A tone sounds twice over the music.
Madison looks up and says between breaths, "What is that?"
"I don't know." I answer meeting her inquisitive gaze.
She smiles a bright pink. The smile vanishes as lips return to latex. Press, relax, stroke, separate, and hold. An orchestration of unconscious skill, driven by a desire to please. This artistic work is has a very appreciative audience.
The tones sounds again.
"Is that your cell?"
"No, can't be, I've got everything set to vibrate."
She takes a breath and returns, blond hair cascades over my abdomen, caressing with every movement of her head. I lay back in the abundance of pillows and smooth sheets, wishing for a mirror. My hand is against her back feeling her trapezius, and shoulder, and I press it against her spine, not satisfied to be just the audience, I need to help create, to participate, to join. She wraps her legs around mine, and her heat is evident.
I never want her to leave my touch, but as I glance at the clock I realize I can gratification can no longer be delayed, and I wish I had more then half an hour with her.
As we clean up the tones sound again, "Maybe it's the air conditioner." and she plays with the controls. I study her face carefully as we chat about the evening. There is a hidden intelligence behind her understated beauty.
She escorts me to the exit. I thank the lovely attendant, and carefully kiss Madison goodbye.
As I walk down the street I hear the tones again. I check my phone. I have two messages:
Message 1:
Hi, this is Carman Fox & Friends. The girl you had reserved hasn't
shown up at the Den yet. Please call us soon!
Message 2:
Hi, this is Carman Fox & Friends again. We were able to have Madison
come in for you. It can only be a half hour session. We hope she
suits you!
Super Madison to the rescue. A superhero suits me just fine, thanks CF&F.
Madison looks up and says between breaths, "What is that?"
"I don't know." I answer meeting her inquisitive gaze.
She smiles a bright pink. The smile vanishes as lips return to latex. Press, relax, stroke, separate, and hold. An orchestration of unconscious skill, driven by a desire to please. This artistic work is has a very appreciative audience.
The tones sounds again.
"Is that your cell?"
"No, can't be, I've got everything set to vibrate."
She takes a breath and returns, blond hair cascades over my abdomen, caressing with every movement of her head. I lay back in the abundance of pillows and smooth sheets, wishing for a mirror. My hand is against her back feeling her trapezius, and shoulder, and I press it against her spine, not satisfied to be just the audience, I need to help create, to participate, to join. She wraps her legs around mine, and her heat is evident.
I never want her to leave my touch, but as I glance at the clock I realize I can gratification can no longer be delayed, and I wish I had more then half an hour with her.
As we clean up the tones sound again, "Maybe it's the air conditioner." and she plays with the controls. I study her face carefully as we chat about the evening. There is a hidden intelligence behind her understated beauty.
She escorts me to the exit. I thank the lovely attendant, and carefully kiss Madison goodbye.
As I walk down the street I hear the tones again. I check my phone. I have two messages:
Message 1:
Hi, this is Carman Fox & Friends. The girl you had reserved hasn't
shown up at the Den yet. Please call us soon!
Message 2:
Hi, this is Carman Fox & Friends again. We were able to have Madison
come in for you. It can only be a half hour session. We hope she
suits you!
Super Madison to the rescue. A superhero suits me just fine, thanks CF&F.