by Analinn Cush
The water was high, but not so high it would impede his goal. He guided me down to a sitting position directly across from him.
“Lean back,” he said and I did, against the incline of the tub. He lifted the lower part of me up onto his lap so he could get a good look at his mission.
He focused on his task, lathering the hair of my “bush” as he’d called it. And then indicated as he lifted my leg using my ankle as leverage that I was to put my left leg on the side of the tub, laying the very core of my sex wide open to him. Could he tell I was getting wet again?. The air felt cool on my still sensitive clit. His fingers felt hot as he gently lathered around my legs so that every red hair was covered. Ginger bush—god I’m glad it’s still red down there. He blew his breath on my tingling pussy. I jumped.
“Sorry, Lois! The suds need to settle for a couple minutes to let the soap do its work. I made very sure not to get any soap on the inside. I don’t want my beautiful blossom burned,” He said so softly I barely heard him. He picked up the razor and ran it lightly around the edges of pubic hair, top, sides, bottom, then closer to the center. His breathing became hard as the process went on, but not from arousal. No, his eyes were glued to my pussy, to his work. He methodically removed the thick hair and without looking, reached over to put it on a piece of toilet paper he’d set on the floor to the side of the tub.
“Keep your eyes closed. Relax,” he said in a voice heavy with desire. It was a sort of command I didn’t dare disregard. I didn’t want to, and I settled back into my complete comfort zone.
Water poured over my vagina several times from the bathroom cup he’d so thoughtfully brought to the tub., then I felt him open my lower lips and tug at my clit with his teeth, softly, slowly. This drove me nearly to the point of orgasm, but when he took me into his mouth and sucked I couldn’t control the bucking of my hips. Water splashed. He pulled away from me, sending the sweet torture of need through my slick slit.
“No!” I cried and lifted my head.
“Hang on, hang on. Here let me help you stand,” he told me as he removed me from his lap and stood. “We’re going to get to some hard to reach spots.” He winked at me and leaned down to prop my left foot up on the side of the tub while standing in this rigid one footed position. I balanced myself by holding on the towel rack with one hand.
He knelt in front of me as his tongue swept along the insides of my fully opened lower lips, moving slowly, feather light. I couldn’t contain the moan that shot out of my mouth. I put my fingers from my other hand in his hair, and moaned some more. He slid the tip of his tongue across the tip of my clitoris and gave it a hard suck, inserting three fingers deep inside my pussy.
I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His hard-on stood at full attention out of the water. I brought my left leg down back into the tub and moved down toward him, straddling him and, sinking on top of him in what I hoped was a sexy manner, looking for him with my wet pussy. That part of my body knew what it wanted as well as I did. I slid down the length of his manhood before he could say “no.”
The feeling was amazing and so overwhelming that I had to stop for a moment. My vagina was pulsating so hard that I couldn’t stand any movement for a few seconds. Wave after wave of ecstasy caused my body to rack uncontrollably. I was full of the man I was beginning to care more about than I perhaps should.
As soon as I stopped coming I opened my eyes to look at him. His lopsided smile and the twinkle in his eyes told me he wasn’t angry that I’d taken advantage like this, something Devin would never have stood for. This man had unleashed so many things inside me I’d never felt before. I was a complete woman with him.
The warm water felt good on my feet and legs and I loved the sensation his stiff penis in my warm vagina caused. Instinctively my hips began to move of their own accord pushing him further into me when I didn’t think he could go deeper. Orgasmic contractions started again sending chills from my back up into my hair and further to my brow line as I climaxed once again. This was a new one for me but my body continued to buck as it happened over and over again.
Out of breath and exhausted it finally released me enough that I could speak in an intelligible language. The moans racking through my body came out as “Slade, Slade, Slade.”
When I opened my eyes I saw that his smile had widened. He pushed me off him and motioned for me to bend across the tub. Thank God mine was a big tub. I did as I was told. He placed his hands on either side of my waist and put his dick close to my wet pussy gently probing for the opening. He shoved his shaft into me all the way so that I found those tight balls hitting my clit. The breath left my body. The uncontrollable contractions started again. I cried out but not alone. I heard him crying out as well. “Lois,” he uttered breathlessly, “you feel so good. So good...”
He collapsed on top of my back and held me close kissing the back of my neck and hair. Our breathing finally in sync as our breath returned to us.
“Was it good for you?” he asked, the happiness in his voice couldn’t be misunderstood.
“Oh, yes, yes, it was wonderful,” I answered. “You?”
“It was amazing” he said, and added, “you got me all wet.”
In this unladylike pose all I could do was agree but I didn’t want him to move out of me yet. I loved the feeling of his ample penis inside me. I absolutely loved the way he felt.
He kissed my neck and pulled out., He ran soap over his body then stood, and stepped out of the tub looking at me. It all seemed like one effortless movement.
I sighed deeply. “Wow,” was all I could manage as I leaned back into the water and looked up at him standing next to the bathtub. He held a large green bath towel in his hands but stayed wet and dripping. He knelt down over the tub, swished water over my lower body, and began drying me off, face, neck, shoulders, and down to my newly shaved pussy, which he openly admired.
I let my eyes follow his gaze. A hairy, ginger arrow pointed straight to my clit.
“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice close to a growl, deep and sultry like I’d never heard it before.
“I think you know what that means,” he answered, crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He sent a suggestive little grin my way.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I sat straight up in the tub. Slade looked into the bedroom then back at me. “What the hell?”
“My neighbor again, I’m just willing to bet!” I snapped.
“What do you want to do?” He asked and started drying his hair with the damp towel he’d just used on me.
“Let her beat and bang!”
The doorbell blew up.
“And ring!” Slade whispered and laughed softly.
“Do you really want me?” I asked, my words now whisper-soft, my heart ready for the let down. This thought disappeared when, even in the midst of the pounding and binging of the bell, we shared a moment. We connected in some unexplainable way.
He took my hands and helped me out of the tub. His lips pressed against my cheek and when he picked me up and walked us over to the bed where he sat me down. He leaned over me and nibbled at my lips, stroked my tongue lightly with his. My arms went around his neck and pulled him toward me. Being too tired to move we wrapped up in each other’s arms and fell asleep.
At some point the noise stopped and the sun set. We lay sleeping in each other’s arms. The clock said ten o’clock p.m. I watched him as he began to wake up. He looked around the darkened room, my small table light shined dimly.
Then, like some gaudy annoying delivery person who refused to give up, someone was relentlessly kept their finger on the front door bell began chirping again. This time it sounded as if someone were sending Morse Code.
My anger issues quickly resurrected. so that I wanted to scream. “I’ll be back,” I hissed and instead of cuddling with Slade, jumped up and quickly threw a sundress grabbed from my closet over my head, then stomped out through my bedroom door and down the hall. This time I’d give her a good piece
of my mind, I thought.
Sure enough, the door opened upon a wild-eyed, Glinda, bursting with anxious energy, like a hunting dog hot on the trail. My anger peaked., I could feel it blowing through the top of my red head as I flung the door open. “What the hell are you doing? Didn’t you figure out the first time that I didn’t want to answer the damn door?” I railed.
Glinda leaned to her left for a quick look past me without taking a breath. I wheeled around and saw what she was looking at. Slade came strolling down the hall to the front door wearing my old robe. And damn if he didn’t look sexy even in that raggedy thing. The hem of the robe hit him about six inches above his knees and barely closed over his broad chest. Pink floral sleeves hung to three-quarter length on Slade’s strong forearms. I caught hold of myself and shot him a strong look of horror for his getting within sight of Miss Nosey-thang. I could see regret in his eyes.
My attention went back to Glinda. “Why do you want to torment me today with all the doorbell ringing and banging?” I snapped.
Glinda’s face lit with pure joy. “Oh, hello,” she said to the gorgeous man behind me in a tattered old robe.
Without missing a beat, Slade nodded and his lips lifted in a slight smile, his shoulders straight back as though he weren’t wearing a pink floral robe four sizes too small. “Hello,” he returned.
Glinda warmed to him immediately.
“Glinda! What the hell?” I barked, securely snatching her attention
She forced her eyes back to me and started wringing her hands. “If I had your new number I would’ve called but you’ve changed your number, and, so here I am.” A satisfied little look crossed her face. “And besides, it wasn’t me the first time,” she said, her eyes sharp points of light.. “I only got nerve enough to come over now because he’s left, but he’ll be back. I’ve never seen him so angry. Ever! I thought he was going to beat the door down!”
“He who, Glinda? What are you talking about?” I just wanted to get back into bed with Slade.
“Well, Devin, of course. He was there when you and that police officer came home, and shut the garage door.” She leaned to the left and looked past me to smile again at Slade, who stood behind me as though he were wearing his uniform.
“Here, Glinda! Right here,” I snapped, and pointed to myself.
She looked back at me. “After a couple of hours he walked up to your front door and rang the bell for a while before he started banging on the door.” Glinda finished, out of breath and excited.
“What...?” I stared at my agitated neighbor. There were no words.
“You heard me. I just thought you should know. That’s the only reason I’m here,” she said in a shame-on-you tone.
“Thank you Glinda. Really, thanks.,” I told her and closed the door. Then turning back to Slade she heard Glinda exclaim through the door,
Through the door, I heard Glinda say, “If you need anything, call, I’ll be there. You still have my number. I’m on your side,” she added in a really loud tone.
I could only stare at Slade as he studied my face. I was sure he could tell I was pretty ruffled.
His eyes sparkled. “So, are you’re gonna blow your red top again?” He reached for a piece of my hair and twirled it around his middle finger.
“A red-headed fit may be called for if Glinda won’t stay at her own house. But I am concerned a little bit – “
“About Devin coming here tonight?” Slade asked, still loosely twirling my hair, our gazes connected.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Is he still out there?”
“No, he’s gone. For now,” I said and tip-toed to smack his lips.
“I’ll go get dressed now. You’ll have no problems with me on this.” He leaned, kissed me on the cheek and turned to leave.
The heavy pounding started again. Without thinking, and exasperated as hell, I turned to tell my nosy neighbor enough was enough and shoo her away. A hard yank of the door caused my newly manicured right pointer fingernail to break against the metal doorknob. At the same time my mouth opened cursing
“Son of a bitch!” I squalled out, really pissed about my nail.
Devin, stood there and said meekly, “Yes, it’s me.” Devin said, standing on my doorstep.
“Devin? What are you doing here?” The blood drained out of my face and into some part of my body I couldn’t feel.
“ We need to talk,” he said to me, but his eyes were locked on Slade, still standing there in my battered, pink robe.
The End of RAGING HOT (#1)
by
Analinn Cush
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