I could smell her, and her scent was exquisite. She was wet and willing and I could tell all of this without the sense of touch or sight. This fiery headed enchantress knows exactly what she wants. I can smell her attraction to me just as easily as I can smell what type of shampoo she used or what perfume she was wearing on our luxurious night out on the town. I can smell very well; one of the perks. By the time my key was in the door, it didn't take long to get things moving.
Such as it is at this time, I had her back against the wall just inside the walk way to my apartment. Her mouth searched for mine a mere step into the door, her arms wrapped around my neck in a firm embrace. She was most definitely a good kisser, her tongue pushed just enough to be forceful and but not enough to block off my airway. Her hand cupped my bulge with a forceful squeeze to get me to attention. Not that it would have mattered, I wanted her very much and it showed. In anyway and every way I wanted this beauty, except I needed her in another way as well, needed something inside her. But before I could get to it, before it was ready for me, I needed this redheaded vixen to cum.
She is 5'7" with a slight build and pale features commonly associated with the redhead persuasion. This one in particular, I can tell she lives for the evening more than any. Her skin shows no signs of attempted tanning. She does have all the signs of a woman who knows that her bust is just slightly bigger than those of her size and an ass rounded to perfection. She was graceful, had an air of exquisiteness with a hint of 'slut' that makes you feel you were lucky to get near her at all. Her dress, a classic black, but with a slit along the right side almost up to crotch, had caused me annoyance all night to no end. Shadows all night, in the right places kept the secret that lay there hidden; which I am going to change soon. She portrays a sexual confidence and appetite, leaking lust into the air and on her way to oozing it all over me.