My colleague Regina, a 31 and unmarried, sharp featured, thick luscious haired flowing to her waist, has these lips as thin as a diva's, that are very difficult to not look at. She regularly dressed in ethnic Indian clothes, and her exotic dark skin making her look like a woman with the wild streak. And I am 25, awestruck with her. We are now colleagues, though earlier our very close friends. A fallout affected it deeply and now we are only on talking terms. The pain and regret of hurting her still lingers, despite it being her foolishness that led to things going bad.
With Christmas around the corner, she invited me to visit a choir-singing at the local theater. Loving live performances, I tagged along. Just us two. As the day came, I dressed in my smart formals, and met her directly at the theater. She wore white Indian clothes, her hair let loose and eyes smeared with deep mascara. Approaching her, I realized how good she smelt.
Once the show got done, we headed for dinner. Being a Saturday night, there wasn't any rush to go back to our respective homes. I made sure she drank a little, to ease conversations that were to come. Then as the conversations got better, I brought up how good friends we were. Regretful things to have gone bad. Confessed my deep crush on her, which made the friendship breakup even more hard. Told her I often imagined chilling at her place in the evenings while she drank and I entertained her. She exclaimed, it's still possible. If you get what I mean.
Smiling, I stood up, and we took a cab to her home. She stopped by a store to pick 'something', and then also picked up some wine. Reaching her home, we settled on the couch. Chatting and laughing. She went in to change. Came out in a knee length cotton frilly skirt and a loose tee. Hair tied into a lazy ponytail, not looking quite the hot exotic chick anymore. With it obvious that I would be spending the night at her place, with no certain plans, I confirmed back home that I wouldn't be coming that night. Regina got me her pink shorts, which she often teasingly mentioned to me. Good they were of stretchable elastic, because I was am leaner than her. To wear on the top, she got me her gym workout t-shirt, rather tight and body hugging. Imagined what it may ave been for her when worn. So there I was after changing in her bedroom, tight white t-shirt tucked into shocking pink shorts. Not quite a macho look that did I have now. I looked at myself and then at her on walking into the living room where she sat. Seeing my hairy legs, she noted my embarrassment, and to save me from that and partly to add to her enforced femininity, she quickly got me a pair of floral leggings. I actually enjoyed wearing those. Then there I was, at her command.
There I sat beside her, and she commented the night is long and what would we do. Entertain me, she said. Fetch me a glass of wine, she said. I went into her kitchen, got her a glass and poured her a glassful of red wine. I put on some Mozart, as she is a piano player, and told spoke to her of the good times. Told her how sorry I had been to have hurt her. To that she replied that I would be making up to her. I concurred, saying I would do anything she'd ask. She said, music's on, wine in my hand, pleasure me however you'd like. I asked if she'd enjoy a foot rub. She nodded smiling. I sad on the floor beside her feet and took her feet in my lap, one foot at a time I gently massaged it, while she gave out odd moans. Went into her room, got a flashy pink nail paint, and on getting her approval on the color, get to painting her toes. Once done, blew them dry and went sat back up with her. Took her filer and filed her nails as she drank wine, and then I went refilled her glass.
Then she said, time for payback. Asked me to sit between her legs and she pulled out her panties. She was in no shame to hide anything for me. She got the rush of flashing her absolutely unadorned body and vulnerable areas in the face of her emasculated man. Ordered me to stare at her vagina for a minute. Get used to it, she said. After that was done, she got up, found a dog leash she had purchased for a friend's dog, and tied it around my neck returning to my head between her knees position, and passed the holding end it below her ass over to her shoulder. Smiled at me seeing my position. Winked and said, U know what comes next. And pulled the leash such that my lips were an inch away from her nether lips. Waited purposefully for me to sniff it. Then she pulled as much as she could, holding my lips tightly against her vagina. As I just sat there with my face in her lips, she said, "don't u think to know what is to be done now? lick, my boy". That insult made me go crazy over her, and I began, slowly and gradually licking Regina's lips. She did not really seem to be enjoying it, and tugged me harder by the leash, and I got the cunnilingus more aggressive, as she slowly drank her wine.
