The woman was writhing beneath her, begging for it, digging her nails into Lisa's back. Lisa closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the moment and the woman, but her head wasn't in it. When she did manage to focus on her, all she did was notice the unpleasant things about her.
Her skin smelled sickly sweet, like she'd put on way too much scented lotion. It reminded Lisa of her great-aunt and the way she'd worn way too much lotion the last few years of her life. Lisa shook her head to try to get the thought from her mind. She flexed her hips harder and quicker, pumping the woman insanely. She would make her come and be done with her. There was no way she was doing anything else with her. Not this one. Not tonight.
The woman screamed loudly as she came, and the harsh noise from it made Lisa's ear ring.
Crawling from her, Lisa looked down at her and tried hard to find the sight hot and satisfying. The woman was on her back, legs splayed, round tits buoying on her chest as she giggled. Her heavy makeup was melting off her face with her sweat. She looked like a macabre Barbie doll and Lisa had to look away.
She busied herself removing the condom and the dildo as the woman rose and dressed.
"That was some fuck, baby," the woman said, sounding like a keyed up schoolgirl, one way too young for her realistic age of forty-five-ish. "You do that kind of thing all the time, or am I just special?"
Lisa sat and wiped the dildo with antiseptic wipes. Christ, now the insecurity questions as well? Was I good? Your best? Have you had better? "You are special," she said with no inflection to her voice. The woman ate it up and even squeaked a little.
"I wish my husband could fuck like that. But he always shoots way too early."
Lisa stopped her. "Nein. No more."
The woman closed her mouth and then smiled. "Okay. I don't blame you, really. I wouldn't want to hear all—"
Lisa rose and slipped the straps off her hips. She'd remained fully clothed, and she was especially glad she had. It took less time to get rid of the woman and assured her cardinal rule of no touching would be followed.
"You can go," she said, holding the door for her. She was usually a little friendlier, wanting the women to leave on pleasant terms. Pleasure was, after all, what the whole thing was about. But she found that she didn't care with this woman and she wondered why she'd fucked her at all.
To rid my mind of—
The woman was attractive enough, on a popular society scale, and she'd been more than eager and willing. But Lisa had found the whole encounter boring and predictable.
Blonde woman with boobs is flirtatious. Blonde woman with boobs gives herself over easily. Blonde woman with boobs makes high-pitched squeaky noises of pleasure. Blonde woman with boobs says things like, "Yes! Oh, give it to me good, baby doll!" Blonde woman with boobs comes, breaks at least two fake nails on Lisa's back, and then lays there humming.
Now the blonde woman with boobs was giving her a knowing and secretive smile. Her hand skimmed Lisa's cheek and she stood on her toes to kiss her softly on the mouth. When Lisa didn't respond with movement of her own lips, the woman simply backed away and gave her a wink. She walked away without any further comment, slinging a massive purse over her shoulder, their brief encounter obviously not very meaningful for her either. It was what it was. Short. Right to the point. No strings.
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Blazing Passion ( Jenlisa Adaptation)
Fanfiction*This story isn't mine. All rights and credit to the original author B.Ronica* What Lalisa Manobal seeks is simple. What she needs is complicated. Woman. She has one a night at Blazing Passion, sometimes two. And she gives them what no one else can...
