Bright neon red and blue lights flashes across his periphery, briefly disorienting him, though he made his way to the back of the bordello house. Extravagant, boisterous music blaring over the speakers and the dancers exhibiting fine choreography and all he had on his mind was his liaison. Sure, he paid good money for it, there was also a touch of sentimentality; or so he believes - to their constant rendezvouses.
Ivan paid for his ticket, half price it's one of the perks of being a club member, and sat at the bar and nursed his gin and tonic. In his wallet he carried the pictures of his loved ones. Who was missing from that 8 x 10 collection was his true love. Separated by the divide, without it the decent would mix with the indecent and mayhem will ensue. Ivan did not care. He wanted the mess. Risking his entire life merely to come to a sleazy hole in the wall to chase a fantasy he wishes everyday was true.
"Ivan," The flamboyantly dressed William Ziegler wearing his rhinestone jacket that long lost its luster. Here there are no rules and the indecent washed over the indignant. Girls kissing girls, men kissing men. Taboos being crossed Ivan considered crossing himself, only so much of his inhibitions can be released at once.
"Ana awaits you."
"Did she get my flowers?" Ivan feeling a familiar clamminess in his hands. "I made sure they cut the thorns off this time."
"She did... and she greatly appreciates your consideration." Ziegler adds "I don't have to lead you to her room?"
Ivan knocked twice on her door, the sweetest voice ushering him in. Already ready for game time Ana wore her black negligee (like Ivan requested), he could not contain his throbbing erection from the sight of her. 5'5" with wispy blonde hair and glows with fair skin, and with few lines and faint creases other than laughter lines. She also has a great figure with all the right curves and just enough cuddle where it counts. All Ivan wanted was her cuddles.
"I missed you." It's been two weeks since they last conjugated, the time away spent in boring family affairs and mundane work made him yearn for his mistress. Undoing his tie and dress shirt, he knew the drill and that's to waste little time to show Ana the goods.
'Take your pants off,' Ana said as she closed the latch on the wooden door. Ivan did as he was told, eager to free his hardness from the painfully tight confines of his jeans. Within seconds he was reaching for the sky, so to speak, while his mistresses turned to look at him with expectant eyes.
Ana hitched up her skirt and stripped off her panties, letting them fall down to her booted feet, then stepped out of them before perching herself on the edge of her chosen seat, the two seater-sofa right underneath the window now behind her.
'You know when I'm alone and horny and thinking about you, I daydream of us making love all day long, non-stop,' Ivan confessed to Ana. 'All the passion expressed through our sexual congress, wishing you were my wife...'
Ivan said, 'we have all night.'
She nodded appreciatively and threw him another suggestive wink. 'Oh yes we do, don't we?'
Ivan approached her, knelt at her feet, and raised her skirt to rest at her upper thighs, exposing her delicious trimmed blonde sex. Her labia had blossomed like flower petals, opening to me before I'd even touched her -- again. Her womanly aroma filled my nostrils, the smell of arousal that begged for me to couple my sex with hers.
'You know, mum, I've noticed,' Ivan started carefully, and she listened with fascination as I went on. 'We've never been this intense before. It's like we've grown to a new feeling, or gone to another level.'
'After the last time especially,' she agreed. 'May I feel your tongue, and I'll confess something else to you?' I didn't need to be asked twice. Her powerful feline pheromones were calling to me.
Lifting her suede booted feet to Ivan's shoulders, he pushed her back down onto the sofa and passionately began to make love to her with his mouth.
As always, she was deliciously savoury to Ivan's taste. Especially since she had stewed in her state of arousal all afternoon, waiting for this moment, she was hot enough that he could blister my tongue on her and still lap away like a starved dog -- but he held fast and treated her to a show.
Side to side she turned my face, his tongue and nose nuzzling those blossoming fleshy petals. They were stiff and hot to the touch and her clit stood out prominently, staring me straight in the eyes. She was so wet in fact that against my movements she squished and Ivan ate her like a ripe mango; no teeth, just my tongue and lips now dripping with her juices.
