I Think I love You, Scarlet [MF]

Based on a true story

I had always imagined what it’d like to finally be with Scarlet and I never imagined being tongue deep in her pussy, drowning in the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted, far beyond that I had in any woman. Her soft hands pet my hair and caressed my face. I felt her silky tan skin gently graze my forehead and I felt my cock grow harder than what I thought possible. I let a moan escape from my lips and just as I felt a rush of her juices spill out onto my face, I could feel a vibration running through her body as she threw her head back in absolute pleasure— almost like a purr? I wasn’t sure what she was other than the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.

She had tan, glowing skin. Her wide hips made her waist look tiny. She worked in another department at my job and I’d had my eyes on her since the first day I’d seen her. You ever see someone you don’t know but their sexiness had you fantasizing before you could even say hello.

I went back to my office. I knew I had a report due by the end of the day, but her ferocity, the swift glide in her walk, her mysterious and mesmerizing, brown eyes as they met mine. She smiled slightly and quickly looked at the ground. I wanted her to feel comfortable with me, to know I’d protect her and love her and her body.

Before I knew it, behind the pristine glass doors of my office, I rubbed and petted my cock through my pants before I got desperate and took a sock off, went to the bathroom and finished off to my fantasy. Scarlet. I finished my report and left early for the day, cumming about 3 more times at home, her image etched in my mind. I had to know her.

And the more I’d seen her, the tighter her blouses and skirts, the more I could imagine her supple breasts, her ass. I started to intentionally take lunch at 1 instead of 12 because I knew she had marketing meetings at 12:15. I’d walk by. Sometimes I’d speak, but not too often, not too eager. Other times, I’d catch Scarlet in the break room, make a corny joke and regret it right after, but through her shyness, the politeness in her always made her laugh. It was squeaky, but felt genuine. And she’d say something like “Have a good day Gregory” or “Thanks for the laugh”, her words radiated in the air like magic. I saved it with me all day.

We began to speak more and more. & me passing her for lunch, turned into us having lunch together occasionally. She eventually told me how she’d been adopted by a family when she was 9 and she had two sisters and 1 brother. She’d been abandoned by her own parents and had no memory of them. She was a freelance artist on the side and just moved to NYC alone for a new start. I told her about my hobby of portrait photography and how it dwindled as I threw myself into my career. She’d begin leaving little cartoons and caricatures of my with my camera on my desk and I knew we’d found a friend in each other.

Every new thing I learned about her made me orgasm harder and harder night after night. She wasn’t just sexy, but I could feel the beauty in her spirit. She was exactly who I’d been waiting for. & I know it’s coming off as though I was obsessed. It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever felt before. After almost 2 months, I was sure it was love at first sight.

It was only earlier this afternoon and something was so different. This day, I was gonna invite her OUT to drinks rather than just food at the office. When I came in this morning, this was no caricature or chocolate on my desk.
Waiting patiently and occasionally glancing up at my doors throughout the morning, I took my lunch like normal and I watched the entire marketing team exit the meeting room, waiting in our usual spot, but no Scarlet. Was she out today? As I approached Ron, the Marketing Director, I watched as Scarlet hurried passed me with a brown box of stuff, tears streaming from her eyes leaving streams where her makeup rolled off.

“Hey Scarlet…”

As I turned, she picked up her pace and I could hear her burst into tears. My stomach dropped. I continued to approach Ron.

“Where’s Scarlet going?”

He made this face, a cringe, almost like he was slightly disgusted.

“We had to let her go today”

Did I chase her? Make sure she was okay? Let it go? Shit happens.

Before I knew it, I was down in the lobby, racing to catch her. I was too late.

I know what you’re thinking. How in the hell did I end up between her legs if she just got fired from my job. I never even got a chance to ask her out!

So later than night, I’m sitting in my loft. My Mac is open in front of me with our text thread open. We had only texted before a couple times when one of us was ordering food to the office.

The last message I’d received from her was,

“I guess I’ll try the Chili Cheese Fries, hold the Chili”

Me: “Isn’t that just cheese fries?”

She said “Lol, no. This cheese has just lost their partner. Sad cheese fries.”

What could I even say to her? I wanted to know what happened? Why? How I could help her? Could we still be friends?…

I typed “Hey…” before backspacing it all, standing and filling my glass with brandy.

Now I stood in front of the laptop. I downed that glass before filling another and finally sitting.

“Hey, how you holding up?”

I backspaced it all.

I just lifted my feet and laid back across the couch.

Truth was, I probably wouldn’t see her again. In this city, it was rare and how long before she moved onto the next job, having lunch with the next work friend? How long before we dwindled back into strangers?

I had only ever known someone else like her once in my life. We grew up in the same apartment building right beside each other. It was just her and her mother. I remember we’d knock on the walls like some morse code neither of us understood or we’d play on the balcony together. Throw the ball back and forth in silence, only the occasional laugh or squeal. Despite how close I was with Leah (I’d only ever heard her mother call her name from next door) my parents never spoke to her mother and when we would run into them, we’d quickly go the other way. Even though they never said it, I knew they had something against her, maybe because she was a single Mom or some other dumb righteous reasoning. & then, years later, even as much as she wanted to find friends in the city after my Dad passed, she wouldn’t even give it a chance, not even as a single mom herself. I vowed to grow up differently. To respect every person no matter their circumstances. To be good to them. Never had I thought I’d be in love like this fantasizing this deeply.

And suddenly (I kid you not)

ping

Slowly rising to sit up, my jaw slightly dropped.

No way.

New message from Scarlet: “Sorry about today.”

I typed faster than I even knew how in total disbelief.

“You have nothing to apologize for. Are you ok?”

“Much better now. I have time to just focus on my art I guess. I just don’t usually cry in front of people”

I let the cursor blink a couple times while the brandy made a decision for me.

“You don’t have to worry about that with me”

I waited. The three bubbles disappeared. My heart dropped.

Then she said “I know…”
Then another message, “I think I want to show you my art”

I typed “Of course. Whenever you’re ready”

She sent an address then said “how about now?”

I downed one more glass of brandy, freshened up and was out the door.

I called an Uber and was there in about 12 minutes.

It was a brownstone. As I climbed the stairs, she answered the door. My eyes met hers and this time she didn’t look down. She worse a white v neck with the v cup much deeper. She didn’t have a bra on and I could see her perfect round nipples poking through. Her breasts were even bigger than I remember. The shirt was tied in the back and I could clearly see the hourglass figure of her waist. On the bottom, she wore cotton gym shorts with the band folded over so they were much shorter. Nothing on her feet and glasses on her face. Her eyes were a little hazy and there was a smirk on her face.

“Hey!” She squealed, hugging me as I reached the top step.
My stomach fluttered as I hugged her back. What the hell was going on?
“Thanks for coming”
As she turned to lead the way, I could see her ass was slightly hanging from the bottom of her shorts and immediately I felt the blood rushing to my cock.
I looked up, around at anything else to prevent me from looking like a fucking perv.
She led me to the door and before opening it, she turned to me and said, “I just want to warn you that my art… is a little risque.”
Before I could even respond, she opened the door and pushed in.
The first thing I noticed was the entire room was pink. She had an LED color strip lining the ceiling and suddenly I started noticing the wall was covered with pictures, her art… pictures of her.

“Before you say anything, this is the best way I can support myself. It’s guaranteed money and it’s… empowering for me, especially given today…I mean I know thats why they let me go today. I’m a woman. Ron wanted me to play my part. It’s not the first time this has happened.”

I was in awe.
I rolled out the words.

“I think you’re perfect”

She was naked or nearly naked in every. single. photo or drawing.

Mesmerized, I walked closer to the wall directly in front of me. She chuckled.

“Thank you”

There was a drawing of Scarlet’s naked body, her legs wide open as she played with herself, perfect hands spreading open her pink pussy lips, covered in her juices.

The one beside it, her in a button down that was unbuttoned. Her tits enormous with a white substance squirted all over them. She made the sexiest face I’d ever seen. By now, I could feel myself getting harder and harder and I knew it would be hard to hide.

“Wow..”

“What do you think?”

“Do you draw these all yourself? Who takes the photographs?”

“All me. I haven’t been able to tell anyone else. I take the photos then draw them and… I have a few big buyers, mostly foreign dudes.”

I just nodded my head as I shifted my weight, trying to find a way to discreetly tuck my cock under my belt. How was I going to try and calm down with these drawings and photos all around the room.

“The reason I asked you here… is I hoped… you’d take some photos of me for me to draw…” She extended a camera in my direction.

My eyes got big.

“Wait… really?”

“I mean yeah if you don’t mind” She floated across the room. She immediately threw back a shot of something then turned and said “did you want a drink?”

I took some of the tequila then sat on the couch and looked at her space.

Aside from the pictures, she had a few candles and tapestries, some plants and a couple cameras and sketch pads . In front of me there was a TV and an easel beside it. Very clean. Very Scarlet.

“Of course, I’ll take the pictures Scarlet.”

Next thing I know, shes coming out of the bathroom in a silk robe. Her hair is down and her glasses are off. She carried a bluetooth speaker with some LoFi music playing from it. Her tits are bouncing and her body looked almost purple in the pink light. As the alcohols mix, I start to question whether or not this is reality. This type of stuff never happened to me.

I could feel a throbbing in my pants. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Where do you want me Greg?”

On my cock.

“How about right here on the fuzzy carpet?”

As I moved the coffee table, she dropped her robe and sits on the carpet.

Immediately I snap a picture of her looking up at me. Her nipples are round and hard and the body I had fantasized about for months was right in front of me. She laid back and opened her legs. I wanted to dive right in, make her moan and scream, squirt all over me. I wanted to fuck her tits, to cum all over them, her face, in her mouth.

I flicked a couple more pics.

“Greg…?”

I put the camera down.

“Can you talk dirty to me? It’ll help I promise.”

“Uhm…”

“Just tell me what to do to myself.” She said this chuckling a bit as her hands pet her clit and she threw her head back.

I snapped another pic.

“Moan for me.”

She did. She let a long moan escape her lips.

“Now get your clit nice… and wet”

I flicked a couple more pics as she did as I said and began to moan louder.

I could feel that I was rock hard and even my pants rubbing against my cock when I moved was going to make me cum VERY soon.

And she kept rubbing and moaning then turned over on her hands and knees continuing to rub it, throwing her ass back.

I flicked more pictures.

I didn’t even know if these pictures were good but I needed to keep my eyes from looking directly at her for too long.

I could begin to see juices dripping down her lips.

I wanted to rub my face in it.

“Moan for me too Greg, it’ll turn me on”

And from behind the camera I did. I continued taking pics.

“Mmm Scarlet, just like that”

“Yess Greg!”

Suddenly she stopped and just stared at me.

My throbbing cock forced the words up.

“Listen Scarlet, I’m not sure if I can do this… It’s just hard to remain….. professional”

She smiled at me.

“And you’re just sexy… and I’m a guy… I just….”

“Oh Greg, that’s the point… Couldn’t you tell?”

She stealthily crawled forward and unbuckled my pants.

“Take some pics of this”

She dropped my boxers then said “Holy shit.”

I snapped a couple pics of her just gazing at it.

Before I knew it, she was licking the shaft up and down slowly then she sped it up.

My legs began shaking hard. She told me to get on my knees and she leaned down and finally wrapped her lips around the tip, letting her tongue swirl around a couple times.

“Oh my fffuck, Scarlet”

She moaned and I watched her ass cheeks spread behind her as she got into it. I snapped a pic of that then her going down.

I put the camera in the right hand and just closed my eyes with my head tilted back.

“Scarlet. You’re gonna make me fucking cum”

Her mouth got so wet and tight as she began to stroke with both hands. I let out a yell.

“Scar! Scar!”

Suddenly she stopped. I was right there. I was about to bust right in her mouth and she stopped. She stared up at me.

“Keep taking pictures, Greg I need them”

“Scarlet please. Just—“

She chuckled then said, at least get a pic after you finished. She wrapped her tits around my shaft and began sucking the tip at the same time. I snapped a pic then threw my head back pushing her head down. And I screamed. Just a loud moan. I came all over her face. My entire body shuddered as I felt loads coming out one after another.
“Ahhhhhhh”

I snapped one picture before I hungrily laid her on the carpet pulling her legs apart and immediately going down. I dragged my tongue up and down her lips, parting them open and flicking my tongue over her clit. I could feel her snapping pictures as I finally inserted my tongue feeling myself getting hard all over again. Once I felt her gushing all over my face, I inserted one finger then two. She tensed up and fucked my fingers back beginning to moan and buck her hips.

“GREG!… Fuck Greg… shit”

And I rapidly flicked my tongue against her clit as I fingered her pushing lightly on her gspot.

“I’m gonna fucking cum Greg!” I looked up at her now, pussy glistening so beautifully under the pink lights as I experienced a totally different form or her art that would definitely have me back for more. A purr or a growl rolled through her body. I pushed upwards with my fingers and felt her gspot get harder. As I gently flicked my tongue across her clit, her body shook and shook harder.

“Cum for me Scarlet.”

To my right, I heard her drop the camera and pull me in with her palms, caressing my hair and forcing me deeper.

I continued going deep with my fingers and finally she screeched.

“Uhhhahhhh, fuck Greg!”

And in a sexy stream, she squirted all over my face, screaming the whole time as her body spasmed. I placed my mouth over her hole and swallowed every last drop.

When she finally settled, she pulled my head into her breasts and we laid together on the fuzzy carpet catching our breath.

“Thanks for helping me out Greg…”

Then I said it. Where it came from.. why, but it came out.

“Scarlet I think I love you.”

Silence.

I just closed my eyes. What the fuck is wrong with me.

Next thing I know, she’s got her hand wrapped around my hard shaft. I look down and she’s staring at me with this lusty look.

“Really?”

To be continued…..

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h0ci15/i_think_i_love_you_scarlet_mf