I’ve been reluctant to release what transpired between Kita and myself. We’ve come so far on this odd journey and I never expected this outcome in a million years at my age.
But the blog isn’t going to write itself and I pride myself in telling the raw truth about the experiences in my life. I appreciate you taking the time to read my blog and follow this long series. I’m eager to see where this will all go from here.
We’ve been closed for twenty minutes and now I have to go through the whole spray tanning tutorial with this little doll. I don’t mind because I like her.
We walk back to the room and she’s looking adorable in the little robe. I can tell she’s more drunk now but giggly and having fun with her night here at the salon.
We go back to room eight and I have to explain to Kita how to do the spray tanner.
Room 8. The Versaspa.
She’s standing in front of me in the tiny robe and I have to show her the poses that she has to do in the booth to make it work.
“Okay, what do I have to do?”
She’s standing in front of me in a closed salon. There is no one else but us on Earth in Philly right now.
I have to serve my client.
I start to show her the poses she has to do in the booth as the recorded lady’s voice commands her.
I tell her that the key to a great spray tan is “Follow directions.”
She giggles, and as she follows me in the poses (Vogueing dance)
In that moment the robe gave away and opened. (Or, Kita let it open…)
She spreads her arms apart and the robe opened and her breasts popped out. Her dark brown nipples are angry to see me, and the little trim swatch of hair above the plump cleft between her legs looks happy to see me.
At least that was my take on this sudden awkward nudity between me and a client/friend.
My mind races back to the events of the previous week, where I ravished her in the gym. I’m sure she’s thinking about the same event. My heart is pounding and I can feel my cheeks flush with excitement.
“Oops! Sorry! (Clutches the robe shut) You like my legs?” (posing)
“You’re always mentioning how great my legs are.”
For some weird reason I’m remembering rule number 3 here at the salon. (You’re available… but not available)
“You really think I’m pretty?”
“I think I’m fat and ugly, and Steve doesn’t want me because of that.”
“I… I think you’re beautiful, Kita.”
“Fuck you. I see the way you look at me.” (She’s never cursed in front of me before)
“I have to admit I love women’s legs. I’m a leg man. You’re legs are exquisite, Kita ”
“They’re perfect. Everything on you is perfectly proportioned. Thighs firm and lean, lovely knees and amazing dramatic calves and lean ankles. That’s all it takes.
“You’re a leg man? I’ve never heard of that. So instead of tits and ass you like girls because of their legs?”
Kita bent her leg forward and marked a pose. “Do you want to kiss my leg? If you love my legs so much you’ll do it.”
I can’t believe my good fortune. My heart is pounding. I say nothing and obey. I knelt before my little queen. My left hand gently reached behind and held her thigh and my right hand grasped her calf. I am honored to be here today. This shouldn’t be happening. My left hand slides down the back of her thigh and I can feel the two connecting hamstring tendons behind her knee. It’s warmer there than the rest of Kita’s leg.
I place the kiss on her patella knowing my hands have already stolen so much more from this young woman I adore. I kiss along her thighs and I am in heaven. Her caramel skin is so soft and smells straight from the bath fresh.
She steps away from me and I think she wants me to stop.
There’s a small vanity across from the spray booth room.
She backs into it and hops up on top of the counter. The robe opens again and she spreads her legs.
“Do you want to kiss me down there again? I can’t stop thinking about what we did… I know you want to.”
Without a word I simply got down on my knees and went down her like a starving wolf. That sweet incision with that small brush of hair upon her mons venus.
Kita’s moans echoed through the empty salon. Sounds never heard before in this place of business until a week ago. Kita wriggled around my swirling tongue. Her moans became high-pitched squeals and she shuddered and pushed my face from her sopping vulva.
I looked up her smiling face.
“Fuck me.” She commanded. Her dark, almond eyes twinkling with drunken lust.
I quickly lost my shoes and pants. Ready to go like a Saturn 5 rocket, I slowly ease into her sex. She gasps as I begin to move inside her. Kita wraps her lovely legs around me. She extends her slender arms out and holds me behind my neck.
“Fuck me hard. Hurt me.”
Within minutes we are bucking on each other like rutting dogs. Kita is moaning and her eyes are rolling back as she shudders again and again beneath my insistent thrusting into her tight, juicy pussy. “Oh… I’m coming again!” She’s so tiny my cock can’t go all the way inside her without slamming into her cervix.
“Give it to me, daddy.”
I ram it into her as if I’m trying to fuck her back to China.
Kita is squealing and I can feel my climax beginning to roar towards my groin like a freight train coming off the tracks.
I pull out and my member springs up like a diving board. Three powerful bursts strike Kita’s face, breasts and belly. A beautiful, messy mosaic of life.
The salon swirls around me in a blur of orgasmic release.
She flops against the wall. Glistening with sweat and semen that create a lovely sheen on her tan body. Fluid runs and drips from her, splashing the counter top.
I grab one of the little yellow towels on the sink and begin to clean her up. Kita is panting and smiling. Her eyes blinking as if still trying to process what she just encountered.
It’s funny that during this entire tryst I never thought to kiss her. It wasn’t a romantic encounter. It was a transaction. A debt that needed to be paid. But I was pleased beyond words to be her creditor. (Or her mine!)
“Oh my God. You’re amazing. I really needed that, Charles.”
“The pleasure was truly all mine. You’re like a fantasy come to life my dear.”
“Thank you! she giggled, pulling the little robe around her lithe body.
“Ready for that spray tan?”
This has been one of the most amazing, unexpected, game changing moments in my lucky life.
This song says it all…
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