers and for the first time in my life I am holding a cock in my hand. Moaning loudly he jerks in my hand and clenches his fists. He breaks contact with me and quickly shucks off his boots and jeans, throwing them haphazardly to the side.Laying back down he pulls me in for another kiss, his hands roaming all over my body until he stops at my panties, the only thing left between the two of us. He pulls them off slowly kissing and nibbling my legs on the way down. Throwing escort bursa them aside he works his way back up my legs spreading them open, nibbling the insides of my thighs. I feel his hands spread my lips apart and once again I am moaning, arching my hips and digging my fists into the straw. I scream when I feel his tongue on my clit, a sensation I could have never imagined coursing through my body. He draws it in his mouth the same way he did my nipples earlier and I feel myself explode once again. Slowly he places a finger inside me and I am beside myself at this moment, grabbing my breasts and kneading them, tossing my head from side to side. I feel a sharp pain as he places another finger in me but it dissipates as a new wave of sensations wash over me as his fingers curl inside me, slow at first then faster as I reach another orgasm.While still in the throes of ecstasy he raises up and pushes himself into me. I whimper once again from the pain and he captures my lips with his, bracing himself on his hands. I clasp the back of his neck pulling him in for a deeper kiss, and taking the plunge, raise my hips to meet his, startled at how strong the pain is but unwilling to deny him this. I feel him respond and he sucks on my tongue while plunging deeper into me. I am crying from the pain at this point but know it won’t last long and I meet him thrust for thrust, feeling the slickness of my juices and virgin blood co-mingling together on my inner thighs. He stiffens, screaming my name and I feel a hot warmth filling me and am awed by it. Collapsing on top of me he feathers my collarbone and the tops of my breasts with small kisses.We lay there for awhile before each of us gather up our clothes, putting them back on. Barley glancing at each other, we are shy now that the moment is over and I am unsure of what to say. He finally walks over to me and I feel his hand on my chin, raising my head to look me in the eyes. “I will never forget you,” he says and kisses me lightly on the lips. I know now that this was good-bye. He had made his decision to join the rodeo instead of staying with me. I cling to him tightly, tears streaming down my face, angry at myself for giving into my desires. I force myself to push away from him, beating him on the chest, unable to say a word. He grabs my hands and after kissing them, turns and walks away. I collapse in a heap on the hay, torn between the desire to chase after him or just let him go. How much time passed I don’t know but I gathered myself off, dusted my jeans and headed for my truck. My fate wasn’t any different than any other young girl who fell in love with a cowboy. They are a different breed after all and their spirits can’t be contained.Hearing a chair sc**** the floor I am transported back to the present and feel Samuel’s hand quickly leave my shoulder. I glance over to my husband, fearful he would see the memories on my face but I needn’t have worried. He was busy perusing the menu, making small talk with my very first lover………….
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