Gloved Hand-job - Tying Alice up - Using the Gloves on Alice - Spanking Goes Awry - Jennifer, A Girl of a Different Color
Friday night the Mattingly's welcomed me into their home when I came to pick Alice up for our date. I dressed accordingly, wanting, no, needing to impress her parents.
I started off by 'borrowing' a pair of my late father's handmade Italian shoes. It seems we shared the same size foot and although tailor made for him, fit me perfectly. My remaining attire consisted of a light-weight ivory colored linen sports jacket, paired off with razor sharp creased mocha colored slacks and a pale yellow shirt. My mother told me it looked like I'd stepped out of Esquire Magazine.
Alice came bounding down the stairs in a demur black cocktail dress in which she looked stunningly gorgeous. The first thing she did was to give me a kiss in front of her parents, which caught me off guard.
I returned the kiss, but kept it short, and then wasted no time in hurrying her out the door with "have her home by one," ringing in my ears.
The car was less than half a block from her home when Alice leaned against me and purred, "Let's find a secluded spot and do it."
"Do it?" I replied, putting the emphasis on 'it.'
"You know, she said, "Let's fuck!"
I turned toward her and said with a huge grin, "That's my girl!"
I drove straight to the motel I'd used for Prom Night and registered, requesting the room for two nights.
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Once inside, Alice went directly into the bathroom and deliberately closed the door halfway before starting to undress.
What the fuck? She's trying something different, I thought, something she's thought about, well now, let's give her some lead before yanking on the leash like De Sade recommends.
I hung my jacket on a hanger and placed it in the closet, and then placed myself where I could look in the bathroom without being too noticeable and saw Alice undo the straps around her neck, let the dress fall off and puddle on the bathroom floor leaving her wearing only a lacy black garter belt that held up the black stockings on her long, perfect legs. I bet her mother knew nothing about them, and what else? I'm surprised that I actually recall a pair of black pearl earrings, surely not real as expensive as that would be; and last her shoes, a pair of black pumps which Alice chose to leave on.
All in all, Alice took ten minutes to reapply her makeup, which I thought perfect but what did I know about women and their ideas about it? Next to nothing, but I resolved to be patient and take the time to learn. And I must say that it has paid great dividends over the years. They are amazed that I know as much as I do, and somehow it leads to their confiding certain things to me that they would never tell another man.
Suddenly my interest in what Alice was doing soared, for she was studying her cunt, or so it seemed at first. Then I realized that she had shaved the hair off her pussy, well most of it, but what remained looked like Hitler's moustache, a little patch of hair above her pussy, leaving everything else baby smooth.
I smiled to myself and watched as she turned, awkwardly and looked over her shoulder to inspect her ass. Her asshole and pussy looked good enough to eat as far as I was concerned, and I wondered if she was going to let me put it up her ass before the night was over.
I had to keep from laughing aloud, when she grinned into the mirror and checked to see if anything was stuck in her teeth. I would have thought she'd have done that before leaving her house. But perhaps she was making certain. I did appreciate the gesture.
Then she did make me laugh, sniffing her armpits and then dabbing some perfume under them. She didn't stop there, but added another dab to her pussy and asshole. What a considerate girl!
Alice studied herself in the mirror for a full minute then reached into her purse and took out a-well I didn't know what it was until she put it around her neck and clasped it. It was a black velvet choker. She paused then reached into a small shopping bag she'd brought with her and took out a pair of long black gloves which she slowly drew on over each hand. They went right up to her elbows.
It made for a striking contrast with her tanned skin, especially the areas around her breasts and pussy, which had not been exposed to the summer sun and remained pale white. A moment later my brain registered the fact that because of the contrast in black apparel and her tanned skin, I was compelled to look at that small portion of alabaster skin untouched by the sun that comprised her breasts and her cunt and virtually nothing else.
And it was deliberate, for her eyes sparkled with mischief as she brushed over her nipples with her hands. Already stiff, they turned a darker pink and got even harder. And when she pinched her nipples, I felt mine tingle.
She knew exactly what she was doing to me. Slowly turning around, she bent over and showed off her fantastic ass. When she was sure that the connection was firmly made between us, she straightened up and locking eyes with me, began to stroke the back of her neck, and then moved her hands down to her breasts and gave them a good squeeze.
"Sooo, you like?"
"I do," I said. "I do like it very much!"
"How do you want me?"
"I want you very much too; but first, let me take a long look at you. A guy doesn't have his girl dress up, or should I say, dress down for him like this very often."
That pleased her even more.
"Could you turn around for me, please?"
Alice quickly obliged me, giggling as she turned and presented her very lovely derriere to my eyes.
"Now would you spread you legs?"
"Oh, you're so naughty, wanting to peek at my heinie."
I knelt behind her. She knew exactly where I was, for I ran both hands over the backs of her thighs; up, then down. She purred contentedly.
The perfume she'd applied in the bathroom reached my nostrils and I nearly swooned from its sensuality. My face was level with the spidery-looking orifice that was her asshole. It too had the delightful odor of her perfume.
Reaching between her legs, I touched her pussy. It was wet. My hand moved further north, found the little parcel of pubic hair remaining, and gave it a light tug.
Alice giggled. "Like it? I think it resembles that funnyman from the silent movies-Charlie Something."
"Chaplin," I said.
She nodded appreciatively. "That's the guy. I love the way he walks. And she was off doing an imitation of his side-to side stroll. It was quite a good impersonation.
Since she'd moved away, I used it as an opportunity to sit down in the armchair provided by the motel.
Alice gave me an unguarded look and came over to stand in front of me. I slouched back in the chair, legs bent over the edge.
"Want to take my slacks off?"
"Oh, yeah!" she yelped, quickly loosening my belt and fly, and then eased them slowly off of me.
I'd gone commando, and my erection sprang up, slapped against my belly and then boinged briefly before coming to a halt.
"You really dressed up for me, Donnie. I thought my mother was going to jump you, you looked so good."
I grinned at her as she removed one of my shoes. "These shoes, they must have cost a fortune!"
"Actually, they were my father's. He traveled a lot. We have the same size foot so ..."
"Oh, wow!"
"And the slacks..."
"Atlanta. There are a lot of fine stores there, I ..."
"It must be nice to have money," she said rather wistfully. Her eyes were somewhere else.
Once I was nude, I said, "Alice, I want you to do a couple things for me, okay?"
"Sure baby. You have the loveliest cock, you know?"
