Her tongue occupies the area where my clit had been minutes before as she sucks my juices that had gathered there, before pulling them from her mouth....Standing up, she straddles me on the chaise, lifting her skirt. “Taste me!” she orders. “I don’t know how.” I utter, “I’m not a lesbian, or bisexual.” “I’ll teach you.” She whispers. Nervous, but wanting to comply, she shimmies over my head. Her skirt makes a hidden cover around my face. She lowers her snatch to my mouth. I have no other choice. ’My mind heard the whisper."No."I felt a grin spreading across my face."You made my day." We made an appointment for lunch on Tuesday.She ordered me to show up without my pantiesand wearing a skirt.I got a dizzy feeling.Was she serious or playing with me? I dawdled around the house and procrastinated until the last minute.There werebutterflies in my stomach.There were three outfits on the bed and I couldn't up my mind.Theclock was ticking.Finally, I decided on a tank top, fitted skirt. I am sure I could coat the walls with cum tonight. I needed to get out and hump something or I was going to die soon."Okay, so where is this place you wanted to go?" I asked trying to make my voice sound calm and even. My legs were getting wet from my body producing lubrication."Its just over there" she said pointing as her soft hand grabbed mine. I felt my heart surge even more. We stood up and my legs felt weaker than before. As we walked I realized where we were going, the Salon. I wanted to. She put her finger at the entrance of my ass and slowly wiggled it in."You haven't had anything back here, ever?" she asked."No, nothing," I replied."I'm going to touch your prostate now," she said.I felt an odd feeling in my pelvis, almost like I was starting to pee.The pressure increased. It felt like I was coming. My cock was jerking. Ilooked down. Cum had appeared in the condom. She continued to press, andbegan to move her finger from side to side, then front to back. Thesensation of coming.