On the other end of the telephone line, her voice is playful. She sounds happy; she almost always sounds happy, and it is one of her most endearing traits. She tells him that she is what she is wearing is dull and unflattering. “Sweat pants, a t-shirt from Disney, and a pair of old work boots.”
“If I were with you,” he says, “I would want you to take everything off. Everything except the boots.”
She laughs. “The boots? You want me to leave the boots on?”
“Yes. I want you to leave the boots on, and then I would lick you.”
“But why with the boots? They’re not sexy at all. If they were nice thigh-high leather boots, OK. Or if they were a pair of sexy high heels, I could understand. But these are just ordinary, ugly work boots.”
“And you wear them often, right?”
“Almost every day,” she says.
“Perfect. So let me tell you what I want. I want you to lie down on your back, wearing nothing but those boots. I want you to spread your legs. Then I’ll kneel between your thighs. I’ll move very slowly, bringing my lips closer and closer to your body, letting the anticipation build. I’ll make you wait for it: I’ll make you wait, and with every second that passes, you’ll become more and more wet. You’ll know how good it’s going to feel. Finally, I’ll press my lips against you. I’ll kiss your clit, and then I’ll begin to suck you. I’ll suck you very gently at first, letting you relish the feeling of my lips. Then I’ll begin to lick you. I’ll tease your pretty little clit with the tip of my tongue, quick little flicks that make you want more, so much more. Then I’ll press the flat of my tongue against you. I’ll take long, slow strokes over your clit, and then I’ll work my way back down, pushing my tongue against your swollen lips. Pushing my tongue inside you, inside your hole, in and out. I’ll taste your excitement. I’ll taste the wetness spilling out of you, and it will taste heavenly. I’ll reach up with one hand, and I’ll slide one finger inside you. Then, as you begin to moan, I’ll pump that finger in and out, and I as do, I’ll begin sucking your clit again. And as I do, I’ll look up at you. You’ll watch me, licking and sucking, and as you look into my eyes, you’ll see the intensity of what I’m feeling: The ecstasy, the lust, the desire. And in that moment, as you look down at me, down at your body, do you know what you’ll suddenly notice? You’ll notice the one thing that does not belong in this picture: Your boots. Your dull, boring, unsexy, unstylish shoes. You’ll notice, but you won’t care. It will feel too fucking good, and you won’t care. And later, after you cum, as we lie side by side, holding each other, you will wonder: Why did he want me to wear the boots?
“That night, you won’t know. You won’t know until the next day. The next day, on your way to work, you’ll be sitting on the subway, and you’ll look down at the floor. And that’s when you’ll see your shoes: those same, unstylish shoes, the boring shoes that you wear every day. When you see those shoes, you’ll remember the night before. You’ll remember how you were wearing those shoes when I licked you. You’ll remember my face pressed between your thighs. You’ll remember my finger inside you, and you’ll remember my tongue inside you. You’ll remember the look in my eyes. You’ll remember how crazy you make me, how happy you make me.
“Every time you look down at your feet, every time you look down at those shoes, you’ll remember.”
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