“How do I look?” she asked, doing a little twirl on the toes of her shiny black boots.
“Just Peachy,” I said.
“You’re so old,” she replied. “Do you like the lipstick? Too much?” she asked as she puckered up.
“Depends. What do you plan on doing with it?”
“Hopefully something naughty,” she said as her tongue ran over her pearly whites.
Lo was all decked out for a date she had with a new gentleman caller. About a half hour earlier she had emerged out of her steamy shower, silky smooth down below. She showed me saying, “Hopefully he’ll appreciate this.”
“You are eager for him to get up your skirt,” I said, nonchalantly, though I was upset that she wasn’t offering it to me.
“So eager that I’m not going to wear panties.”
“Why don’t you shave for me? Only when you’re going on dates?”
She walked up to me and made a pouty face, and teased, “Oh, is my ole man jealous?”
“No,” I said, “Not jealous. But I appreciate a slick, wet, whistle just as much as the next guy.”
“I know,” she said condescendingly. “But don’t you like my muff too?”
“Lo, I like all of you in every way,” I said, “But maybe you could just keep the mons pubis polished all the time, especially for when I go down on you.”
“But Daddy, it’s winter. I might catch a chill.”
“Wear a merkin. I hear they’re coming back in style.”
“I’m serious. I read an article about it. It was all the rage for Fashion Week in New York.”
“Fiddle-dee-dee,” she said dismissively.
“You don’t seem to be too worried about catching a chill today,” I observed.
“I plan to have his warm mouth on my va-jay-jay soon enough,” she retorted.
“Are you just trying to tease me?” I asked, adding, “Cause you could have my mouth on it right now.”
She was applying moisturizer to her tits, tum, and mellifluous legs and puss. “Will you get my back?” she asked, applying some lotion to my palm and turning around.
I began to rub it into her shoulders and then down her back. She bent over, exposing her rear. “Get it in good there, cause I want to be silky sweet for him when he has his face where your hands are now.” I was circling my middle finger around her anus and she was moaning.
After a little while of that, she got on the bed, lying on her back, her legs up. I thought for sure this was my invitation. But no! Instead she said, “Don’t forget my toes. Get right in there.”
I applied the lotion to her heel, her arches, her toes and between her toes, one foot at a time. She was almost climaxing from the sensation. I was hard as a rock in my slacks and protruding noticeable. I could see her pussy glistening.
“Do you plan on giving him a foot-job as well?”
“I plan on giving him whatever he wants.”
“Lo, why are you torturing me so much? I’ll just pull out my cock and you can give me a foot-job. Think of it as warm-ups or practice,” I said as I unzipped my pants.
“I’m already hot. I don’t need warm-ups. And are you saying I need practice?”
“Practice makes perfect.”
“I am purrrrrfect,” she said, “or at least so I’m told.”
She got off the bed and began rummaging through her wardrobe.
“Out!” she commanded. “You’ll see when I’m done.”
I left the room and then, a while later, she appeared in the living room asking me how she looked. I was starving for a taste of her. When I said, “Just peachy,” I was thinking about eating her peach, which now was more like a nectarine.
She lifted the hem of her short skirt to show me her bare nectarine. Then she bent over to pick up her purse and pull out her phone.
“Lo, the whole world can see how nicely you prepared yourself when you do that move.”
“That’s what I was going for.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You won’t miss me too much?” she asked.
“Lo, I’m going to tell you the truth. As soon as you shut that door, permission or no permission, I’m going to pull out my Fleshlight and cum so hard into Stoya’s pussy.”
“NO!” she exclaimed. Horror of horrors.
“But, I’m so worked up right now. I can think of nothing else.”
“I’ll tell you what,” she said, “I just ordered my Lyft. It will be here in exactly four minutes. Go get a condom.”
I ran to get a condom from the bedroom and appeared back in the living room, eager to fuck her, but I had another thing coming.
“Put it on,” she said, looking at her phone.
And then, instead of bending over the couch and letting me enter her, she grabbed my covered cock with her right hand and began jacking it.
“What?” I asked perplexed.
“I’ll jack you off. You have about two minutes,” she said, not even looking at me.
“Why won’t you let me fuck you?”
“Because, I’m pretty as a picture right now. I don’t want to risk messing up my outfit.”
“A minute and a half. Do you want to be hard-up all night?”
“OK, ok,” I said, letting her tug, “but why the condom?”
“No mess,” she said, her hand moving mechanically. “Speaking of pictures. . .” she said as she manipulated her phone with her other hand. She raised up her arm and smiled at the camera as she shot a selfie without me in the frame. No one would even suspect she was giving me a hand-job as she flashed her smile at them. She sent the pic to her date with a message, “Coming.”
She looked again at her ride app and saw the car turn onto our street. She got closer to me and ever-so-gently licked my earlobe with her tongue as she increased her wrist motion. “That’s it Daddio, think about how he is going to lick my clit later. Think about how he’s going to cum all over my puss and make my skirt all dirty with his hot mess. I’m your little trollop, your little. . .”
She stopped mid-sentence. The Lyft was outside our window. I came into the condom. She let go. I grabbed my cock and stroked it as I watched her through the window getting into the car and blowing me an air kiss.
She is truly devilish.
[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]