Sandra and the 'Butterfly'

Sandra applied the clitoral kiss crème then strapped the pink butterfly on. Trying it out would have been a pleasure, but he had the controls. The full length mirror showed her shapely figure, 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 pink jell butterfly nestled where pubic hair had been.

Thin straps held the butterfly in place, while a powerful micro bullet vibrator lay in the body, the tail curved into her vagina while the 'antennae' on its head curved inward resting snugley on her clit. This was going to be a night to remember.

Sandra 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 Paul 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? A hum.. A short jolt from the remote started as 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.'

Paul 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,winning to play with her. She selected a stick carefully sliding the length slowly along her arm, running it between her white tipped fingers to place it between her thighs while she rubbed blue chalk into the tip. She blew it off. She began racking the balls and he ordered more drinks from a passing server. 'Your break,' he said passing so close she could smell his manly cologne. She inhaled deeply, spread her legs, and bent over the table. Again a buzz a jolt... pleasure. She shot so hard one of the balls flew off the table. Although she had anticipated it, she had reacted as if he himself had reached between her legs. He laughed at her as he went to take his shot and she stuck out her tongue. 'Later Babe, I promise.'

He was strong, confident, and virile. A neatly trimmed mustache framed sensual lips that would have been feminine except for the thin scar that traced through the top and vanished to the left just below his left cheek. He stood from his shot and she could not resist the lure of those lips. She moved into his embrace and kissed him expectantly, tasting him for the first time. He moved against her and if they had not been in public she was sure they would have started right there. He broke the kiss saying, 'We have a game to play.' His voice was smoky and deep, she could drown in it. Although she was normally a good shot she sucked tonight. It was mostly due to the continued pleasure he chose to dole out when she was trying to concentrate on her shot. She gave as good as she got and slid her leg along his when he was shooting or bumped him with her breasts. However, he had the true advantage and she wanted more.

There were five speeds to the butterfly vibe and he had been gradually increasing the intensity. It was her turn again and he had turned it up to full stimulation and left it there. He moved up behind her offering to help her align the shot. With the busy butterfly moving in her wetness, he whispered in her ear. 'It’s all in the way you hold it, firmly but softly.' 'Wrap your fingers around the shaft and push it firmly between them.' 'Choose your target and line it up, then thrust it smooth and firm.' She felt his hardness against her rear. She was becoming undone due to his closeness and the vibrating pleasure from within her. His arms wrapped around her, helping her hold the cue. She was sandwiched against the table and could hear the hum of the vibe working against the wood. His arm rubbed her breast through the white shirt. His breath was hot on her cheek. He kissed the back of her neck as he pushed the shaft through her fingers. The balls went just where he wanted, but all she noticed was the peak he had just caused between her legs. She leaned back into him thankful for his support as the wave of her orgasm rolled through her, weakening her legs.

Regaining her composure she stepped back from him and he shut off the vibe. He moved around to the other side of the table to take his shot and looked her over. She glowed with pleasure leaning against a nearby cocktail table taking a drink. He watched as a trickle of her juices slid from beneath her skirt and slowly disappeared into her boot. He longed to lick it off starting where it had ended at her shapely calf and trailing his tongue wetly up beneath her skirt to her dripping treasure. He fantasized about laying her on the pool table and stripping off the concealing clothes to reveal her firm body. He longed to pin her arms to the green velvet and drape those long legs over the sides of the table. He wanted to watch the blue butterfly do its work until she was shaking with pleasure and he wanted to enter her then. While she was clenching in orgasm, he wanted to slide into that wet pulsing pussy and make her cry out for more.

Shaking himself he pulled back to reality and blew her a kiss. He decided this game was over and quickly cleared the table. Then he grabbed her hand and led her to a darker corner and one of the leather booths. They talked, kissed, and had another drink. Under the table she unbuttoned his Levis and found he wore no underwear either. She stroked his heated wand inside his pants and just had to free it. She longed to suck on it, to lick it with her tongue. Her hands worked him discreetly beneath the table and he had once again started up the vibe. His hand reached out to her thigh and traveled upward. He snapped the elastic band holding the butterfly in place and let his finger travel on until it touched the pulsing rubber. Slowly his finger traced around the shape until it reached the hot damp opening. He felt the vibrations as he pushed the finger into her. She shifted to allow him a better position while she massaged his core. He wanted her and could not wait.

He moved her to his lap, draping the skirt across them. He looked around and no one was looking so he grasped her cheeks and lifted her onto his swollen shaft. Sweet heat wrapped around him as he slid into her softness. She sat sideways on his lap and moaned, 'Yes,' into his ear. Moving would have been too obvious but she took care of that. She squeezed and released him, massaging his cock inside her. The vibrator hummed along the base of his cock where it shared her vagina with him. It was exciting with all the noise and bustle of the bar going on around them. She worked his shaft with her insides and he was responding rapidly. Their lips met, their tongues danced and her hands caressed his face.

A couple of friends stopped by their table and she introduced them to Paul, but didn’t invite them to join. 'Oh cute,' said her friend Miranda. They chatted briefly and she kept shifting on his lap squeezing, with her arm thrown casually around his neck. His excitement was building and he thought they could surely hear the vibrator that they shared under her skirt. 'Well have fun tonight.' And with a wave they were off. She bent her knees and exerted more pressure around his sunken shaft. She wiggled her cute ass and moved slightly back and forth. He felt it coming then, rocking from his balls and shooting into her. She moaned into their kiss and bit his lip. A server wandered over to see if they wanted another round. 'No. I think we’ve had our fill,' she said smiling. After the waitress moved off and when no one was looking she slid off him and cleaned up a bit with a cocktail napkin. He turned off the faithful butterfly and buttoned up again.

They cuddled for a bit and she brought his hand to her dampness while whispering, 'I want more,' into his ear. With that, they left with an entire week ahead of them to discover each other and fulfill some of the other fantasies they had shared online.