Chelsea ran a brush through her auburn hair. The sunlight cascaded through the bathroom window, its light accenting the lighter strands which had been exposed to the sun and heat from her styling appliances. Glancing up, she caught the reflexion of her aqua-colored eyes in the mirror and allowed a slight smile to cross her lips. She didn't often think of her appearance as pleasing, but today she had taken extra time and it showed.
Chelsea stood only five feet two inches, but her thirty-six C chest made her stand out as if she were six feet tall. At 19 years of age, she was finally able to put aside the memories of the awkward teenager she had been. Her legs were firm and toned from years of biking and running, but her hips still held onto soft curves. Her pale white skin never seemed to tan, making the aqua color of her eyes pop and the deep auburn color of her hair stick out.
Today she had chosen to dress all in white, a color she normally avoided. Her mind briefly wandered to the incident in the high school cafeteria when one of her so called friends put red jello in her chair, on the first day she had bravely decided to wear her white jeans. The resulting stain prompted snickers when she walked down the halls, and one of the teachers to ask her if she knew what her period was. Recalling that event, her face turned bright red and she physically shook her head, as if trying to shake the memory out of her head. She was different now, she reminded herself.
With one last glance in the mirror, she twirled quickly. Her white cotton sun dress caught around her hips as she did, exposing her bare sex to the air for the briefest moment. Squaring up to the mirror Chelsea giggled. She hadn't realized jut how short the dress was when she bought it. Her hands ran down the flanks of her body as she smoothed the cotton material back into place. Her nipples stood at attention, even from that brief caress. Yes, she thought, I'm ready.
Alex waited in the living room of the one bedroom apartment they shared, growing impatient by the second. He hated how long Chelsea took to get ready. Granted, when she finally was ready, he boosted her rating from a seven to a ten. Alex had always graded women on the classic one out of ten scale, couldn't help it, it was just how he thought. Naked, first thing in the morning, he would consider Chelsea a seven. Well dressed, make up applied, and walking with that slight bounce of hers, Chelsea was the perfect ten. Suddenly the bathroom door opened.
"Finally!" He couldn't help but exclaim, venting his frustration. Though when he turned and faced her, his jaw dropped. Her normally curly hair was straight as a pin, exactly how he liked it. The short white dress she was wearing showed off her tight thighs and threatened to expose her entirely if she raised her arms. He thought he might have glimpsed it as she sashayed towards him.
"I'm ready," she said softly, almost purring the words. "Where are you taking me sexy?"
"Mmm," Alex groaned. "Who are you calling sexy hot stuff?"
Chelsea giggled and Alex seized his opportunity. He crossed the remaining distance between them in two steps. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and lifter her effortlessly off the ground. He had only one destination in mind, the bathroom counter.
In no time at all, he had her ass planted on the sink. She looked up at him with that mixture of surprise and confusion that always stirred him inside. They locked eyes for a moment, his erection growing and straining against the denim jeans he was wearing. He reached his hand around her back and cupped the back of her head in his hands. Slowly he leaned in to kiss her perfect pink lips.
At the last second Chelsea turned and laughed.
"Babe!" She sounded scolding. "We were supposed to go out, you said you had a surprise for me."
"It'll still be there when I'm done with you." Chelsea could hear the throaty quality to his voice. It was a tone she knew well, and it said she wasn't going anywhere until Alex had his fix.
Seeing no other option, she turned her face back to him and they kissed. She felt the butterflies in her stomach as his lips parted and he ran his tongue over her lips then into her mouth. She sighed deeply, contentedly, and somehow hungrily. She felt Alex's hands move from her neck to her front. She felt his strong hands cup her breasts and she moaned against his touch.
Alex could feel her nipples stiffen against his hands through the soft cotton. He knew those nipples were perfect, round and pink, easily stimulated. He rubbed his palms against them, stimulating Chelsea further. He could feel her moan against his lips as his tongue continued to probe her luscious mouth. But his tongue was hungry for something else.
Violently, Alex tore himself away and spun Chelsea around. His hands forced Chelsea to bend over the sink and face the mirror.
"Alex," Chelsea gasped. "What are you doing?"
Alex responded by slapping her ass, hard.
"Don't fucking talk." He commanded with that same husky quality.
Chelsea felt Alex kneel down behind her and pushed her thighs apart, then he gripped her ass and pulled it upwards, giving him the best possible access to her bare pussy. Her ass still stung a little, and she whimpered in pain when he gripped her cheeks. Alex heard her whimper and a sadistic grin appeared on his face. He had a new plan.
"Oh baby," he tried to put as much sympathy in his voice as possible, "Did I hurt you?"
"Just a little," Chelsea said. "I'm okay though."
Chelsea was afraid is she admitted she was hurting, he'd stop pleasuring her. At that moment she was so turned on she really did not want him to stop.
"Wow," Alex mused, running his fingers over her right ass cheek. "Your ass is really red where spanked it. Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"
"No," Chelsea said, a little hesitantly. They both knew she was lying.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Chelsea cried out in pain with each slap.
"What are you doing?!" Chelsea had pain and fear in her voice.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"I said no talking." Alex was surprised at how even his voice came out.
Chelsea was truly afraid now. Alex had never been this way before. Sure, when she was riding him and his erection started to go soft he would slap her ass to make her tense, bringing his dick back to life. At least that was what she had thought.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Then just like that, his slaps changed to caresses over her now bruising flesh. Relieved for the reprieve from the pain, Chelsea sighed and let her shoulders drop further over the bathroom counter, unknowingly causing her ass to rise and Alex to get a strong whiff of her sex. It drove Alex to his breaking point.
