The Taste of Red!

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“A café?”

“A café with great food and mesmerising hot chocolate”

I drove him to this beautiful place in South Delhi. He was already astonished with my driving skills still this was not enough for me. My choice has to be classy for a man in his white shirt, black jeans along with his long grey jacket paired with those grey boots.

I couldn’t put my eyes off from him. So do the other women around us. I wasn’t jealous as the best man was my date for that night. I was proud.

“You are plain.”sitting across the table his words stunned me for a while.

I looked at myself there was nothing I could call myself plain for. I had a beautiful black dress with a beige overcoat paired with those long black leather boots. I believed myself to be perfect for the date.

I couldn’t bear with his so called compliment. It takes an effort for a lazy ass like me, to get out of my comfort zone in this bitter cold. I did my best to give him a nice taste of Delhi after his all international tours.

Furiously I asked him, “What is plain for you?” He judged me by my face which had no makeup. He was certain that I am an amateur to date a manly man like him.

A man with numerous affairs without any commitments. He was afraid if I will lose myself to him and would regret later. He lives a life without any drama.

Though he admired my idea of having a sober date. Something he has never opted for. The magnetic pull of getting high which often resulted in fucking hard was the perfect date for him. While listening to his messy habits and watching him in his all sophisticated self was a treat for my eyes.

He even made it hard for me to sip on my creamy hot chocolate. His complaint or compliment was not at all an interruption in my fictional world.

I felt like deceiving him on my part. Keeping him unaware from my wild and nasty thoughts about him. I decided to give him a true taste of mine concealed under this plain cut.

Soon I stood up, extended my hand forward. His warm soft hands held mine. He was clueless as I was leading him. I knew every bit of this place, it wasn’t hard to draw him out of the crowded café.

I locked us in the washroom. He didn’t expect such a bold move out of me and especially without being high.

“I wanted to kiss you, that’s it.”

I didn’t hesitate for a single moment. I was eager to reveal the blunt me. The space was limited which eliminated the distance between our warm bodies. I held his face in my hands and our lips were locked as his tongue swung into action. I revealed my passion in my kiss. I could feel his excitement.

We shed our overcoats together. He slid his hand onto my waist as he held me tight. He bend himself to kiss my neck.

“You are so desirable.”

From plain to desirable it was quite a journey. I was delighted. I pushed him backwards and asked him to stand on the pot.

It was an order he couldn’t resist and followed simply my instructions. Removed his boots and was standing as I wanted him to. I pulled him out of his jeans, “Sexy colour” as I complimented his red underwear. His manhood was taking a new shape. His face turned crimson.

I wasn’t expecting him to be hard all by himself. I pulled out his schlong in my hands with great ease. I grabbed his balls and squeezed them a bit. I bend down a bit to give them a nice lick. I took them one by once in my mouth and sucked them as if I had my favourite candies. I heard him moaning above my head.

I rolled my tongue all around salivating on his hard Peter. My hands were caressing his flesh as I sucked him. I made him go deeper in my mouth.

I sucked him for good ten minutes before he was ready to shoot. I pulled out and he was left hanging. It was the time to move my hands.

I grabbed his stick gently and made motions which made him throb wildly. I kept manipulating him till he blasted a load on my hands. His erection came off falling on my hands.

“You are perfect”,was all he could say while catching his breath.

My face wore a big smile hearing his words. I wanted him to say these priceless words since the beginning of our dating. Picking up the toilet roll I cleaned up the mess he created and asked him to take his time.

The next moment I was back in the cafe asking for a cheque at the counter as I paid for my date too. I believed in being generous too.

With all my shades still left to be discovered by him. I didn’t want to meet my date again. I handed over his red underwear at the counter in a paper bag and told the waiting staff to to give it to the guy when he returns from the washroom.

I wanted him to call me a wicked witch.