“The mask,” I pause as I step toward her. “Makes it better for me. It might make it better for you, but that’s not the point.”
She looks up at me. We are so close I can feel her breasts against me. “Why isn’t that the point?” She asks, and I can hear the annoyance in her voice. I grab her necklace in my fist and break it off of her neck.
She cries out in pain – it won’t be the last time this evening. “What the hell was that for?”
I throw her necklace onto the floor. “You said you wanted to experience something new. You said you had never experienced anything like this before.”
She looks up at me. The fire has gone out of her eyes. “You’re right, I did say that.”
“Take off your bra,” I tell her.
“Just my bra?”
“Do as I tell you!” I snap at her. She unhooks the bra and slides it down her right arm, then her left. She jerks it out of the top of her shirt and throws it on the floor. “Now what?” she asks.
“Take off your jeans,” I command her. “Slowly.”
I step back to get a better view. She traces her fingers, starting at her collarbone, and slowly – painful slow – over the curve of her breast. She flattens her hands and runs them down her abdomen to her hips. She lets her hands move to the inside of her thigh. I want her so bad it’s all I can do to not move. I watch her move her hand up beyond her thigh…close, so close, until she gets to the band of her jeans. She uses her left hand to unbutton the jeans while letting her right hand slip below the band of her jeans. I can’t see her fingers, but I know what she’s doing. I want her so bad I can taste it.
After an eternity her jeans finally fall to the floor revealing red panties. I can see her hand under her panties. “Stop,” I tell her, staring at her hand. She grins at me and doesn’t move her hand. I move toward her and grab her hand in one swift motion. I spin her around and clamp the mask on her face letting the strap snap the back of her head. I grab a handful of her hair pulling her close to me. I’m pressed against her back and I know she can feel how badly I want her.
“Are you ready?” I ask her in a pointless way. I don’t care and I wouldn’t hear her through the mask anyway.
I grab her breast and lean her over to give her a new experience she will always remember.
Fallout Fems in Oklahoma City by Subtle Shades Photography