You call me up, have me come over.

You're dressed in a pink tube top and a very short white skirt. You are dressed for sex, not seduction, you are dressed for playing. You have me lay down on your floor. I look up under your skirt and see you're not wearing any panties. I'm getting hard in my jeans.

Before I can do anything you straddle my face, no warm-up, no foreplay. You sit on my face and tell me to start toying. I can't say anything, my mouth is full of your teasing wet softness. You order me to hurry and toy you to orgasm. You need to get your softness warmed up because you have a date in half an hour. You need for me to get your juices flowing because you're thinking of jumping him as soon as he comes to the door for you.

You tell me how you've been lusting for his length and you can't take it anymore, you're going to have it and have him. As you tell me this, you cum, drenching my face. Just in time, because your date is at the door. You make me hide in your bedroom and you open the door for him.

And you DO jump him.

He's said something about the smell of sex and you tell him you've been masturbating waiting for him. I hear his belt, his zipper and his pants going down. I hear you tell him "play me fast and hard." I hear him grunting and I hear you panting.

I hear you both cum, fast and hard, two crescendos of sound. There is silence for a very short moment. He goes into the bathroom by your front door. You come into your bedroom.

You pull your skirt up, put your finger deep inside you. You put your wet finger to my lips, and I suck it into my mouth. You go to your chest of drawers, get out a sheer white thong that matches your skirt and put it on. You go back out to him. I hear murmurs, then your door opens and closes. After the two of you leave, I leave you a note asking you to call me once you get back home. I offer to come back over and continue toying you while you tell me all about your date. I hope you'll sit on my face again, your juices seeping. Your softness, battered by his length for half the night. Your softness, needing to be kissed, toyed, soothed by my tongue.

I will soothe your softness until you are ready to sleep.