Sasha applied fire engine red lip gloss as the last step in "freshening up." She grabbed the long cigarette holder and lit the ciggie, then walked into the hallway. Entering her living room she felt Jared's eyes on her, saw his mouth gaping from the corner of her eye. She took her seat on the high stool at the bar, making sure to show a lot of thigh.
"Darling, would you go into the kitchen and bring me the drink that's in the refrigerator?" she asked.
Jarrod swallowed hard, coughed, and said, "What? Drink. In refrigerator. Sure thing."
Sasha smiled slightly after he'd walked past her. This guy would be easy. She knew she looked hot and sultry. Her outfit was simple-a long, low cut, clinging black dress with side split up to thigh and spaghetti straps; black stockings and garter belt; four inch black stilettos; long, black silk gloves; a medallion that hung on a chain and dangled provocatively between her breasts, and the cigarette holder. And no underwear. Not a stitch. Her wavy, shoulder-length black hair had been brushed to a sheen and contrasted with her alabaster skin. The most important parts of her outfit were her makeup and the expression on her face-that sort of bored, mysterious, and haughty look.
Jarrod brought her the drink and handed the long-stemmed glass to her. She could tell he wasn't sure about her yet. It was fun to imagine the thoughts going through his mind - Was she the attractive, classy woman whom he'd met at the wedding, or a man-killer? She gave him a half nod in thanks for the drink.
Sasha sipped her drink while staring at Jarrod, who returned to the love-seat. She'd purposely not offered him anything to make him feel awkward. She said nothing, only sipped her drink, staring at him.
"Why are you sitting over there, Jarrod? Come sit at the bar with me," she said after a moment.
She watched, feigning amusement as he went from the love-seat to the bar stool next to her. Holding her drink in her hand, she stared at Jarrod as if sizing him up.
"Oh! These fucking heels," she said at last. "I'm tired of wearing them." She lifted a foot and undid the strap sexily, watching Jarrod out of the corner of her eye. The shoe fell to the floor with a soft thump. "Have you ever worn high heels, Jarrod?" she asked as she lifted her other foot.
After clearing his throat, he said, "No, I can't say that I have."
"You should try it sometime. Then you will know something of what we women have to go through for you men. All to accent parts of our bodies."
The other shoe fell to the floor.
"Ah, much better!" she said, wriggling her toes energetically in front of Jarrod.
It amused Sasha to see how his eyes riveted to her sexy feet. She took another sip of her drink, and then reached over with her bare foot to rub Jarrod crotch. She took a drag from her cigarette, looking bored. Soon she felt a lump forming in Jarrod's pants.
"What is this?" she smirked. "Amazing what a little stimulation can do, don't you think?"
"Sometimes it doesn't take much," Jarrod said, grinning sheepishly.
Sasha chortled, took another sip of her drink, and examined her fingernails. He reminded her of a cornered mouse who knew the cat was going to pounce.
"Stand up and take off your clothes," she said nonchalantly, as if she always made such an order.
"What?" he asked, taken aback by the suddenness of her request.
"Take off your clothes," she repeated, enunciating each word distinctly.
"Okay."
He stood naked before her while she gazed at his body, still wearing the bored expression.
"Turn around," Sasha said after a moment.
Jarrod turned to show her the rear view. She told him to turn around again after a moment.
"Not bad. You could lose a few pounds and build some muscle, and you should shave your package. But not bad."
She got off the stool and approached Jarrod from behind, pressing her body against his. Her hands went around his chest, massaging his nipples roughly. She could feel his naked body through the thin fabric of her dress. Sasha insinuated her head at his neck and kissed, then licked, then bit it. Jarrod let out a passionate sigh as he succumbed to her charms, almost melting in her grasp.
Sasha smiled to herself. Like a moth to the flame, she thought. She slid her hands slowly down his flat belly to his cock.
"Nice! You're hard already," she whispered in his ear. "I like it when I have that effect on a man."
"You sure do on me," Jarrod replied.
"You know what I really like? Three things. When a man licks my pussy, or when he shoots his load in me, or when I fuck him... in the ass."
She punctuated the last word by bumping her hips against his.
"Have you ever had a woman fuck you in the ass, Jarrod?" she whispered as she held his balls.
"No," he whimpered.
Sasha smiled.
"Excellent! I'll be the one to take your... virginity."
She squeezed his balls as she whispered the last word in his ear. The squeeze wasn't hard, but it made him gasp. Sasha turned away, moved a couple feet from him, and faced him. She felt her pussy seethe with wetness. Being in control of a man this way turned her on so much!
"Look, Jarrod," she said. When he turned, Sasha began to lift her dress. "Is this what you wanted to see?" revealing that she wore no bra or panties. She smirked at Jarrod's wide-eyed expression.
Sasha ran two fingers from her throat to between her legs, not taking her eyes off him. The fingers dipped between her hairy folds. She brought them to her mouth, shiny with wetness, and sucked them dry.
"Mm, nice. I like the taste of my pussy juice. Maybe we can play a game. Would you like that? Do you like games?"
The corner of her lip went up as she said it, and she let her dress fall into place.
"Yes," he said softly.
Returning to the stool to sit, she hoisted her dress above her hips.
"Kneel between my legs," she said in a tone that could not be denied.
Jarrod knelt between her knees, inches from her smoldering cunt.
"Lick."
Jarrod stuck out his tongue, and she felt its smooth wetness caress her lips. Sasha sighed. He parted the hair with his tongue to get at her hard clit, and went to work on it. Sasha relished the sensations of his tongue lapping at her clitty. His skills weren't as good as Kat's, but enough to get her off.
Sasha put her hands on Jarrod's head and pulled him into her, not risking his pulling away until she'd juiced his face. She moaned, felt her pussy wet with arousal as her juices pooled and spread around Jarrod's lips and tongue. The sight of him kneeling in front of her as he serviced her made her hot. The sound of his tongue licking at her wet folds excited Sasha, too. Sasha pulled at Jarrod's hair. She closed her eyes and gave in to the heightening sensations.
