RED MULES

It was another afternoon on another day and I had returned to the hotel early, a short work day for once. I had texted her so she knew I was returning. I wasn’t expecting anything when I arrived. She had kept me up late the night before and the night before and the whole three day weekend before that. I was just a bit tired and, for once, my imagination was not working in overdrive. Not even in first gear.

Entering the hotel room, a small modest suite in an above-average hotel chain, I did not see her. I placed my items on the workspace and moved to the closed door which led to the bedroom.

No MK.

I could hear noises in the shower, the bathroom door was open a few inches so I slowly pushed the door open. “MK? You in here?” I could hear music from the other side of the door, something familiar.

“C’mon in, handsome. The water’s just fine.” I could hear the smile in her voice.

The aggressive and rhythmic first bars of a familiar song began. “Sway” as voiced by Rosemary Clooney flowed past the partially opened doorway.

Entering the bathroom I could see movement in the shower which was a long rectangle with ⅔ of its length enclosed in a thick glass wall. No door.

And there was MK. In the shower. She was soaped up, wearing a pair of sky high red mules and nothing else and gyrating to the song. Moving, turning and flowing.

She was pressing her full, soapy breasts against the heavy glass, wiping them across the clear divider while her hips swayed to the rhythm. She danced in a half circle until her lovely ass, just as soapy as her breasts, was moving like a pendulum across the glass.

My fatigue instantly disappeared and was replaced with a growing stirring in my balls. My cock was changing shape and my breathing deepened. I was impressed. This was very, very erotic and very unexpected. MK, yet again, surprised me.

She continued her dance, turning, gyrating, soaping here and there and blowing me kisses.

There, in the roomy shower MK’s swaying was in a class all its own.

In recent visits, she at all times had something new and interesting, something I did not expect to distribute with me. She had morphed from a ‘proper lady’ who spoke about sex in euphemisms or in oblique terms and would never consider letting herself be blindfolded or tied up or allow herself the liberty to, at times, be a dirty-talking wench who grew more daring with each visit.

Sex in her rental car, rubbing a nyloned foot on my swelling hardon at an outdoor cafe, squatting on my face in sheer stockings and heels and ‘forcing’ me to lick her into a monstrous orgasm. And it was becoming clear that, at times, she liked it when I pinned her arms behind her back, bent her over a table and fucked her.

Rosemary’s song ended and the room became quiet.

MK, her smiling face peeking around the edge of the glass panel, greeted me. “Hey there, handsome (an appellation I can come to love). “Like the floor show?”

Why she so often left me at a loss for words I did not know and this was no exception.

I nodded, swallowing, trying to say something that wouldn’t sound stupid. I watched as she leaned further around the panel, a soapy breast, nipple erect, peeked with her.

“It was…..very….lovely.”

Her smile widened and knowing she had me tongue-tied said, “Well, since you don’t seem to have a use for your tongue…..I do.”

My pulse was racing, my cock was getting harder and my hands slowly clenched.

She slid a water slicked leg past the soapy panel, flicking it out, the red heel immediately caught my eyes. After rinsing off, she pulled a towel from the bar and began drying herself off. Her smile, genuine and warm, held fast.

She proceeded to make a show of toweling off. Yet another new side to her and one I really liked. She turned this way and that, slowly drawing the fabric across, under, over, between various parts of her curvy figure, the red nails and red heels starkly contrasting with the snowy towel. It was a visual contrast I really liked.

Done with her second show, she slowly and in the sexiest manner possible crossed the long bathroom. She pressed her naked body against me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face in for a slow, soft, tender and toe curling kiss. It seemed to last for hours.

When our lips finally parted my cock was very hard. She smiled and rubbed herself against my erection. “Well, it looks like you are glad to see me.”

This was the innuendo-and-euphemism loving MK I first met. I still liked that side of her just as I was liking the new dirty-talking-and-naughty-behaving side of her. I counted myself very, very fortunate to know her.

She turned to move past me and paused. Crooking one long, red-tipped finger in a ‘come here’ gesture she walked into the bedroom. I was left to follow, still speechless. I watched her slowly walk, gorgeous legs in the red stilettos and her ass moving in a way I never tired of watching, to the side of the bed.

She paused briefly at the nightstand and then the pan flute-like introduction to “Go Slow” filled the room. Had I been less mesmerized by her curves and stilettos I might have noticed the small Bluetooth speakers in the chamber. Julie London’s slow, erotic voice admonishing me to “take it easy on the curves”. That was exactly my plan.

Without a word, she bent over and rested one hand on the bed. Her legs moved apart and a slender finger appeared at the tantalizing “V” of her legs, it moved slowly in that familiar “come here” gesture, albeit upside down.

I paused, wanting to fix this image in my mind. The red mules, the shapely legs, that ass and the pouty pink labia.

Click. Got it.

I lowered myself to my knees, face even with her soon-to-be-wet pinkness, and inhaled deeply. I held the breath, letting it warm in my lungs, then moved forward so I was almost touching her ass and slowly released it.

She knew I would do this, wanted me to do it, but she still quivered when my warm breath caressed her pussy. A small moan escaped. I stayed put, slowed my breathing as much as was possible and let my exhalation touch her lips and ass. She shifted a bit as if to move backward to press our lips together but I leaned away.

The tease…she was gonna get teased..

I leaned down between her legs and stopped at the instep of her left foot. I paused, admiring how the shiny red mule made her calf look especially nice. I knew she could not wait for me to do something, anything, but especially to tease her with my tongue and lips into a ginormous orgasm. Not so fast, beautiful, not so fast.

My tongue reached out and caressed the edge of her foot, then light kisses followed and I worked my way up the inside of her leg while my hand stroked the tender spot behind her knee. Little moans could be heard and her hips developed just the faintest bit of wiggle. I really, really, really loved teasing her.

As I got higher on her leg I moved to the back of her limb. When my lips reached her left cheek I moved, with glacial speed, to the top of her ass then downward, making the kisses lighter and lighter. My hands traced lightly along both legs as her hips wiggled a bit more.

She lowered her upper body until her right shoulder and the right side of her head were resting on the sheets. This really helped to position her pussy so I could easily reach every…..single……inch.

Carefully, and with the lightest of touches, my tongue traced one pouting labia then switched to the other. She was already wet (no surprise there) and it seemed to make her pussy even more pink. The movement of her hips increased and I had to slide my hands up in an attempt to still her lest my devious plan of slow, slow torture was thwarted.

Just a moment or two of teasing her lips, then I kissed my way down to the instep of her right foot and shifted to her left foot. Kissing my way back up, I skipped her crack and her pussy. I moved across her ass cheeks and then down the inside of her right thigh.

She whispered wetly, “No…..no more…..teasing……lick….me….damn you!”

Who was I to deny a lady’s request?

I kissed my way back to her cheeks, kissed down the inside of each cheek and down to her pussy. I focused on one lip at a time with gentle pressure, increasing slowly and shifted to the other. Her wiggling became more aggressive and her hips began a slight rotation, not much but I knew it presaged some very vigorous action.

Pausing for effect, knowing she wanted no stops but not being able to resist teasing her in some way, I then pushed my tongue firmly between her lips and dragged it quickly downward to her clit. She yelped-moaned and pulled away slightly before pushing back into my face. Her hips and pelvis seemingly moving at odds with each other but not missing a chance to rub her pussy on my tongue or nose, whichever happened to be handy.

I didn’t focus on her clit. I ran my tongue between her lips firmly but slowly. Every so often I’d use mine to pull and suck on one of her labia, alternating as the mood struck me. This unexpectedly caused a whole lot of gyrations, a lot of push back and a lot of moaning. I thought I heard some more dirty talk but it was too low to catch.

Gradually I began to focus a bit more on her clit, just little swipes, a little pressure and then finally I drew it in with my lips, sucking on it, flicking my tongue on it. She went stock still, emitted a deep, low, and very long moan and then shuddered.

Surprising me, she pulled forward and fell on the bed with her hands under her and near her sex. She tried to close her legs but I was in the way though they pressed strongly against my shoulders.

I was not going to let her get away so easily. As I stood up I took her legs, flipped her body so she was on her back, dropped to my knees again and pressed my tongue on her clit. My forearms prevented her legs from closing and the move was so unexpected that she wasn’t able to get her hands in place to prevent me from reaching her pinkness.

I knew this would really push her into either another big orgasm or an epic one. I knew she’d fight and buck and protest, but in the end I knew she would love it.

She moaned and wiggled and thrashed and told me to stop, don’t stop, no, yes, yes, yes, no, no. No real dirty talk, I was kinda disappointed, but it was momentary. I loved seeing her enjoy this. She did so much for me.

Finally she got her legs past my arms, clamped very firmly down on my head, ankles locked behind my neck and quietly, but firmly, begged me to stop. And so I did, slowly and with much reluctance.

Her grip slowly subsided, I slipped out from between her smooth limbs, gathered them together and rolled her on her side, legs resting on the bed.

I kissed my way from the top of her foot to her shoulder, climbing on the bed to do so and delivered the final feather touches to her neck, cheek and temple. Brushing back her hair I stroked her cheek and brow.

Leaning in close I asked, “Okay?”

She nodded, smiled, raised her hand to mine and gave it a squeeze before shuddering slightly. Those wonderful ‘aftershocks’.

I began to climb off the bed and was going to move to the ‘living room’ portion of the lodging when I heard her speak. I froze in place. Her tone was soft, but commanding. One might even say…..bossy.

“Get your butt in the shower. We’ve got dinner reservations in an hour and twenty minutes. I’ve got your suit, cuff links, tie, everything laid out. We’re dining, champagne, the works. And then we’re coming back here and I’m going fuck you til you’re a drained shadow of a man. And then I’m gonna begin all over in the morning. Early in the morning.”

Oh, my!

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