I opened the door to find a young woman standing there. She was 5ft 2in tall, with red hair down to the base of her shoulder blades. She was wearing a mask as well, but what I could see of her face was lovely. Green eyes peered out of the mask at me.
She was wearing a tan trench coat and had a black leather bag in one hand. I stepped to the side wordlessly, as per my instructions, and she strode confidently past me. I locked the door and followed her into the seating area of the suite. She placed the leather bag on the end table, and her eyes scanned the room. It was a modest sitting area, a sofa on one side, facing the TV, flanked by end tables and a pair of armchairs. Satisfied, she turned back to look at me. I had stopped in the entryway, she beckoned me over with her finger. As I approached, she removed the coat and tossed it aside.
I almost stopped in my tracks. Underneath the trench coat she was wearing a black garter belt, stockings, black high heels, and nothing else.
Tara had been right, she was beautiful. She wasn't as lean as Tara, but she was far from fat. She had magnificent full breasts and delightfully curved hips. She had the pale skin of a true redhead providing a sharp contrast with her black stockings.
My desire to touch overcame the desire to look and I kept walking. She had taken a step back and was now just in front of one of the armchairs. As I reached her, her hand grabbed my collar, pulling my face down to hers. She began to kiss me, and I responded enthusiastically. Her other hand went to my crotch. Grasping at my growing hardness through the fabric.
She broke our kiss. Pushing me back a little. Both hands went to my shirt, quickly unbuttoning it. She slipped it off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. She ran her hands over my chest for a moment before they moved to my belt. My pants were quickly around my ankles,
She grasped my hard cock, holding it in her hand, but it wasn't erotic, she was looking down at it, almost... clinically. She moved her hand back, cupping my balls, feeling them for a moment before releasing them as well. She placed a hand on each shoulder, applying pressure, again I took the hint and dropped to my knees. She sat back on the armchair and guided my face between her legs. She was clean shaven, and I began to lick her smooth pussy.
Her legs came up onto my shoulders as she leaned back into the chair. Legs trapping my head as I continued pleasuring her. I moved my left hand under her, squeezing her ass and was rewarded with a change in her moans. I started running my right index finger up and down over her slit, feeling her wetness as I lapped at her clit. Once it was nice and wet, I started sliding it down, between the cheeks of her beautiful round ass. My finger found its target, pressing against her rosebud. I teased it with my fingertip for a second, and her legs seemed to tighten their grip on me.
I began to push it in, as the tip entered her, she let out a moan, steadily growing as my finger went deeper into her. It was buried inside her and I began to slowly move it in and out. As my finger was sliding in for the third time. Her hips rocked upwards, her juices coating my face as she came. I gently slid my finger out, rocking back on my haunches as she breathed heavily. Her legs still resting on my shoulders, green eyes glinting behind the mask.
She brought her legs down, standing up, directing me into the chair she had just vacated. She took her turn between my legs, Delicate fingers wrapped around my shift she leaned in, her tongue found my balls, playing with them for a moment before she slid the tip of her tongue on along the bottom of my shaft all the way to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the tip for a moment before taking the whole thing into her mouth. She looked up at me again, those green eyes meeting my blue, then began bobbing up and down on It. I leaned my head back, content to enjoy the sensations, hand resting lightly on her head as she worked.
After several moments she abruptly stopped and stood up. She turned and walked to the opposite armchair, bending over it, looking at me over her shoulder, one hand on the back of the chair, the other between her legs, fingers spreading herself invitingly to me. I got to my feet quickly, if a bit unsteadily and moved to her. Placing a hand on each hip I positioned myself behind her. Her hand stretched back, taking hold of me, guiding me into her. Pressing against her entrance, it was so tight it seemed only how wet she still was allowed me to enter her. I savored the sensations for a moment, then she began rocking back and forth.
I followed suit, hands grasping her hips, starting to slowly slide in and out of her. Gradually building momentum I soon had a steady pace. I felt my orgasm building, knowing it was close I decided to go to the well one more time. I slid my hands down a little, spreading her ass cheeks. A finger pressed against her sphincter again. This time that was all it took, and I felt her pussy spasming around me. I was so lost in the moment I almost forgot Tara's advice, but I quickly pulled out, giving my cock a few strokes, I was soon cumming all over her ass and back. She leaned forward heavily on the chair. I took a few steps back and dropped into the other. We both stayed like that for a few minutes, then she stood up again. Looking around the room she retrieved her coat, putting it back on she grabbed her bag and walked out the door. I was still sitting there when there was a knock on the door. I hurried into the bathroom and grabbed a towel to wrap around myself and went to the door.
It was barely open when Tara came flying through it, closing it behind herself she excitedly asked, "What happened? Tell me EVERYTHING!"
I hesitated for a moment, and she grabbed my hand and started almost dragging me down the hallway. She soon had me in the bedroom, yanking my towel away from me and pushing me towards the bed.
Her tongue found my cock, who was gamely rallying for another round, "start talking" she demanded. Feeling slightly guilty, I'm really not one to kiss and tell. I shared the story with Tara. Halfway through her phone chimes. Not missing a beat from her amazing blowjob, she slipped it out of her pocked and unlocked it.
Slipping me out of her mouth, her free hand stroking me instead she grinned, "Oh my God, it's her."
She started typing frantically, hit send and resumed her work. I returned to the story then the phone chimed again. This time she kept sucking as she typed. I finished my story as she finished me off, swallowing it all.
Moving up beside me she grinned, "I can't BELIEVE she left without cleaning up, I mean I knew she wanted to try being a little freaky but... wow."
I just shrugged, not knowing how to respond. As a great singer once said, it was a strange situation for an old-fashioned guy.
A few more texts went back and forth, and Tara looked at me suddenly serious, "Are you going to go home?"
"Yeah, I was planning to."
"Cool, she wants me to meet her for coffee, didn't know if I needed to let Calypso out."
I laughed, "No, you go talk to your john. Your poor exhausted prostitute will come home and take care of the dog."
She leaned over and kissed me.
"I'm just glad you know your place."
She hopped off the bed and headed towards the door, "see you tomorrow."
I availed myself of the shower, got dressed again, and after a quick check of the room to make sure nothing was left behind, I headed home.
