Going Up

He frowned. "So why aren't you wearing it?"

"I wanted to thank you," she said. She crossed the room, draping her arms around his neck. Pressing her firm, high, round breasts into his pleated shirtfront, she kissed his lips, gently at first, and then more firmly.

He drew back. "This isn't necessary," he told her. "I didn't expect you to-"

"I know," she replied, kissing him again. "I want to."

Her hands traveled down his back, gliding over the taut muscles beneath the silk fabric of his shirt and the fine wool trousers. Through the dark fabric, she gave his tight buttocks a playful squeeze. She opened her mouth. Her tongue, wet and tender, slid between his lips, probing the interior of his mouth.

Charlie's penis swelled, stiffening. The fly of his trousers bulged. As if she were aware of this transformation, Siren's hand cupped his genitals, squeezing them gently but insistently, and they responded to her touch, his prick enlarging further and his tightening scrotum rising. She let her tongue slide back through his lips, trailing a thin strand of saliva. Her hand gave his burgeoning cock another, firmer squeeze. "What did you think, when you first saw me naked, with my little 'secret' exposed?" Siren asked him. Her voice was soft and seductive, a wanton whisper. "Were you excited to see a chick with a dick? Did you like what you saw?"

Charlie gulped. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. "Yes," he admitted. "Very much. I mean, I'm not-you know, gay-but-"

She stilled him, placing a forefinger against his lips. "I know," she said.

"You're beautiful," he said. "Exotic."

"Do you want me?"

He nodded. His voice still raspy, he said, "Yes."

"Would you like me to suck your cock?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to fuck my ass?"

"Please."

"Come on, then, my knight in shining armor." She took him by the hand and led him across the den and into the bedroom. "Let's make love."