“I like you. I want you. I figured we could just wait until the lab results come back.”
“Yes that’s what I want to do.”
“I’m not going anywhere. You have a brand new stalker. I’m sure you had a few over the years.” He raised his glass. I followed suit. Did I tell him David was sort of stalking me? I don’t remember. “Let’s toast, but to what?”
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“I got it. Toast to us being new, nasty and naked very soon.” He snickered and it was adorable.
I’m on some bullshit right now. God forgive me. Why would I even say the words that are going to come out my mouth?
“Yes and you getting your third or so taste of chocolate women.” I was fishing for the deets. I needed to know how many sisters he’d been with. But I’m too chicken to come right out and ask.
Bash shook his head no. He knew what I was talking about.
“Your second taste?” I raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t going to let it go.
He shook his head no again. “I have never been with a black woman before. If that’s what you want to know.”
Hell yes, I wanted to know. I’m not even sure why I needed to know that. I just did. This isn’t his normal thing. I’m not his typical type. It should make me feel like a test case dummy. Instead it makes me feel special. Huh.
“Never?” I asked trying not to twist my lips too much.
“I don’t have a long list of women. I hit my prime in college and then I got married. I’m not some international Romeo. Did you think I was?”
“Uh well, I didn’t know if you raise your shirt and show your abs to everybody.”
He raised his glass to his lips. He guzzled down half the Pinot. “No babe, I only show my abs to you.”
“Is that right?”
“I know you can really appreciate them.”
I couldn’t contain my smile. “Yes, I can.” I reached underneath his denim button up shirt and skimmed my fingers over all those beautiful bumpy muscles.
Bash grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his concrete chest. His lips hit mine at lightening speed. His arms snaked around my waist. His hands smoothed the fabric of my shorts. Bash pushed his hands underneath my shorts and grabbed two heaping handfuls of my ass. He gripped me tight and spread my cheeks apart. I probably should have on panties. But I don’t.
When he decided to back away from my lips he slapped me on my ass. Whack! It stung.
“Show me around your place.” He ordered. I had forgot all about the tour.
I didn’t say anything. I just started walking. He followed me. We did the living room first. The living room, dining room and kitchen were one huge open space. I walked him out to my balcony. He looked over the railing. He smiled at me, licked his lips and followed me back inside. What was he thinking? His mind intrigues me as much as his body.
I led him down the hall. My bedroom was the next stop. Bash trailed me inside.
“This is my bedroom.”
“It’s really neat in here and clean. What color is this?”
“A warm shade of lavender.”
“Purple.” He groaned and winked at me.
My bedroom was actually lavender, cream and gray. People just seemed to focus on the lavender more than any other color.
Bash picked up a picture of me and my mother that sat atop the armoire.
“Is this your sister?”
“No my mom.”
He squinted hard and smirked. “She looks thirty-five. How old are you?” I could see him calculating something that didn’t seem to make sense to him. Here is comes, the age question.
I hesitated. “You know you’re not supposed to ask a woman her age.”
He looked perplexed. “You must be too young for me. Only a young person would say something like that.”
That was an odd thing for him to say. I didn’t really understand what he meant. “I’m thirty-eight.” I blurted. Two young two decades ago.
He actually sighed with relief. I think it was relief. “Okay, okay.”
“Is that good or bad?” I quaked waiting for his response.
“It’s great.”
“Why is that great?”
“I wanted you to be older not younger. I was a whole ten years off. I thought you were just a really ambitious smart twenty-eight year old.”
“Why did you think I was twenty-eight?”
“I added up college, you getting your masters, moving up to your position at your job and your wrinkle free skin. I never thought I was ten years off. The skin all over your body is so soft, smooth and flawless.”
“Bullshit. I have scars.” And half sagging tits for a woman that doesn’t have kids.
He chuckled. “Scars, what you fall off a bike when you were ten and you call that a scar?”
“How old is your mother?” He looked down at the picture as he sat it back on my armoire.
“She’s sixty-two.”
“So Mister, how old are you?”
“I’m forty-three.” Bash walked over to my bed and looked down at it. “How does your bed feel? No, don’t tell me. I will find out soon enough.” He scorched me with his intent. I should have worn panties.
I couldn’t hold back my grin. Bash is funny, sexy and hot as hell. He walked over to the door that went into my attached full bathroom. He peeked in. “Nice. How many bedrooms is your place?”
“Three.”
“You have a lot of space.”
I shrugged. “Let me show you the guest bedroom.” It was too hot in my bedroom.
Bash followed me into the guest bedroom. I didn’t say anything as his eyes darted around and he picked up random items. There weren’t many. I don’t like clutter, at all. He walked out the room first and went backwards.
“What’s in here?” His hand rose to the closed door.
“A closet.”
“Where’s the third bedroom?”
“It’s there.”
“You said it was a closet.” He opened the door before I could explain. He hit the light switch and walked into the ridiculously bright room. He turned back to look at me when he was in the center of the room.
“What?”
“You made a room into a closet. Nina, you have lots of shoes, clothes and purses.”
“I do.” I don’t have any kids. So what if I spend my money on clothes. It’s my money.
“This is why I haven’t seen you in the same clothes twice. You can clothe a foreign country with just this side of the room.” He pointed to the right.
I wasn’t sure if he was making fun of me or not. I didn’t know what to say. I had a lot of designer labels but I had money saved. I’m not a fool. My car was paid for and I didn’t owe much on my condo. My 401K is straight.
Bash ran his hands over the racks that held my dresses.
“I want to see you in this.” He snatched a little, I mean teeny tiny bright red dress out and held it toward me.
“You do?”
“Yes please.” He smiled with all his teeth. Oh those dimples.
He grabbed some red hooker heels off the shelf behind him. He held them in front of him. “Put these on too please.” He blinked multiple times. He’s so silly. “This closet makes me happy.”
Bash’s enthusiasm makes me happy. I eyed him and his cotton candy smile as I took the red dress and shoes from his hands.
I went behind the room divider and stripped. I put the dress and shoes on. I felt sexy but I was lying to myself. I really felt like a straight up hooker. This was hoe gear. There was no need for me to pretend it wasn’t. I stepped out from behind my Venetian style room divider.
My dress was so short it barely covered my ass. My breasts barely fit in it. Bash was sitting on the chaise lounge with his legs open. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. These heels would make any woman walk like a whore. I walked up to him and his mouth fell open.
There was a chant in my head that said, fuck a blood test! Fuck a blood test! Fuck a blood test! Another chant was saying suck his dick.
It’s too soon for that.
We are supposed to be eating dinner right now. This is a complete detour.
I was feeling frisky. “Do you have any more requests Mr. Vandervol?” I placed my hands on my hips.
“I dream about you.”
Huh? He didn’t answer the question. It was a statement that caught me off guard. “You do?”
“Yes.” He cupped his balls through his pants. Please don’t do that. “Come here.” He tapped the space on the chaise between his legs.
I took two steps and I was there at the chaise looking down on the finest man I had ever seen inside my house.
“Let me see my tits.” He groaned.
Oh my. He claimed my tits. My pussy is on fire. I pulled the top of my dress down and let my breasts rest above the fabric. My nipples pebbled and burned.
This guy right here. If he’s playing games with me I’m going to flip out. I need this man in my life.
“You can touch my tits. It’s okay.” He meant for me to touch myself. He leaned forward to get a better view.
I slowly reached up and cradled my breasts in my hands. I pulled them and stretched them out. I rubbed my nipples with my forefinger and thumb. I drew them into fine points. I never broke eye contact with Bash even though he was mainly focused on my tasty brown mounds. Tasty they are. I took one and pulled it to my lips. I sucked my own breast into my mouth and moaned like it was the greatest treat. I looked at Bash. He was eating his bottom lip into his mouth.
“Mmmm.” I moaned as I flickered the tip of my tongue over my wet nipple.
“I want to smell your pussy. Get up here now.”
I popped my tit out my mouth and walked to the side of the chaise. Bash leaned back. He guided my body to all fours. I was faced away from him. My open ass was inches from his face. My dress moved up my waist without coaxing.
I could feel my essence trickle down the insides of my thighs. I rolled my hips around and fucked the air. My hole opened and closed and I knew I had Bash mesmerized. I knew he was engrossed in my pussy. He said he wanted to smell it and I was going to make sure he could smell it up close and personal.
I bounced back just a little but made sure not to touch his face with my ass. I’m going to tease him and show him what a future with me has to offer. I bounced back a few times and Bash caught one of my ass cheeks with his mouth. He fucking bit me. He was clamped down on my skin and I felt something seep from my hole.
Oh my!
He grabbed one of my thighs. He released my skin and licked the place where I was sure he left teeth marks. No man had ever bit my ass before. It hurt but it felt good, real fucking good.
Bash spread my ass cheeks wide. I felt his nose poke in my crack and sink into my dew-covered hole. One of his hands reached underneath me and roughly grabbed my dangling breast. He pinched my nipple and I caved in at my torso. I could have collapsed but I felt his tongue licking around the area that housed my asshole.
Oh my! Is this happening?
Yes. I felt the feathery flick of his tongue as his tongue patted my asshole. Soon his tongue was all up in there. My entire face contorted. He pushed his tongue in so far. He used both of his hands to hold my thighs in place while he smashed his face and tongue in my place to be.
This had happened to me before but Bash must have a longer tongue because I could feel him tongue fucking my ass. I could feel my nerves being stimulated by his fierce movements.
He haphazardly rammed to fingers in my wet pussy. I went flying forward but Bash caught me with his hand on my shoulder. He was still sitting but he was working his fingers inside me. I could feel his knuckles as they entered me.
I remember hearing my moans but I was soon screaming and hadn’t realized it was even me.
“Cum for me.” He groaned as I looked back at him from all fours. I turned back and felt that he had replaced his fingers with his thumb. He quickly pushed his forefinger and middle finger inside my ass.
He had invaded both my holes and I froze. He worked his fingers in and out. My fear lost the battle because it felt too good to have both my holes plugged. He worked both holes in graceful circles and my legs got weak. I didn’t think I could stay up on my knees any longer. My ass was adjusting to his two-fingered intrusion.
“Do you like it in both holes?”
Hell yes! And I didn’t even know it. “Yessssssss.” I moaned. I loved this.
“You love it.”
“Yessssss.”
“Like a red dress wearing cum slut likes it.”
What? “Yes, yes!” I sure do. I gripped the chaise and tried to roll my ass deeper back into his fingers. Bash placed his free hand on my ass.
“Sit on my hand.” He ordered. Bash moved me back so I that was sitting upright in front of him. His fingers stayed in both my holes but his other hand was now in his lap. I slowly moved up and down on his fingers and he held me close to his body faced away from him. His mouth licked the skin on my back and he wrapped his arm around my body. He was so close that we were one. He callously massaged my breast while he held it in his hand. He handled me like I was a whore and I liked it.
I closed my eyes and moaned into the air. I couldn’t take it anymore. Being stuffed in both holes had me on the edge. I had an orgasm when I felt Bash’s teeth bite the skin on my back when he squeezed my nipple so fuckin’ hard. I exploded.