Monday night
She runs her slender fingers through my fire-red hair and I whisper dirty things in her ear - things that make her nipples jump to attention. She moans at my naughty words. My teeth nip her lobe before I move away. Slowly, I slide down her body, kissing every inch of skin along the way. Her body's responsive quivers urge me on. I feel powerful witnessing how nicely she reacts to my touches.
Of course, I know what she needs ... what she wants. I praise myself for always knowing. As my face reaches her mound, I take a long look at her. It is always exciting to see the pubic hair choice one makes - bare, full bush, neatly trimmed. This lovely chooses to sport a small landing strip of hair, slightly darker than the blonde hair on her head. My fingertips comb through her hair before my lips plant gentle kisses on her lower belly and mound. Her back arches and my fingertips stroke her clit, starting her fire.
"God, yes! More! Please, more!"
"You mean more of this, baby?" I purr as I increase the intensity of my stroking.
"Yes!"
I dip my head with my red hair splayed across her mound and my tongue goes to work.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
"Ahhhh!" she cries out with my licks, her hips rising off the bed.
I run my hands from behind her knees to her upper thighs, pushing her knees towards her chest. My real torture begins as I softly blow my warm breath on her puffing pussy. Whoooooooo.
"Oh, God!" she squeals, her pussy shivering.
I never get tired of being called that name - God. My fingers, lips, and tongue are powerful indeed ... and heavenly it seems.
My tongue slides down her wet lips to find her puckered tight hole. Just little licks. Gentle licks. Then, I move back up to burrow my tongue inside her tight snatch.
I insatiably lick every inch of her juicy little cunt. Her thighs close tightly around my head. That is what I have been waiting for. She is losing herself to me. She said she had not been able to cum in years, but I know I can break through whatever barrier she has in her head that impedes her orgasm.
I work on her for an hour before her body finally relinquishes control and she releases a guttural scream, flooding me with her juices. It takes her a little while to recover. Her legs wobble like jello. Her head spins. Her smile that won't leave. I can't quite put into words the satisfaction I feel.
After she walks out the door, I take a long look at myself in the mirror. Hmmmm, red was the perfect choice for tonight. I smile at myself a few more minutes before I pull my wig off and begin my nightly process of reverting to the good girl.
Tuesday night
I check myself in the mirror one more time, fluffing my curls, wiping away a smidge of red lipstick that wandered outside the lines. Perfect. I lay down on the bed on my side, facing the door, scissoring my legs. He will be here any minute. The all-too-familiar butterflies flutter in my tummy. I allowed myself to start craving this over an hour ago, so I am quite worked up now.
I hear the swiping of the key card. The door handle turns, doubling my heart rate. He's here.
"Hi, handsome," I purr as he rounds the corner.
His eyes focus on my breasts pushed up to new heights in my black, lacy underwire bra. I patiently wait as his eyes drink their fill of my tits. Then, his eyes lower to my black panties.
His hand grabs his crotch, forecasting his desires. I watch as his eyes ravage my body, playing out the night in his head. Finally, his eyes find my face. I am not insulted my face was his last glance. Probably for the best, less personal that way. I am just a pair of tits and a pussy for tonight. Nothing more.
"I want you," he says. Music to my ears - to be wanted.
"Then come and get me," I purr, not making a move toward him.
He kicks off his shoes and slides across the bed to me. I rake my long fingernails through his hair, awaiting his first move. Will he kiss me? Grab my breasts? That's part of the excitement - the unknown. He leans in for a kiss.