My Story: An old flame

He entered me, coating himself with my fluids as he pushed deeper into my Pu.$$y. He slowly withdrew, leaving me desperate for more…

I hated travelling. This was the part of my job that sucked.

I worked in marketing, and a couple of times a year, I have to take a trip out of state whether to meet clients, for conventions and sometimes to take courses recommended by my bosses. I had to leave my husband back at home and travel to random places in the country.

Last December, I was assigned to go to Abuja to settle a deal with a client. I had learned that the best way to get what you want in my organisation was to happily agree to these trips. Promotions are assured when you are willing to impress, so I agreed.

I was packing up when my husband entered the room.

“How long did you say you will be gone this time,” he asked me.

“Only three days, hun,” I said, coming to wrap my hands around his waist. “I will be back before you know it.”

“Okay,” he said, as he leaned down to give me a quick kiss, “I will miss you.”

“I will miss you, too,” I replied.

The plane journey was short and not that eventful. I got a cab almost as soon as I stepped out of the airport in Abuja, and headed to the hotel booked for me by my company.

My meeting with the client was not until noon the next day so I spent most of the evening in my room, relaxing and fooling around on my phone.

Later in the evening, I decided to get out of the room and take a stroll. As I opened the door of my room, the door opposite me opened too and a young man stepped out. I looked up at him, in the hopes of politely saying ‘hello’ when I realised I recognised him.

“Dare! Is that you?” I asked, looking at him in surprise.

“Oh my God, Bimpe.” He said as he came closer to give me a hug. “It’s been ages.”

Dare was my ex-boyfriend. We had not seen each other since we broke up about four years ago.

I laughed as he held me, “it definitely has. How have you been?”

“Good, good. And you?”

“I have been great. Wow! Dare, it is so great to see you,” I said, leaning back to have a better look at him.”

It turned out he was also in Abuja for business and will be returning the next day. He was heading out to get something to eat down the street and asked to join him. I was happy too since I really wanted to catch up.

At the restaurant, we talked non-stop. He told me that he was married now and had a daughter back in Lagos. He talked about his job and how tiring it was to make these trips back and forth. I sympathised with him since I felt the same way.

I talked about how hard it was leaving my husband behind and travelling. We talked some more and soon the conversation shifted to our relationship.

“I really missed you, you know?  Dare said, looking intently at me. “And the fact you are looking so gorgeous is definitely taking me back.”

I smiled at him. “I missed you too. We were really great together.”

“Yes, we were,” he agreed. We were very close and truly loved each other but life got in the way. He reached for my hand lying on the table.

“You really are beautiful, Bimpe,” he said, looking into my eyes. I smiled back at him and we enjoyed the rest of dinner, going back to more mundane subjects.