Unforgettable evening

Aletta stands before the mirror in a black dress cut low across her breasts. She slides her hands over the fabric, imagining his mouth where her fingers now press. The silk clings to her hips. She turns, checking the curve of her ass, how the hem rides up when she bends. He promised dinner, something with white tablecloths and low lighting, but the way her nipples tighten against the dress suggests other plans. The bell rings. He arrives with that look in his eye, the one that says he sees right through the dress to what she’s wearing underneath. She opens the door wider. His hand finds her waist, pulls her in. Their mouths meet hard. She tastes mint on his tongue and feels the press of him already growing against her thigh. She drops to her knees without asking. The dress rides higher on her thighs. Her hands work his belt open, fingers sure and quick. When she takes him in her mouth the heat of him fills her. She works slow at first, then faster, spit glistening on his skin. He grips her hair. She moans around him, the sound vibrating through his cock. Blonde strands fall across her face. She pushes them back, eyes locked on his, and swallows him deeper. He pulls her up, spins her toward the wall. The expensive dress gets hiked past her waist. He fucks her there, standing, the way she likes. Hard strokes that rattle the picture frames. Her cheek presses against cool plaster. She reaches back, spreads herself for him. He drives in again and again until her legs shake. When he’s close he pulls out. She kneels once more, mouth open, tongue ready. He strokes himself over her face. The first hot stripe lands across her cheek. More follows, thick and white, painting her lips and chin. She smiles through the mess, licks what she can reach, swallows what she catches.