Ode to a Redhead
Part one
By Myandra Monroe
He tapped the toe of his shoe on the black and white
linoleum floor beneath the booth, as he watched her every move. She sat across
from him looking so seductive, so fuckable. Her tousled red hair and deep green
eyes sent waves of electricity surging to his groin. Her attention was focused
on the thick chocolate shake she sucked contentedly through a red and white
striped straw.
She had him – body, mind and soul and she knew it. There was
no way he could talk his way out of this one. She was a keeper, everything he’d
ever imagined a woman should be. She knew how to press every damn one of his
buttons with a mere wave of her hand or a single sway of her lovely hips. This
time she did it by wearing a red wig, just for him.
She looked up, over her glass and smiled demurely. Her
cheeks caved in around her dimples as she drained the bottom of the curved fountain
glass with the straw. A droplet of melted chocolate ice cream slid down what
was left of her smeared red lipstick. The rest of that scarlet dye was
somewhere in the vicinity of his well served cock. He returned her look with a
sheepish “you got me” grin.
She withdrew the straw from her mouth; her eyes sparkled
like fine emeralds in the late afternoon sun. “Hey, you were the one who kept
hinting to me that redheads were your weakness.”
He winked. “I said ‘one’
of my weaknesses… I really like blondes… and brunettes too… and naked chicks,
any naked chick.”
She giggled. “You specifically described what redheads did
for you in great detail… and I witnessed it, with my own eyes.” She lifted one
high heeled shoe and playfully pressed her peep toe between his legs.
“It was surprise factor that did the trick babe. You sprung
it on me and caught me off guard.” He raised one eyebrow slightly. “All’s fair in
love and war when you play games with my cock… like you’re doing right now.”
She threw her head full of red curls back and let out a rich
throaty laugh. His cock hardened immediately. This woman could give him a stiff
dick with just the slightest effort.
He quickly brought her slender wrist to his mouth and kissed
her pulse point. He wanted her, he wanted her bad. He wanted her more than
anything else in this world, right here, right now.
“You nearly fucked me to death.” She whispered between
swollen bruised lips as she swirled her fingertip slowly around the rim of her
glass, picking up a drop of leftover milkshake. She placed her finger in her
mouth and sucked it clean while her eyes watched his for a reaction. He narrowed
his eyes and exhaled slowly. He could still taste her cum on his mustache.
The vision of her naked body shivering, shuddering, cumming all
over him just a few hours ago gave him chills. They had literally fucked all
night long. She had surrendered to his passion and responded with the same
fervor. The way he reacted to her little red headed fantasy was apparently the
reaction she was hoping for. He would have given her anything she wanted plus more and she was ready to take it.
His deep set eyes smoldered as his pants grew tighter with
every passing moment they sat in the confines of the diner booth. He scanned
the remnants of her half eaten burger and a few catsup soaked fries. Inquiring
as he clasped her small hand in both of his. “Did you get enough to eat?”
She nodded her head, her curls bouncing with an impish grin on her beautiful face. “Yes. Thank you. I was starving.”
“Good!” He quickly slid out of the booth and pulled her to
her feet and positioned himself discreetly behind her frilly black taffeta
skirt. She giggled when she felt his erection pushing menacingly into the small
of her back.
He threw two twenties on the table which was more than
enough to cover the meal and tip. They both waved at the waitress as he awkwardly
guided her out the door, careful not to expose his erection to a roomful of patrons.
None of the diners seemed to pay much attention that both of them wore rumpled
formal evening clothes in the middle of the afternoon let alone that he had a
raging hard-on.
They made it to his car. He made sure she was safely in the
passenger seat before he hurriedly slid into the driver’s seat. His dick was so
fucking hard his balls were aching.
She reached across the console and grabbed a handful of his
crotch in her small hand. He quickly placed his hand over hers and cautioned.
“Careful little girl. This could go off any second and frankly I would rather
not do it in my pants like a seventeen year old.” She giggled with delight
which sent another pang of desire to his twitching groin.
He hadn’t felt like this since he was seventeen. He seemed
to walk around with a perpetual erection since the day he met her. She did
things to him that he had thought had long since subsided. She reluctantly released
her grip on his cock and gave him a playful pout. He chuckled. “No worries
babe… we’re going right back to bed and I intend to have my way with you for
the rest of the day.”
“Promise?” She placed one red fingernail on top of her full pouty
lips and batted her eyelashes. He groaned at her impudence which made her grin
even wider and more devilish. He started the engine and the car seemed to know
the quickest way back to his apartment.
She could barely keep up with his long legs as he sprinted
towards the door dragging her along on her strappy mile high stilettos. He
quickly unlocked the door and they did a twirling, tongues entwined, hands
groping dance, into the apartment. He pulled her closer as he kicked the door
shut behind them.
He wrestled with the stiff petticoats of her black party
dress until he managed to slide it down and remove it from her lean, supple body
in record time. Her fair skin glowed under the filtered lighting of the room. He
stepped back to look at her as she stood in front of him. She was like a vision
from a dream, standing there in lacy black panties, a wired push-up bra, black
garter belt with black stockings and heels. She was fucking beautiful in every
possible way and he couldn’t get enough of her.
Her heart was pounding so hard that it brought a rosy flush
to her chest and cheeks. He pushed her back onto the cushions of the sofa and wrapped
his hands around her exposed thighs. She drew in breath as his fingers slowly slid
up her long stocking legs until he grasped her slender ankles. He firmly pressed
her knees against her full melon shaped breasts.
She gave him a wicked smile as he eyed the treasure she held
between her thighs. Her labia were outlined tightly beneath the narrow dampened
crotch of sheer, black lace panties. He leaned his face over her and tore the
lacy material away with his teeth. The sound of ripping panties sent a rush of
adrenaline to her very core. His five o’clock shadow left a trail of goosebumps
across her delicate skin.
The sight of him with the remnants of her sheer panties between
his teeth sent her into a frenzy of emotions. He shook them from her body like
a hungry wolf before he shoved his face deep between her thighs. She caught her
breath and held it as his tongue probed deep inside of her. She whimpered with
little puffs of air as he lapped up her wetness.
He teased the hood of her clit and drew circles around her
silky pearl with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, methodically inching one long
digit deep inside her bottom as she squirmed and squealed beneath him. Every
flick of his tongue sent her into spasms which excited him even more.
Her moans became louder as he feasted on her like a hungry
animal. His tongue worked relentlessly as she frantically reached out for a
handful of his tousled hair. The louder she wailed, the deeper and the harder
he pressed his face into her.
He nudged her knees wider apart with his broad shoulders and
hooked his arms securely around her hips. He raised his head to look into her
eyes and gnarled through gritted teeth. “Fuck! I could eat your sweet pussy forever!”
His face thoroughly drenched with her honey. He returned to finish what he
started.
Her groin twitched, the warmth rushed through her lower body
as she shuddered from a series of orgasms that were so intense that her back arched
and lifted her lower body completely off the sofa, driving her head and shoulders
deep into the cushions. She cried out and clutched at his hair, his skin,
anything she could get her hands on as her hips bucked wildly against his face.
Her legs trembled under his strength as he firmly held her down, his tongue keeping
contact with her clitoris at all times. Her ankles twisted wildly in her stilettos,
digging deep red welts into his back.
His face was slick and shiny with her cum. Her inner thighs glistened
with a combination of sweat and cum as she tried to catch her breath. She whimpered
and cried as her fingers stroked the back of his neck.
He took his time. He relished every single second of licking
cum from that beautiful throbbing, drenched pussy. She gradually loosened her
grip on his hair and lovingly cradled his head in her hands. Her body jerked sporadically
and she shuddered each time his tongue brushed against her clit.
She felt like she had been set on fire. Her puckered pink
nipples centered high on perfect round alabaster breasts, rose and fell as she
struggled to catch her breath. A thin film of sweat shimmered across her skin in
the filtered late afternoon sun. He knelt at her feet and adored her with beautiful,
grateful gray eyes. Her response to his touch was more than he ever hoped for, from any woman, ever in his life. She was heavenly in every single way.
He lay between her trembling legs, worshiping her pussy
like he was kneeling before a sacred altar. She stayed perfectly still, waiting
for her breath to return. He could perform oral sex like no other man she had
ever known. He truly was the master and she would gladly be his willing slave, to the end of days.
She knew of only one way to repay him for what he had
bestowed upon her gloriously satiated body and as soon as she regained the use
of her wobbling legs, she would prove to him that there could never be anyone
else in the world more perfect for him than her.
More to follow.
