The Booty Call (Conversations With A Freak, Pt. 2)
Scene 2. Act 1.
Location: NWSO Mansion, NYC.
Time: Late, random weeknight.
Roll tape. Action!
BZZZZZ!!! BZZZZZ!!!
I always hated the sound of my door buzzer. It’s a shrill jolt. Not welcoming in the slightest. The shock to the system it produces is even more apparent in the dead of night when everything is as silent as the void of outer space.
I was fast asleep when I first heard it.
BZZZZZ!!! BZZZZZ!!!
I ignored it initially, thinking it was part of some bad dream. Then, there it was again.
BZZZZZ!!! BZZZZZ!!!
I jumped up from my deep slumber. My bearings were all off. Surrounded by blackness. My pupils focused in on the red glare from my alarm clock. Slowly the glow formed into numbers I could decipher.
3:34am.
Who in the hell?!?!
BZZZZZ!!! BZZZZZ!!!
I felt my way though my darkened room, finally arriving at the intercom. I pressed down on its electronic bellybutton and croaked out audio. “Who, who is it?”
“It’s me, Nicole.”
Nicole? What the hell was she doing here?
I absentmindedly pressed the buzzer to let her in. A few moments later, I heard a knock at the door.
Still wiping the sleep from my eyes, I opened the door and found Nicole standing before me. She was dressed in a red raincoat that stopped midway up her thigh. My eyes drifted down. I saw sheer stockings and a pair of opened-toe red pumps with four-inch heels.
“Well, aren’t you going to let me in,” she said.
The seductive cadence of her voice broke through my groggy train of thought. “Uhm, yeah, sure come in,” I began. “But what are you doing here?”
“I told you I was coming over.”
“Yeah, but I was half asleep when you called. I thought you were just talking shit.”
“Well, does it look like I was talking shit?”
I turned around to find Nicole with her raincoat undone. Underneath was nothing but a form-fitting two-piece lingerie set. The image has since been etched into the fabric of my memory.
The top was a black bra outlined with pink lace and a see-thru material that flowed down to her waist. The underwire raised her ample C-cups and placed them on a luscious platter I couldn’t wait to devour whole. Her gait caused this uneasy shelf of womanhood to jiggle seductively as she strutted towards me.
Slipping the coat off her shoulders, she let it fall to the floor with no qualms. Now I could take in her entire outfit without obstruction.
Nicole’s panties were composed of the same black and lace material as her top and hugged her hipbone effortlessly. The edges of the waistband were accented by pink bows, begging to be undone. One by one. By hand. By tongue. By me. By any means necessary.
The set was completed by a pair of garter belts holding up the thigh-high stockings that kept her creamy thighs caged.
I hate garter belts.
I don’t know why. There’s just something about them that seem trashy. They remind me of hookers. But it’s funny. At that moment, all of those preconceived notions went right out the window. She. Looked. Amazing.
Finally I spoke.
“No!”
“What do you mean, ‘No?’”
“Uhm, no, it doesn’t look like you were talking shit.”
“Boy, you should have known better.”
“Yeah, but last time we spoke about us you said you didn’t want…”
Shhhh!
Nicole placed her finger on my lips. “Don’t ruin the moment. Stop thinking for once and just feel.”
She pressed me against the hallway wall and started kissing me. Our tongues played tag, while my hands searched the corners of her back before finding a comfortable home on her ass. Palming her firm bottom, I traced the outline of her thong with my nimble fingers.
Nicole’s hands were on a mission of seek and enjoy. She grabbed my dick through my shorts and felt each hiccup as blood filled my throbbing veins. I’m not ashamed to say she made me wet.
Eventually, she lifted my wifebeater and worked her hands down into my boxers. I flinched as she rubbed her thumb across the moist tip of my dick.
I was sensitive.
She pulled away from me and my mouth instinctually leaned in for more of her warm kisses. Nicole, however, had other plans for her mouth and tongue.
Nicole inched her way down to her knees. Tugging at my shorts and boxers, she lowered them past my knees. She took my dick in her right hand and wrapped her tongue around it effortlessly.
Taking all of my manhood in her mouth, she lathered my shaft with saliva before releasing me from her jaw. Unafraid to taste my love, she accentuated the moment by making a succulent popping sound as my penis parted from her lips. Licking the palm of her hand, she slowly stroked my dick before finally consuming me whole.
Nicole’s head game was crazy. She licked me from the tip of my shaft all the way down to my balls and back again. This was her penis and she knew just where to strike. Instinctually, her tongue traveled to all the right spots on the underside of my penis.
Even after all this time she knew how I liked it. Her rhythm was so in tune with my needs that my knees nearly buckled.
I gripped the back of Nicole’s neck and grabbed a tuft of her hair. As much as I didn’t want this moment to stop, I could no longer contain myself. If I didn’t stop her now, I would explode and liberate my warm fluid down her willing throat.
She looked up at me with a glazed look of lust in her eyes. Rising to her feet, she laid another passionate kiss on me. I could taste myself on her lips, but there was so much animal magnetism in the air that I didn’t give a fuck.
Nicole nibbled on my left earlobe and asked, “Do you want me?”
She had me so far gone that I couldn’t even muster a complete sentence. I merely nodded my head to the affirmative.
“Well, I’m not done with you yet,” she said, slapping me on my bare ass. “Now hurry up and get your ass in that bedroom.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
To be continued in next week’s edition of Wet Wednesday.
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