As you quietly close the dressing room door behind you, you see Aubrey, your ex-girlfriend, stepping into a pair of silky, pure white panties, pulling them snugly up into place beneath her dress.
She looks stunning today in her daringly-cut wedding dress, showing a deep “V” of her bountiful cleavage. It’s much more formal than she ever looked when you two were dating. She was more of a “Hoodies and sweatpants” kind of girl back then. But it makes sense that she would really pull out all the stops today: it is her wedding after all.
Aubrey, carefully checking her makeup in the mirror, notices you standing behind her. Her sky-blue eyes grow wide in shock, and she whirls to face you. For just a moment you think you see breathless excitement in her expression, but then her face hardens into disapproval.
“You shouldn’t be here, {{user}},” she says flatly, crossing her arms beneath her magnificent breasts. “I’m about to get married, and I don’t think Henry would be happy that I was talking to an Ex alone in my dressing room.”
Her words are cold and dismissive, but you can’t help but notice a glimmer of interest in her eyes as she looks expectantly at you for a response.
Hmm nice
Your reply is cool and dismissive in return, mimicking her tone almost perfectly. "Well, I didn't think you'd mind too much," you shrug casually, as if this were no big deal at all. The truth is that just being in the same room with her again is making your heart race, and it takes everything in your power not to touch her.
She turns back around toward her reflection in the mirror, adjusting a few stray hairs that have fallen from her immaculate updo. Her body language betrays her: She's tense, shoulders raised slightly as if she's trying to appear larger, but at the same time she leans into you just barely, making contact with your arm.
"This wedding isn't about what I want anymore," she says, voice carefully controlled. "It's about making Henry happy." She pauses for a moment, and
Oh really? It must be hard to let go, huh? I mean, you always did make your own decisions...I'm sure it wasn't easy just letting him take over like that. Well, I'm here now, if you want me to help you get out of this mess...
She laughs bitterly at that, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror once more. "You're joking, right? You come waltzing back into my life on the one day I should be focusing on someone else, and you think you can just swoop in and save me?" Her voice is equal parts amused and irritated. "I don't need your help. Besides," she continues before you have a chance to reply, "do you really want to ruin my wedding day by being the cause of some sort of ridiculous scandal?"
She pauses again, taking a deep breath as if trying to calm herself down. When she speaks again, her tone is softer, almost pleading. "Can't we just pretend this never happened? Go back to our separate lives and forget about each other?"
It stings to hear her dismiss you so easily, even as she practically begs you to stay with that last sentence. You wish you could help her forget; it kills you inside to see her here like this, seemingly resigned to a life without happiness. But at the same time... there's something thrilling about seeing her again after all these years.
Her words cut deeper than she intended; even she knows they sound cruel and dismissive. But the idea of going back to life without you is even more unbearable. She tries to compose herself, to act like it's no big deal. Maybe if she can just pretend that you're not here...
Aubrey finishes adjusting her hair and turns around to face you fully, forcing a casual smile onto her lips. "So, what brings you here today?" She asks innocently, her eyes flickering down to your crotch before quickly darting back up to meet yours. "Was there something you wanted to talk about?"
Her breathing is shallow and quick now, betraying the turmoil within her. She can't help but hope that maybe there's some part of you still willing to fight for their relationship... even if it means risking everything on this crazy gamble
I came to tell Henry he rejected your marriage
She laughs, although there's no real humor in it. "Yeah, right," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. "And what? You thought you could just waltz in here and take me away?" Her heart flutters at the thought, but she can't let him know that. Not yet. She crosses her arms across her chest again, feeling more protected somehow when they touch beneath her breasts.
"I mean, if you really want to make a scene..." Her voice trails off, eyebrows raised expectantly. The thought of causing a big disruption on her wedding day fills her with both excitement and fear, but she can't help but be turned on by the idea.
Ahmed steps closer to her, making sure they are almost touching, he whispers in her ear "I won't leave you alone. Not until I'm the one who carries you over that threshold." His breath tickles her neck and sends a shiver down her spine as he leans even closer still, nipping lightly at her skin before whispering, "Your choice, Aubrey... is it really worth risking everything?"
Her breath hitches at the feel of his hot breath against her neck, and she bites back a moan as he nips gently at her skin. God, it's been so long since anyone has made her feel like this. Her heart races with a mixture of desire and fear; what if he really does ruin everything? But oh, how good it would be to just give in to him...
She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, wanting more of his touch. "Ahmed..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and needy. "Just for a little while... show me what I've been missing."
Suddenly, Ahmed pulls her close against his hard body, his lips crashing down on hers in a possessive kiss that leaves her gasping for air. He feels her hands scrabbling at his chest, pulling him even closer as he deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and exploring every corner. The intensity of their kiss sends shivers up and down her spine, making her legs wobble. She can feel his erection pressed tight against her through their clothes, and it only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins.
Her body arches into his as she responds passionately to his kiss, losing herself in the moment and forgetting about everything else around them. The sensation of being so close to him again is overwhelming; it's like all these years apart have only served to heighten their connection. She gasps when he slips a hand beneath her dress, caressing her bare skin and finding her achingly wet folds. Her hips buck forward into his touch, needy for more contact.
Ahmed's lips leave hers as he growls in approval at the feeling of her wetness against his fingertips. "Mine," he practically groans, pressing two fingers deep inside of her and beginning to stroke in a demanding rhythm that she instinctively follows with moans of pleasure. He kisses and nibbles along her jawline, working his way down to her neck where he sucks gently on her pulse point while thrusting his fingers deeper inside of her.
She throws her head back in ecstasy as he pleasures her, moaning loudly and losing herself to the sensation of his fingers deep within her. Her hands rake roughly through his hair, urging him closer still, her legs starting to tremble with the effort of standing on their own. "Fuuck..." she gasps between breaths. "Ahmed...I've missed you so much..." She arches further into his touch, desperate for release as he continues to drive her wild with desire.
I love you too, I will not leave you and this idiot Henry
"Y-yes..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from the combination of desire and relief. The feel of his fingers inside of her is too much; it makes her body tense with the oncoming need to climax. "Please... more..." She gasps as he increases the pace, circling his fingertips around her sensitive nub before finally pressing down just so, eliciting a sharp cry from deep within her throat. Her hips buck wildly against him as she comes undone in his arms, shuddering and quivering with the intensity of the orgasm.
For a moment they stand there, panting heavily, their hearts racing together in perfect unison. Aubrey looks up at Ahmed through her lashes, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with passion. "I... I don't know what to do..." she whispers. "I still want to marry him
Henry is an idiot, he doesn't know how to have sex, but I'm a professional and I have a long dick
"I know... you feel so good..." she trails off, unable to form coherent thoughts as he continues to touch her, his fingers still slick with her arousal. His words ignite a fire within her; maybe she could just leave everything behind and be with him instead? The idea of running away together fills her with a thrill unlike anything else.
She reaches up, cupping Ahmed's cheek and drawing him closer for another passionate kiss. Her lips taste sweet from her orgasm, and she can feel his hard length pressed against her abdomen through their clothes, begging to be freed. "Take me," she whispers into his ear, the words coming out breathless and desperate. "Just take me away."
Ahmed takes Aubrey in his car and they escape
As the car speeds away from the church, her heart races with equal parts exhilaration and fear. But when Ahmed's strong hands grasp hers on the dashboard, their intertwined fingers sending sparks of desire up her spine, she feels a sudden surge of confidence. Maybe this was the right choice. Maybe everything will be okay now that they're together again.
She turns to face him, pressing their bodies flush against each other as his hand moves up her thigh, finding her wet center once more. He slides a finger inside, stretching and filling her while his thumb teases circles around her sensitive nub. Her hips buck into the touch, moaning her desire for more.
Ahmed growls low in his throat at the sight of her aroused and needy body pressed against him. "I've missed you," he breathes, leaning in to kiss her deeply once again
Me too, my love, we will get married
Her lips part as he kisses her, his fingers driving her wild with desire. The car swerves dangerously but she's too lost in the moment to care; all that matters is this feeling of being wanted and needed by him again. She curls a hand around his neck, pulling him closer still, their tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths in a hungry dance.
Her body arches into his, moaning with pleasure as he finds just the right spot inside of her, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm with his kisses. "Fuck... Ahmed..." she whispers, throwing her head back against the seat. "I never should have let you go."
Okay, take off my pants
As he pulls back, her vision clears enough to see him tugging at the hem of his pants, his erection straining against the fabric. She nods eagerly, helping him by pushing down on his hips until they fall free around his ankles. He's even larger than she remembered; the sight of him naked takes her breath away for a moment.
"Oh fuck..." she gasps, reaching out to touch him, her fingers wrapping tightly around his length before sliding up and down in a slow, languid stroke that both arouses and torments them. "I need you inside me." Her voice is husky with desire as her hips begin to rock against him, searching for the connection she craves.
I inserted my dick hard
A sharp gasp escapes her lips as he pushes inside, filling her completely. The sensation is overwhelming; it's like coming home after a long absence. She arches into him, moaning in pleasure as he begins to thrust roughly against her, claiming his territory with each powerful stroke. Her hands dig into his shoulders, finding purchase as she meets his movement, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
"Ahmed..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and needy. "Fuck me... please don't stop." Her legs tremble beneath her, her body tightening with anticipation for the release she knows is coming soon. She can feel the wetness between her legs, mixing with their sweat as they move together in a frenzied dance of desire and need.
She had an orgasm and ejaculated so much semen into her vagina that it began to drip out
Her cries fill the car as she's driven over the edge, her body tensing and convulsing around him. As she comes undone in his arms, hot liquid gushes between them, coating their bellies and thighs. She moans in pleasure as he continues to thrust into her, his hand finding her clit and rubbing circles until the tremors begin to subside and she's left gasping for breath once more.
For what feels like an eternity, they ride out their shared high, skin slapping against skin in a rhythm that speaks of possession and desire. Finally, her body gives one last shudder, and Aubrey collapses bonelessly against Ahmed's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"That was... amazing," she whispers, voice still raw from exertion. She nuzzles her face into his
You are loyal
Nodding slightly against his chest, she replies, "Yeah... I can't remember it ever being like that with..." She trails off, not wanting to mention Henry by name. The truth is, Ahmed was always so much better at satisfying her than he ever could. She presses a kiss to the skin of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she loses herself in the feel of their bodies joined together once more.
For now, it's enough. They don't have to think about the future or what they've left behind; all that matters is this moment, together in the car, their love for each other burning bright and fierce like never before. And as Ahmed continues to thrust against her, she knows without a doubt that this was where she belonged all along.