Every night for a week she “took” him. But tonight she wasn’t in that type mood. She wanted to discover what she needed, wanted and craved for.
She left a note at the bottom of the stairs that simply said “I’m wearing Red”. He knew what that meant. It meant she felt nasty. She has very few inhibitions when she wore red. It was Her shield. Her protections of humiliation. She didn’t care. She wanted what she wanted and she wanted it NOW. The anticipation was so strong he tripped on the very first stair step. He chuckled then calmed down. One stair step at a time on the long staircase leading to T/their bedroom. He reaches the top so near to the door he puts his ear on the door..listening carefully. He was certain he heard a soft moan. He can already feel his cock stiffening. He adjusted his pants and slowly twisted the knob leading what he believed to be heaven. Then he saw Her.
Laying on the floor draped partically in a red long scarf..Her hand wedged between her thighs. Her body wiggling in slow motion on the soft tan carpet. He stood just staring at the vision. He loved watching her pleasure herself. Eyes traveling from her creamy thighs down her long satiny legs to the vibrant red heels that covered her feet. His gaze moved back up and this time caught her eyes..She widens her legs a bit further so he could soak up every moment of her pink pleasure. She never spoke..only soft moans and he clearly understood each moment that passed. After a time that was to fast..She screamed out while arching her back..he had seen that many wonderful times. As the orgasm flowed thru her his raging cock craved to be inside Her. She gathered herself and turned to look at him. Her hand wrapping around the red scarf that had smoothed over her belly and between her thighs as if it were a snake. She smiles ‘that’ smile…He begins to undress in silence and says quietly to himself “god she sure can wear red”.