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I nod. She drops her hands from my body and walks behind me. A second later, I feel the zipper of my dress lowering slowly. Two hands separate the back of my dress until the thick straps are off my shoulders, and the dress falls smoothly to the floor. I’m standing in the middle of a bedroom I’m essentially renting for the night with a woman I know nothing about standing behind me. I’m now dressed only in the black lingerie I wore tonight. It’s a one-piece, which I should’ve thought to avoid, and there’s a corset number that isn’t exactly comfortable and not at all very feminist of me, but this is my fantasy. I’m allowed to live a little, right? She walks around to take me in, and I watch her eyes darken as she licks her lips again.
“Did you wear this for me?” she asks.
I think that that’s a pretty brazen question, but I know the answer.
“Yes,” I say.
“It’s fucking sexy,” she says and reaches for me.
Her hands are on my hips. Then, they’re around my back. She’s pulled me in so close that her lips are at my ear.
“Can I take it off?” she whispers. “I promise, I’ll help you put it back on when it’s time to go.”
I nod, and I have a feeling I’ll be nodding a lot with this woman because I can hardly speak around her. She is everything I’ve ever fantasized about. In fact, when I told that friend of a friend of a friend that night I drank way too much that I had this crazy fantasy of watching two women have sex, and they want me there, and someone else is doing things to me, this was the woman I pictured taking me to places I’ve never been.
She skillfully undoes the corset from the back without moving from her position. And, of course, she does, I think. She’s a professional. She’s probably taken off the lingerie of dozens or hundreds of women. I try to not think about that because they don’t matter. Tonight, she’s mine.
Even though she clearly knows what she’s doing, she takes her time, and I want her to. I don’t want fast, like last time. I want all night. Her lips meet my neck. She kisses me there, and it’s like I’m back in the bedroom of the other house where her fingers are stroking my clit all over again, even though she’s not really touching me yet. When the corset has been undone, she backs up a bit and watches me as I pull it off my body. I drop it to the floor, remembering how hard it was to get it on in the first place, and I stand there now in my heels and my black thong. Her eyes fall to my breasts, but they don’t linger.
For the first time, I take the lead, feeling more secure about this now. I walk past her and sit on the edge of the bed. She turns around, smiles a small smile, and moves to stand in front of me. I reach for her this time, and she lets me. I undo her belt. She takes off her jacket and tosses it onto the dresser behind her. Now, I don’t know if I can do slow anymore. Things are blurring, and my lust for her is making my brain foggy. I unbutton and unzip her pants, slipping them down to her thighs. She kicks off her shoes quickly and lets the pants fall to the floor. Then, she picks them up and tosses them on top of her jacket, and she’s left standing there in a white button-down and a pair of black bikinis. I lean forward and breathe her in, hoping she doesn’t think me crazy. She cups the back of my head and pulls me against her. I reach for the bottom button of her shirt and start undoing them one by one. As I do, I reveal her skin beneath, and I kiss it. Without asking, I just kiss her. She steps even closer, and I continue feeling as if I’ve been given silent permission.
I let her take over with the rest of the buttons as I continue to kiss her tight abdomen. When her shirt is off and on the floor, I look up at her bare, perfect small breasts and gape a little. It’s embarrassing, but she doesn’t seem to notice or care. She looks down at me with her intense eyes, and I realize I could stare into them all night, but I don’t want to waste our time together, so I tug at her bikinis, wanting all of her to be revealed to me. She steps back a bit and lowers them to the floor. She stands in front of me completely bare now, and I want her. I lower myself onto the bed and wait.
She stares down at me for a second, and then her foot kicks gently at my calf. She repeats the action with my other calf, and I spread my legs for her. She kneels, and… Oh, God. This is happening. She’s going to touch me. I’ve waited for this for a month, and I’m so turned on right now, I’m going to come at the first touch. My chest heaves as I breathe in and out too deeply for someone that hasn’t even been touched yet. She places her hands on my knees and pushes my legs apart even more, and now, I am fully spread for her, still in my black thong but ready for her in every way.
Her lips press to the inside of my right thigh as my legs hang off the edge of the bed. I bite my lower lip and close my eyes. Her lips dance softly across my skin. She nips at the soft, sensitive spots a few times. I gasp, but I don’t give her my safe word, so after a brief hesitation, she continues. She moves to my other thigh, and I want my panties off – I need her mouth on me. I need fingers buried deep inside. I need my hips lifting off the bed and my hand pressing into the back of her head, running through her hair.
“Oh, fuck,” I say when she unexpectedly licks me over my thong.
She does it again, and my hand does go to the back of her head, but I don’t press down yet; I wait. Her tongue presses firmly against my clit over the thong, and my head goes back. She swirls it and, with her tongue, moves the fabric around, giving me a little pressure and friction. My other hand curls in the comforter beneath me, and she finally pushes the fabric aside with her fingers. I lift my head and open my eyes so I can watch her as she stares back at me with strikingly confident eyes and licks my pussy. I think I’m soaking this comforter because a rush of wetness comes out of me. She looks down, probably at what she’d just caused, and then she’s sitting back, and I’m watching her yank my thong off and toss it away somewhere. She pulls me back against her mouth, and she sucks.
“God, yes. Fuck!”
I hold her now. She sucks on my clit, and I run my hand through that hair I’ve so badly wanted to touch. I’m waiting for her to slip inside, but before I can ask, it’s too late – I’m coming.
“Fuck. I wanted…”
I can’t say anything else; I’m coming too hard. Her tongue is flicking my clit back and forth, her lips engulf it after, and I’m lost in my orgasm – too lost to think about the fact that I wanted her to fuck me hard with her long fingers.
“Yes. Please, don’t stop,” I say, and she doesn’t until I tap her shoulder.
She slows first. Then, she stops entirely and looks up at me. I wait for her to wipe her mouth, but she doesn’t.
“You wanted to take longer, didn’t you?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“Good. Me too. Lie back on the bed.”
I slide backward, probably looking ridiculous in the process, but she moves over me, not making a comment about it, and my head hits the pillow just as her breasts press to mine. My nipples are hard, and the press of her body against mine only makes them harder; I’m craving her touch. She looks down at me like this for the first time, and something passes between us. I say nothing because this is just another night to her. It’s different for me, but it’s the same to her. She takes my hand and places it on her ass. Then, she takes my other one and places it over my head, leaving it there but entwining her fingers into mine. When she rolls into me, my legs spread farther apart. My clit just came, and I know that there’s a window of time where I can easily come again before it would take much longer, so I press her ass down into me, loving how hard it feels against my palm. She knows I want this now, so she rolls a little harder and faster as her lips move back to my neck.
“That’s good,” I tell her.
“Yes, it is,” she says.
“Can you come like–”
She lifts up and looks at me, rocking now – no longer rolling but rocking hard. I close my eyes and shut up.
