She'd grabbed the flowers I'd brought, given me a deep tongue kiss and pulled me with her to the elevator. We were driving to meet a couple of her friends for dinner and she leaned over and whispered, "Let's come back to my apartment afterwards. I'm going to sit on your face."
Hmmm. That was different.
She was making the usual small talk but I couldn't really concentrate. We'd been dating for a while and done the usual getting to know you stuff. Sex was good --no, better than good-- but not all that unusual. She liked it, that was good, and she wanted to do lots of stuff, always fun for a guy. She wanted me to talk dirty to her, something I always especially liked, better she liked to be persuaded to talk dirty back. And she seemed to like it when I told her what to do. It wasn't like she was shy about saying what she liked, but her breathing usually got deeper if I pushed her into something.
"Get naked for me, I want to see you."
"Really, just take off my clothes and stand here? That's not fun." She'd resist a little, all the while undressing. "How about you? You're staying dressed? That's not fair." But I could see the spot forming on her panties.
Or, "On your knees. Good. I'm going lick your asshole slowly."
"That's embarrassing, I must stink there. Why do you want to do that?" All the while she was getting on all fours.
"I like it. I like the way it looks" --she made a face-- "I like the way it tastes, and no you don't smell there. You might smell a few inches from there, but that's sex smell. But your hole doesn't stink." She stuck her tongue out at me, but she wanted more. "I love licking it, sticking my tongue in deep." Her hips start moving side to side. "And I'll keep licking until you're begging me to fuck." Her head started shaking. "Not fuck your ass, just fucking."
She'd go crazy before I even touched her.
Like most of the women I've been with she wanted to be pushed into her darker places (which probably says more about me and the women I'm attracted to than it says about women in general, yes?)
So, the woman I thought I knew might've said , "Would it be too weird if I wanted to sit on your face?" Or even a simple, "I think it would be hot to sit on your face. OK?" If she even was going to say anything out loud at all. Maybe she'd somehow maneuver herself on top of my mouth. It wasn't really like her to tell me she was just going to do it. I wasn't sure what was going on.
All during dinner she would give me sly looks without saying anything overt, nothing that would give her pals a hint of what was going on in her head. And if she hadn't whispered to before me I might not have picked up anything either. Until she leaned over to me.
"You've got a crumb until your nose." Before I could reach up, her hand brushed it off, but her fingertips were all wet, and I realized what was going on. Somehow she'd gotten under her skirt and rubbed an obviously drenched vagina so she could spread her juices under my olfactory passages. I was going to be feeling her sex scent for the next hour without being able to acknowledge it. Needless to say, my cock was straining at the thought. Which she must have figured, based on her smile. Her friends had no clue.
The ride to her place was pretty wild. The second we were in the car she started hiking up her skirt and it became clear those weren't pantyhose, but stockings and a bright purple garter belt. With no panties I might add. No wonder she'd been able to wet her hands so easily.
"Like? Do you like to look at my hairy twat?" she asked as she was kind of petting herself. "My, ahem, naked hairy twat? Doesn't twat sound slutty?"
She'd told me before that sometimes she dreamed about being "slutty." I had nothing to say. It was difficult to keep the car from going off the road while I tried to look at the same time.
"How about if I stretch my lips so you can see pink? Sopping wet pink, of course. How's that?"
She hadn't had that much wine at dinner, and this all started before we even went out.
