“I know what you mean. You’re perfect from your head down to your cute little feet. I don’t want you to be afraid to show it all.” Any hesitation was overshadowed by her need to do something she had never done before.
I used my hands on her hips to lift her until she was standing firmly on the bench. Her legs were spread. I applied pressure with the tip of my tongue to find the suction enough to draw me into her warm embrace. Her knees were trembling and her legs shuddered from the way I voraciously made her succumb to the flicker of my tongue.
I felt her nails scratching my scalp, pulling at my hair which only seemed to fuel me into a greater degree of intensity. It was warming up and it was only partially due to the temperature in the sauna.
“You’re stirring something up inside me.” I could’ve closed my eyes and found my way blindfolded by only using the sound of her moans to draw me a straight line.
I was deep inside of her and there was no need to manually stimulate myself at the same time. Just the thought of being with her made it impossible to bring down my over exaggerated state of arousal.
“Snow, I know you can feel it and it’s hard to ignore.” My secret weapon to seduce the ladies was the sauna.
They couldn’t help but put their hands on me after their bodies were burning up inside. It was no different with Snow. The added component of acting like a sadist showing no mercy to help them accomplish their goals was exactly what was needed to make their panties melt from their bodies.
“I think you know what’s going to happen.” Her nails scratching the wood and the way that her lower half was pumping against my mouth told me everything I needed to know.
Her scream was deafening, but I didn’t deviate from my course of action. I knew a woman’s weakness was a man who knew how to perform oral sex. It always left them in the position of wanting to reciprocate.
She collapsed and somehow managed to land with my cock skewering inside of her. I lost my breath for a moment with my eyes wide open. It was sudden and without warning. Her orgasm was still a flutter and I could feel those inner muscles massaging my lengthy appendage.
“I don’t think that I could’ve done that again in a million years.” She was mimicking what I was already thinking, but I didn’t have the words.
She got on the balls of her feet and started the slow climb to the top of my monument of manhood. I could tell from the way that she was staring at me that she could feel every single inch. The knob was kissing the sexual dew of her lips. She slammed back down hard enough to make a resounding smack on her landing.
I kissed her neck and lightly bit the skin between my teeth. I had my arms wrapped around her with no intention of letting go. The feel of her slick skin and the taste of her kiss was my own personal aphrodisiac. She had infected me with this intoxicating sickness to be with her.
I moved my hand down along her spine to hear her outcry of pleasure. She had her head thrown back with her eyes closed to the pleasure radiating throughout her body. It was difficult to keep true to my reputation for having the stamina to go the distance.
“Faster…pank my ass, I’m gonna cum soon.” I was more than happy to oblige. I was fighting the feeling down below and it was getting stronger with the vacuum force she was supplying.
Her entire body was a sexual organ and I knew exactly where to touch her to get the right response. I was going to scream, but I didn’t want to break the silence. I buried my teeth in her shoulder and her painful exclamation of pleasure was translated down below. Her tight hole gripped me and was rhythmically squeezing to milk me of every drop.
The sensation was intensified by her fingers pinching my nipples lightly. It culminated with both of us grunting and groaning in perfect sync.
I came heavily with a dose of thick cream shooting from the reservoir of my organ. She was grinding in a circle to get the maximum amount of pleasure out of the experience.
I probably lost a couple of pounds and it was worth it to be with her. She sat there on top of me still unable to say anything. The sound she made and the way she moved was choreographed to make me susceptible to her advances.
She finally put her head on my shoulder with her long drawn out sigh of contentment confirming how she was spent.
“I do hope I will see you again tomorrow.” I kissed her deeply, ravaging her mouth with my tongue and doing my best to leave a lasting impression.
“Couldn’t keep me away.” She was breathless and didn’t move for another few minutes. She was soon walking awkwardly and stumbling like she had one too many drinks.
“I do hope I lived up to your expectations.” The little soldier was out of commission, but it didn’t look like she was sticking around for an encore.
“I don’t believe I need to justify that remark with a response. I’m going to feel this for days. My thighs are burning. That was one wild ride.” She opened the door and there was this immediate chill in the air.
There was no way I was going to be able to get up after a performance like that. I did own the place. It wasn’t like somebody was going to tell me to leave. I thought about what other equipment I could use in the gym in a naughty way. The routine I was putting her through was never going to be the same.
I got dressed and went to the window to see her standing at the door to her red mini Cooper. She had her key in the lock and she kept glancing back to where she had found something quite unexpected.
I went to my locker and added Snow’s panties to the trophy of girls I had in the past. The one standing out was Megan’s white virginal lace panties. I shouldn’t have got her involved. It wasn’t like I could go back in time and change things. It was done and over with. Why was Snow making me think of her?
CHAPTER 3
Snow
“Does this mean you’re ready to have a little bit of fun for the first time in your life? Don’t go chalking this up to something you would only do in the heat of the moment.” She was halfheartedly trying to convince me to be reckless.
Lindsay had her dark hair in a ponytail and was wearing a towel wrapped around her waist and tucked into her cleavage. There was a bruise on her shoulder, but this wasn’t a case of domestic violence. She liked it a bit rough. Sometimes the guys found they had bitten off more than they could chew. I had seen a couple of them run out the door stricken by fear.
“Life is fragile and you never know when your ticket is going to be punched.” I had on a pair of purple sleep pants with a black V neck shirt showing a hint of my cleavage.
“I’ve noticed the way you’re dressing has become a little more revealing.” Lindsay was referring to the pink thong sticking out of the waistband of my sleep pants.
“I find I like the feeling of being sexy and desirable. I do hope Timothy wasn’t expecting an exclusive arrangement. I did enjoy myself, but I believe it’s time to paint with all the colors on the palette.” This was a necessary baby step. I had to walk before I ran.
“I’m going to put on my red dress and find some unsuspecting victim at the club. I get tired of asking, but maybe you are ready to dip your toe into a different scene. I don’t mind taking you under my wing. I’ve done it a few times in the past.” I had to admit to being a little curious about what happened behind the non-descript black door. Lindsay had been very secretive about what went on in there.
“It’s your lucky day. I will accompany you and see what all the fuss is about. We can call it a girls’ night out.” The club wasn’t active until midnight.
I held the warm coffee cup in my hand and let the caffeine energize my body and my mind. She was having something a little stronger. Her wine glass was almost emptied and the bottle was sitting next to her. It was a known fact those who went out sometimes indulged before painting the town red. The cost of drinks made it necessary to be a little bit buzzed. A glass of decent wine was at minimum twenty dollar a pop, and it was considered normal.
A beautiful face and a body to match gave guys the
incentive to ply them with liquid refreshments. It was their way of lowering our inhibitions. The fact remained money did open doors. It also made it possible to be lying in a drunken haze with someone pumping like a steam engine on top of you.
“Oh my god! Finally! I have something special for you to wear. I’ve been saving this for just this occasion.” She made her way down the hall with the towel clearly holding on by gravity alone. She was giving me a reason to praise her ability to have no shame.
I had been getting more adventurous in buying clothing that had given a lot of men a case of whiplash looking at me. They could see me coming and going. It was a little hard to put myself on display, but their attention gave me a reason to blush.
I ran my hands down over the marble counter with flecks of gray mixed into the material. The appliances were not from this century, but we didn’t do much cooking to make it matter. The fridge was full of salad fixings and energy drinks with the freezer stocked with some of the more expensive cuts of meat.
I wasn’t a vegan, but I did believe in getting my cuts of beef from a real butcher. I was getting good at figuring out a spice blend for the barbecue on the balcony. I was never much for cooking. It was different after the accident and transplant of the cornea.
Lindsay’s home was surrounded by trees giving it the illusion of seclusion. She wasn’t afraid to scream a guy’s name with the windows wide open. I had noticed a few male neighbors giving her lusty looks. They were probably jealous and wanted the opportunity to try something different. The lonely housewives were steaming mad.
“I know you’ve noticed a transformation, but that dress is going a little too far. I can’t even say it is a dress with how much skin is going to be revealed wearing it.” The black mesh fabric was practically see-through with peek-a-boo holes in all the right places.
“Where is your sense of adventure? You’ve just got out of your shell and I don’t want to see you go back in like a frightened turtle.” She held it up against me and I had no idea how she expected me to pull this off.
“I do have some modesty.” The words almost made me laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all.
“The story you told about jumping your personal trainer contradicts the very idea of you having modesty. I thought that I was going to have to do something drastic. I won’t bore you with the details. I will say my plan consisted of kidnapping you with a bag over your head.” She would be capable of something like that.
“I’m going to wear this, but only to prove that I can.” I took it out of her hands and wondered what my mother would say if she could see me.
Normally, I would have stayed in with a good book and possibly talk to Darren about his day in the financial world. I tried to figure out what he did for a living, but it was over my head.
“I don’t care why you wear it. Put it on and I will show you what you have been missing.” I went into my room and changed quickly before standing at the mirror and looking at the woman in front of me.
I had this flash and found myself looking into an antique mirror with ornate carvings. I had no idea where I was. The face wasn’t mine!!!
The woman I saw looking back at me was smiling, but her eyes were glazed over and the laugh was somewhat maniacal. I recognized her from the news. Her name was Megan and her disappearance was widely reported. Her subsequent demise was controversial.
This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to me. I was there one second and back in my room the next.
I knew without the doctors saying a word Megan was the donor who made it possible for me to see again after the accident. I still remembered the very day that I received the phone call when I was told that they found a match.
It was unseasonably warm outside. New York in December was supposed to be this winter postcard come to life. The fall season was hanging on with slight dips in temperature.
“Don’t make me come in there and get you. The taxi is waiting for us at the curb. I have to request you put on this blindfold. It might seem a little strange, but it is protocol. I’m allowed to bring a guest, but only if she has no idea where she’s going.” I was usually not one to feel out of control, but I felt empowered to do something new.
I came out to her stunned look. She whistled and applauded with her hands clapping in obvious glee. She smelled like sex personified. Her body was made for the sinful exploration of the flesh.
“I hope you’re not going to make me regret this.” I suddenly doubled over in the kind of pain that would’ve made most people collapse to their knees.
“Remember you aren’t a frightened turtle. Just keep an open mind and you will have fun.” My legs were literally trembling with my knees knocking together.
I had to grab onto the support of the kitchen counter to prevent myself from taking a face plant. It was a wave of discomfort.
It subsided and I was able to stand again with everything going back to normal. I threw some cold water on my face at the farm style sink in the kitchen. It had all the creature comforts of modern day convenience. The dishwater was my lifesaver.
“I appreciate the concern Mom.” I was being sarcastic and she seemed more upset by the possibility of not getting her groove on.
The handbag over my shoulder was a Gucci original in a bold yellow to stand out from the crowd. It was an impulse buy like something was drawing me to it. I had to have it when I saw it displayed in the store window.
The price tag was more than what I would like but every once in a blue moon I would indulge myself with a little bit of extravagance. I wasn’t known to frivolously spend my money.
“I’m a little surprised by how easily I was able to convince you to go out tonight. I thought for sure that I was going to have to twist your arm by invoking the roommate clause.” We both had one time per month to force one another to do something we would never consider otherwise.
We also had one veto to use when the other one was going a bit too far.
“I don’t see any reason to waste my veto on something like this. Let’s go before I change my mind.” I was practically naked and on display.
I was feeling exposed and vulnerable.
“I like this new Snow White. I don’t know what happened to make you more open to the possibilities, but keep it up.” I followed her red high heels out the door and down the stairs.
“I know what to attribute to my new way of thinking. The accident gave me a new lease on life and I’m not going to waste it.” I heard somebody screaming and I looked around to see where it had originated. There was nobody there.
“Are you ‘cumming’? If you’re lucky you will be before the end of the night.” She was holding the door open to the yellow cab idling in neutral.
I slid into the seat with the African American driver staring at me with an open mouth salute for what I was wearing. His tongue was hanging metaphorically down to the floor. I smiled and swiped my tongue around my mouth in an effort to excite every part of him.
“You are such a slut. I can work with this Snow White.” I used to be scared of my own shadow, but I was rising above those fears.
“You’re one to talk. I believe it was you who was trying to peel the paint off the wall with your screams of ecstasy last night.” Before the accident, I would drown out her gradual climb to orgasmic bliss by using my noise canceling headphones. It was the reason I hadn’t visited much when I was involved with Darren.
“I can’t believe you were listening to me.” I didn’t just listen to her.
I found myself closing my eyes to live vicariously through the moans of encouragement through the walls. I stifled my own climax by biting my knuckle. I timed it perfectly for the outcry of pleasure coming from the man’s lips. It was an audio explosion of sensual delight.
“Don’t sit there all indignant. We both know you like to put on a show. It’s just this time I found a reason to listen.” I made it sound like an isolated incident, but it wasn’t.
> I was getting in touch with my sexuality and the accident had peeled back the curtain to what I was trying to hide from myself. There were many times I had pleasured my body with her and her partner as inspiration. I was even tempted on a few occasions to walk out of my room completely naked at their mercy. I never did get that far.
The blindfold made it possible for me to use my other senses. The sounds of people walking and talking wafted through the window. The smell of the exhaust came on the heels of freshly made bread. I was living the nightmare of being blind all over again.
I was looking forward to a night to remember but also terrified of doing something that would make me regret it in the morning.
There was a fine line between the good girl I used to be and the bad girl begging to get out.
Oh what the hell! It was time to be BAD!
CHAPTER 4
Professor August Ramirez
It was a wonder I had even been able to get out of bed after the crippling loss of my wife. It was four years ago that Judy lost her battle to cancer.
I had heard through the grapevine in the halls of NYU about this club. I was a psychology professor researching in sexual deviance. A sex club was the perfect place for me to do my research.
I wrangled an invitation from another faculty member. I wasn’t really expecting to do anything and I didn’t get involved with anyone in my previous visits to the club. I kept to myself and enjoyed the people watching. Everything changed when she walked through the door wearing something remarkably similar to lingerie.
She moved across the floor with the grace of a feline cat owning the room from the moment she stepped through the threshold. Her smile was bewitching and her ruby lips called to me from across the room like the siren of the sea. The dress was nothing more than window dressing.
Her long legs weren’t the first thing I noticed about her. It was her long stark white hair that had stopped time for me.
There was a medley of scantily clad women vying for my attention. The music was loud and the lights were dimmed.
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