I was late. Not by much, but late enough. I hesitate for a second as I entered my house.
“Fuck, I hope she hasn’t noticed” I think to myself.
The house is really quiet. Coffee-house jazz plays softly on the radio. A clock ticks ominously in one of the inner rooms. It’s really quiet. Fuck.
She’s sitting in the corner of the living room. Legs dangling carelessly over the armchair. Toe nails painted blood red. Her flimsy little skirt bunched up around her hips. Her T shirt has the words “Make me” across her chest, punctuated by the hard outline of her nipples across the fabric. She not wearing a bra. And I pray to God she’s not wearing panties. I feel my groin go heavy and I’m turned on already. It’s embarrassing. And she knows.
The TV’s on mute as she flips through channels. Her eyes stuck to the screen. “You’re late” she says. “five and half minutes.” No movement. No eye contact. Not even a flinch of her head. Fuck.
“I started without you” She says drawing my eyes to the corner of the room, where her panties lie in a little black bunch. “Bring them to me” she says in a low, firm voice. “..no hands”.
Her panties are still moist as I put them in my mouth. I can taste and smell her and can no longer hide my hard-on, as it grows and spreads across my jeans. She looks at my crotch. No smile. No frown. Nothing.
She raises her foot and pushes down on the bulge in my pants. Her red toe nails digging into my hard cock. “not today dear” she says. Her foot running up and down its length. Judgement passed. “Five and half minutes.” My cock might just explode.
“Kneel.” She orders. I do, her panties still in my mouth. Still covered in her smell. Still driving me crazy.
She spreads her legs inches from my face as she pulls her panties out of my mouth and tosses them aside nonchalantly. I can feel the warmth of her skin. She smells divine. It takes all of my will power to not bury my face between her legs. I might just die.
She looks into my eyes, her face still expressionless. She know what this is doing to me and how much I want it. She might just let me eat her pussy. She might just. But not yet. Not till she’s forgiven me for being late. And she hasn’t.
She leans back. I see her pussy – moist and intoxicating- moving away from me, breaking my heart. Leaning back she raises her leg, her foot extended and pointing towards me, and pushes her toes between my lips. One, two and then all her toes enter my mouth.
“Suck” she says. “five and half minutes”
I suck her toes as she watches me. Her hands move between her legs and she begins to touch herself. Slowly at first and then harder and faster. She wriggles her foot in and out of my mouth, exploring my tongue with her toes. Five and half minutes.
I watched her orgasm in little spasms that I feel in my mouth. My tongue between her toes, her legs spread wide showing me what I’m missing. She pulls her foot out after her final spasm, leans back and closes her eyes.
“Clean up” she says. Spreading her legs even wider. “No hands.”
I lean in between her legs, hungrily. I want to eat her pussy more than anything in the world. And I’m going to eat it like it’s the last thing in the world too. Every inch. Every drop. I owe it to the raging hard-on trapped in my jeans. She goes back to flipping channels on mute while I bury myself between her legs.
I wonder how late I’m going to be tomorrow.