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So it looks like you guys have the gym going.”
“Yea. We’re getting some people in for personal training now. Do you want to check it out?”
We walk to the front of the salon and into the gym. It’s quiet even the though the city is buzzing. There is a women’s march today and it’s restaurant week.
We walk into the gym together and look out the windows that face Walnut Street. I’m actually happy to be standing next to little Kita.
“Great view, Charles.”
“It’s nice here.”
She takes my hand as we gaze over the hustle and bustle of the best shopping district in Philly.
“I’ve missed you, Charles. You’ve been such a great force in my life.”
“Thank you. I like to help people, Kita. I like you.”
“I’m sorry I never texted you and sent pictures from Florida. I suck as friend!”
“Hey. It’s okay. You were busy with friends and family. Don’t worry about me. Look… I got an extra banana today at Wawa, I must have felt something.”
For once, I really meant that in that moment. I did. Delaney be damned. I was just happy to see her again. We have a little history.
Kita continued to gaze out the window over Walnut Street. She seemed to be searching for something to say.
I sat down on one of the square box things that people are supposed to be able to jump up on if they’re in shape. To me in this moment, it’s a chair.
“When I was away in Florida…”
“What is it, Kita? You can always talk to me. I’m your tanning counselor.”
She giggled. “Thank you for that… It’s just that you’ve been so good to me.”
“Well. that’s what friends do for each other, Kita. What’s up?”
“You gave so much to me and were so sweet to me.” She continues to gaze out over Walnut Street.
“I like you, Kita. You’re a nice girl.”
“But I was down in the keys in Florida an I thought about all these shitty boys in my life and how I struggle with them.”
“Well that’s called experience and growing up, Kita. You have to kiss the frogs to eventually meet your prince.”
“I know. But I don’t know what I’m doing and I make so many mistakes.”
“That’s part of growing up Kita. We’ve all had to go through it. I know it sucks.”
“But… it seems like when I’m with you it feels like how I want it to be with boys my age and it never is.”
“Awww… it’s because guys your age don’t know what they’re doing. They’re finding their way too.”
“I know but I want them to be like you to me.”
“I’m just happy to spend what little time I have with you. I just tried to show you how it should be, Kita.
“I never realized it until now, but now I know.”
“What do you know, Kita?”
“All of the sweet things you did for me are what dating me should be like. I never realized it while it was happening, but I woke up in Florida and realized it for the first time.”
“Okay.” (Finally playing into my dark wings)
I’m sitting on the cube and Kita approaches me.
She climbs onto my lap and kisses me deeply. Her tongue is hungry and busy. It’s as if she is searching for a lost toy in my mouth.
“I’ve missed you terribly, Kita”
“I’ve missed you too, Charles. I’m sorry.”
I kiss her neck and chest. My hands find her firm breasts and squeeze. Kita is a wonderful young girl. I love how she has so much virtue but yields to me.
I’m not preying on this little innocent angel.
She comes to me.
I’ve missed kissing my love. Her mouth is sweet and minty. I grab her hair and yank it back and she moans. I kiss her neck.
“Oooh be rough with me, Charles.”
(What the fuck is going on?)
I glance over to the counter and the salon is empty. I pull her top up over her head and suck her nipples. Her breasts are full and white. For a moment I realize that Kita tans with her underwear on. That’s weird. Most girls go au natural. I like the prude in Kita and that makes her tits even more desirable. Because I feel like I’m getting something I shouldn’t even be seeing.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
I have a brown nipple in my mouth. “I think you’re lovely Kita.”
“I think I’m ugly.”
“We’re celebrating your beauty right now, honey.”
Kita grabs my hand and shoves it down her pants. I feel a slight brush of pubic hair. (I love that.) Kita has left some of her womanhood behind. I love a hairy pussy because that’s there for a reason. The porn industry is a lie. Girls need to retain their pubic hair. Kita at least has some on the top.
My hand deftly caresses her soft vulva. My middle finger curls into her vagina. Kita throws her head back and moans. I keep looking through the little window of the salon to see if anyone has come in. It’s been dead, so I’m praying no one comes in.
“Oh… Your fingers feel so good in me, Charles.”
It’s weird to hear my former favorite client emit these words.
Right now she’s my favorite Number One client.
Kita is BACK.
I dig into Kita’s little mouth with my lips and tongue. It is the most passionate moment of the year. I can’t believe I’m ripping into this 21-year-old girl.
I rip off her tights. I look at the window and no one is in the salon.
I need to devour her.
She flops back onto the square like a rag doll. I pull her tights off and she spreads her delicious legs. She’s beautifully tan and her caramel thighs are firm and supple. Her pussy has a brush of hair on the top. But her plump labia are shaved. I push her thighs open wider and her vagina opens to me. Kita has a short hood over her clitoris and a pair of little labia minora that open to me as well. I gently roll her prepuce back with my thumb and lick her erect clitoris with my tongue.
I flick her stiff clit and suck and lick her delicious, salty slit.
I can’t believe this is happening!!!!
Kita gasps and squeals as I deliver her orgasm after orgasm, swabbing out her hot cunt with my mouth. Kita actually is a squirter and I accept her juice and lap it up.
I’m rock hard and want to fuck her right now but I have to be careful.
I can’t believe this is happening!!!!!!
I hear the door downstairs open and I pull my mouth way from Kita’s sweet, sopping little pussy with a wet smack.
I limp to the counter, grab a towel and wipe off my face.
I send the client to a sun bed. They have no idea what’s going on in the gym.
I return to Kita.
“Oh my god. That was amazing. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“It’s okay, baby.”
I kiss Kita deeply and run my hand along her firm tanned thigh. I find the moist junction between her legs and caress her juicy slit again.
“I like when you touch me like that, Charles.”
I kiss her again. Her lips are sticky.
“Look… I’m confused, Charles.”
“Don’t be. You’re just living your life.”
“No. I really like Steve and I’m not over my ex but I can’t stop doing stuff with you.”
“I should go.”
Sadly, in this moment I realized I may have groomed this confused girl into sex with me and left her to figure out real world relationships.
Things could always be worse.
Am I worse?
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