{{let's be alone together}}

✾✾✾...ACT 5...✾✾✾

I feel her breathe. She slowly settles, calms down. I fight my urge again – this time: to stroke her skin and help her to the bath.

She turns around and hides her face between my breasts, breathing in my blouse. Did I put any perfume on today? Did I forget?

- Let's go on. – she mumbles. – You're paying, and I know it's not cheap.

I smile at her, and leave her alone for a minute. I go to the bathroom and wash my face.

As soon as I return, I see that she has managed to find her small purse (why didn't I see it when she entered my home?!), and wipe her face clean. Still, there are traces of her make-up visible, and she pouts at her reflection in a small hand-mirror, unhappy with what she's seeing.

- Do you feel like a shower? It will be OK. – I say. – I mean it.

She casts a glare at me.

- No time! We only have 50 minutes left! – she scoffs. – Someone will be picking me up at midnight. We're going to a party later tonight. A customer party!

I nod. I've figured so much out.

I step closer to her, and touch her shoulder. She lifts her eyes and looks at me intently.

- You look great. – I say.

- You lie. – she puffs.

- No. No, I don't. – I say.

- You're sweet, but...

I never let her finish. I take the mirror from her hand and place it close to the bed; then I lay her down again.

She looks a little scared when our eyes meet. I know for sure that she is still quite wet from our previous round.

- Do you... - I venture. – Do you want to try... some other... position?

She blushes a little, and murmurs:

- We will do whatever you like.

It really doesn't matter to me. After tonight, I won't see her again. But my elbows and hands are a little tired – I have been quite out of practice in the last years – and so I offer:

- Let's try the doggy style. I know it will bring you more pleasure.

This, for some reason, upsets her a little. She sits up now, and our faces are closer. We both carry the scent of her most intimate parts.

- Why don't you lose those ugly clothes...? - she purrs seductively now. – I want to do a little something for you too! After all, it's you who's paying for this. Don't you want me to bring you pleasure too?

I surprise her by chuckling.

That's what you used to tell me too. That's what you used to ask too.

So, I offer her the same answer. Because there is only one answer to this question.

- Don't you worry your pretty head with this.

She blushes deeply, although, with her pale skin, all one can see is light pink.

- Bringing you pleasure brings me pleasure too. I assure you. Thank you, though. I appreciate it. You've been so great tonight...

I know that praise is not recommended when it comes to such monetary relations as we two share tonight; it's basically Tip №1. I shouldn't be getting attached.

But how can I, when she looks so much like you?

She bites her lips, and whispers to me:

- I'll do it. But give me a kiss first?

I smile, and take her chin, lifting her face up. I am taller than her, and – even when sitting down – she has to look up in order to talk to me.

- Pretty. - I break the rules again, and praise again.

She tries to shake her head, a "no", but there is no time, because my lips brush against her cheek, trace the sharp line of her jaw, and she is trembling again because of the slow caress before the real thing. She opens up her lips for me immediately, and I tilt my head a little to the right, so that our mouths can merge more easily.

Unlike you, she is a good kisser.

It probably is a matter of practice.

Yet, nothing in my life will ever compare to our kisses. I swear this to you.

When the kiss is over, she sighs, satisfied, and I pant a little, watching her turn playfully in the bed, winking at me, before showing me her slim back, her perfect, heart-shaped butt. She is readily placing herself on all fours on my bed, impatient again, and I smile more broadly.

- Head down, ass up! – I order, and she obeys with a giggle.

My hand slowly slides all over her back, tracing her spine, and she shudders with pleasure. I approach the bed more, and lean over her - my hand is placed on the small of her back, and my lips kiss over her naked shoulders and shoulder-blades. She purrs. I like that she is quite vocal about what she likes. You were always so very quiet during my petting...

I blink my bitterness away, and move my mouth, to kiss down, I kiss all over her skin, trailing her spine, leaving small wet kisses all along, and she moans for me, letting me know it feels good.

She looks good, even now; her butt is pretty, her skin is smooth, her pussy looks like an exotic peach now - the way she has brought her knees together makes it look plumper, and also causes her butt-cheeks to be more apart.

I am so tempted.

I wonder – did you hate it so much? The butt sex? All our sex?

You never told me.

Is this why you left?

My obsession with your body, with finding new ways to make you feel good?

I stifle a sob, I praise her instead, it is a force of habit, but my heart is bleeding:

- You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.