The room was dimly lit. He could see little except the lithe outline of Natasha's frame. She stood there in front of him, the kind of woman Joe had always desired and hungered for. She was wearing a long red gown, giving her the appearance of a fountain. Her smooth, silken black hair stretched out behind her. Her face, as flawless and beautiful as the evening sunset, watched him intently.
"One hundred twenty for a blowjob. Two hundred for full service. Five hundred for a
journey of love.
"
"What could possibly be worth that?"
"I will be totally yours, totally devoted to serving your pleasure."
"How do I know that?"
"Satisfaction guaranteed. I will refund the three hundred if you are not satisfied. But if you accept the refund, you may never hire me again."
Natasha stood there, perhaps three feet in front of him. Looking at her youthful, slender figure sparked a surge of emotion in his heart. Joe gazed at the perfection of that calm, peaceful face, at the softness of her cheeks, the brightness of her smile. He leaned back in the chair, relaxing in the august radiance of her presence, letting his mind flit and his caution flee.
"Proceed, then."
She pulled something and her skirt fell off. Underneath it, she had on a red, very thin bikini. The bra was only a short triangle covering her nipples and very little else. The thong was a little patch covering her pubic hair. He could now see her form, and felt the desires stirring within him. Her waist, her beautiful waist, turned inward invitingly, and long he stared at that perfectly flat, smooth tummy. Her legs were even more of a marvel, curved sinuously, like a river coiling through the desert, every part of it arousing his senses. She turned round for him, wiggling her body from side to side. From behind, the thong was a T-shaped strap up the crack of her ass.
She bent to the ground and approached him, on hands and knees, until she was at his feet. Then she rose. Her body was right in front of him now, he could smell the sweetness of her perfume, see her tender skin moving in front of him. Closer and closer her chest moved towards him.
And then her bra came off. Her breasts, generously sized but not huge, were inches from his eyelids. He drank in the sight of them, staring at their round, delightful appearance. She swayed her hips, tantalizing him, leading his eyes to the small patch between her legs. Her fingers strode down that lovely body, pulling down at the slender G-string, revealing at last the glistening shine of her pubic hair and the twin folds of her pussy.
He was staring at her now, staring with raw, undisguised, animal lust for her. She smiled knowingly, and once again sank to her knees. He felt her body brush up against his lower legs. Slowly, each part of his body was enveloped in her warm naked flesh. She slithered up him, hands stroking his chest, and he put his arms on her body, desperate for her soft smoothness.
His hands were on her breasts. He could touch them, freely, without hesitation, without limit, without refusal, enjoying their soft, sponge-like sensation in his hands. She smiled at him, gently, and slid further up his body, her mouth in front of his.
Dutifully she undressed him. He lay there, passively, enjoying the touch of her fingers on his skin, the soft hands awakening his senses. She pulled off his shirt and gently stroked his chest, sending waves of desire through it. His erection was plainly visible now. She undid his belt and took his pants off, stroking his legs a little. Finally she pulled off his underwear, already wet from semen that had started to leak.
His cock was rock-hard with animal desire for her. He wanted her, wanted to possess that body, to own it, to explore its delights, its touches, its tastes, its scents. She stood up, naked, showing no sign of embarrassment at his lust. Touching her hand to his shoulder, she nudged him and he lay face down on the mattress. Soon her hands were stroking his back.
