Ode to a Redhead (part one)

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.