Days of Desire

by India T. Norfleet

  “No problem darling, anything for one of my favorite customers.” She praised as she took Cassandra's jacket and boots off then helped her into the pedicure chair.

  “Are you getting the usual mani and pedi with shellac?”

  “I sure am.”

  “Awesome. I’m going to get the pedicure basket; I'll be right back. Would you like tea or water?”

  “No thank you.”

  “Okay, be right back.” Five minutes later, Shantina came rushing from the supply closet.

  “Cassandra, I'm sorry but I have to go. My grandmother has to be rushed to the hospital and the doctors won't give me any information over the phone.”

  “Oh no. I totally understand; I hope everything’s okay.”

  “Listen, I’ll reschedule you for tomorrow and give you half off for your inconvenience. But since you’re already here, our masseur, Roman can get started on your pedicure if you’re comfortable. I’ll still discount your services at half price and finish taking care of you when you return tomorrow.” Shantina declared as she rushed to gather her belongings and clean up her work area.

  “Whatever is easier for you. As long as he's good, I have no problem with it.”

  “He's awesome. I’ll vouch for him. He can do everything but design your toes.”

  “Okay, I'll try him out.”

  “Good choice, I’ll send him right over. I promise I'll call you tomorrow and get you back in here at whatever time is good for you.”

  “Tina, we’ll talk later. Go see about your grandmother.”

  “Thank you.” Tina hugged her, yelled something to Roman then ran out the door.

  ******

  “Good evening beautiful. I’m Roman; I’ll be taking care of you this evening. Can I get you anything to drink before we get started?”

  Hubba Hubba! Rust complexion and hazel eyes, stop drooling Cassandra. Where were you when I was in the lobby masturbating? Good Lord, I have to get my remote.

  Straight away, she squeezed her thighs together to keep from stimulating her clit but it was too late, she was throbbing and her thong was soaked.

  “Cassandra?”

  “Huh? Uh, no I’m fine thank you.”

  “Okay, let's get started then.”

  Pulling up a stool, he sat down, placed the wicker basket on the table next to the pedicure bowl then tested the water temperature.

  “Would you like me to warm the water for you?” Roman asked as his hand grazed her ankle.

  “Yes please.”

  Roman turned on the hot water and said, “Tell me when.”

  A few moments later, Cassandra said, “Okay, you can turn it off now.”

  “I’m going to place this towel over your legs just in case your dress rides up, okay?”

  “Thank you.”

  “No problem.”

  Starting with her left foot, Roman removed her oil polish, clipped, and filed her toenails. He had just finished clearing the dead skin when the receptionist headed toward them.

  “Excuse me, Roman I'm getting ready to call it a night as soon as my ride arrives. I already did most of the closing duties for you and locked the front door since I noticed you parked in the back.”

  “Okay, thank you Michelle. Have a good night.”

  “Anytime Roman; you too.”

  OMG, I'm stuck in this shop with this fine ass man alone? Lord give me strength. At least he's almost done.

  As soon as Roman placed his warm hands filled with lotion on Cassandra's leg, she realized she was in trouble. Unfortunately, he was nowhere near done with her.

  “Are you okay?” Roman asked when she jumped at his initial contact. He seemed more amused than concerned.

  “Y-yes, I'm fine.”

  “Yes, you sure are.”

  “I'm sorry, what was that?”

  “I said, you sure are fine.”

  “Oh, thank you.”

  Roman took his time massaging the lotion on her legs and feet, making sure to coat every inch of her soft, toffee-hued skin. Reaching for her purse, she pulled it into her lap then eased her hand inside for the remote to her vibrator. Annoyed that it had somehow gotten lost in her purse, she sat it back down, sighing heavily.

  “Everything okay?” He asked while massaging the ball and heel of her feet.

  “Yes, why do you ask?” Cassandra raised a brow suspiciously.

  “Because you seem annoyed that you couldn't get the remote to the vibrator from your purse.”

  “I just…wait what?” Did he just say…

  “I can get it for you if you like.” Roman looked up and held her gaze until she blushed and severed eye contact.

  How in the hell does he know I have this damn vibrator? What the hell; this could be fun.

  “Uh, okay!”

  Wiping the lotion from his hands, Roman looked inside of the huge purse, which she held out to him, locating the remote on the first try.

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem. Here, let me turn it on for you. That way you can just sit back and finish enjoying your pedicure.”

  Before Cassandra could respond, Roman had turned the remote on the third speed, sat it in his lap, and began working lotion up toward her thick thighs instead of down toward her feet which was the direction he was going in before.

  Ohhhhh yes, this feels soooo good. I wish he would just go up a little bit higher.

  As if reading her mind, he slowly massaged his way up her creamy thighs. Locking eyes with her, he silently asked for permission to go all the way. When she exhaled and her eyes closed, he inched his way underneath her dress and didn't stop until his hands graced her wet thong. A shiver ran up her spine, transformed into tiny sensations and traveled throughout her body.

  Grinning mischievously, Roman stood, walked across the room, washed his hands and disappeared into the back. A few minutes later, he returned with a hot towel and a compact radio. Plugging it in, Roman pressed play on the CD and “Pretty by The Weekend” began to filter through the small speakers. Crossing the room, he sat down and draped the hot towel over her legs and feet. Before her right foot could touch the hard surface of the bottom of the bowl, Roman held it up to his lips and sucked her big toe into his mouth.

  “Oh my god!”

  While going from one toe to the next, he grabbed the remote and dialed the vibrator up two speeds then massaged her feet until her body began to quiver.

  “Ohhhh.”

  Exquisite tremors of pure bliss started to flood her body and course through every single nerve ending. When Roman finally made it to Cassandra’s left foot, she was squirming about and gripping the hard handles of the chair, begging to achieve an orgasm and nut her out of her misery. Noticing she was ready to explode at any moment, he quickly released her feet, tossed her shaking legs up over his shoulders and pulled her to the edge of the seat. Shoving Cassandra's thong to the side, Roman turned the vibrator up to the highest speed then dipped his head between her thighs and slowly drug his long tongue from her clit to her anus. Again, he repeated the act but went in a little deeper. Long, sweet licks turned into languidly slow sucks of her slippery pussy lips.

  “Roman, don’t stop please. Please!” Cassandra’s screamed loudly.

  Parting her lips with his tongue, he dipped deep inside of her pussy and tongued the end of the vibrator so it would start to rotate the sensations. Switching to an in and out motion he laid his tongue on her throbbing clit and circled it until her grasp on the armrests began to weaken. The contact of his wet tongue combined with the vibrations was just what she needed to explode.

  “Oh fuck!” She screamed then slammed her eyes shut.

  Cassandra’s entire body quivered and constricted. Her toes curled and shooting stars burst behind her eyelids. “Yesssss.”

  Shortly after the beautiful orgasmic feeling started to subside, she finally opened her eyes and was face-to-face with Roman. Somewhat embarrassed, she quickly averted them to the radio across the room. Gently, he turned her head back to fac
e him.

  “If you’re embarrassed, you have no reason to be. The world would be a better place if people gave into their desires. You’re absolutely beautiful. Even more so when you’re coming undone - quite the sight to behold, sexy.”

  “Thank you.”

  “How did you enjoy the Roman Special?”

  “I enjoyed it very much. How did you know I had a vibrator?”

  “I stepped into the storage closet behind you because my phone reception was bad. When I saw you, I forgot who I was trying to call. So, I watched you until Michelle interrupted. If she hadn't when she did, I would’ve pulled you in there and had my way with you.”

  “I wish you had.”

  “The night is still young. I can make every one of your wishes come true if you're ready to let me continually fill your body with pleasure until the sunrise.”

  “I'm ready. I'm so ready.”

  “I hope you’re ready for one hell of a night.”

  The Voyeur Room

  “Hello all you naughty sex-crazed fiends, welcome back to the Voyeur Room!” Renee Smith, the strikingly petite, dark-skinned owner of the hidden paradise announced into the free-standing microphone with pure glee. The energetic, hormonally driven, masked crowd went wild with applause and cheers. The small private, blue and gold accented underground 60 seat theater was packed to capacity as the sea of veiled patrons excitedly waited for the scandalous night to begin. Every other Monday and Wednesday evening, Renee opened the underground theater, which had been constructed under her restaurant, The Harbour Bistro, to a small exclusive group of men and women.

  “Alright, as you all know, tonight is Moan for me Monday, so get ready to moan with tonight's act, numbers seven and thirteen.”

  The audience turned around in their seats to see who the lucky paired couple of the night would be. From opposite sides of the theatre, the pair came into view.

  “Ivy and Hassan, come on down and take your positions.”

  Again applause filled the room as a tall, deep chocolate man with amazing pecks and a sandy brown woman headed for the circular bed which was on the stage, draped in red satin sheets.

  “Remember, the only rules are to never remove your masks and to make us cum long and hard right along with you.”

  “Yeahhh! Came the horny crowd’s response along with whistles and moans of pleasure. Enjoy my loves. As usual, masturbation and orgy style sex is allowed while watching the show.” Renee grinned and winked before she sauntered over to the glass wall unit, pressed the play button on the surround sound stereo system, and exited stage left. Immediately, “Soulful Moaning” by Dale began floating through the huge Samsung floor speakers just as the sexy piece of hot chocolate swooped down on his partner, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her the rest of the way to the stage.

  After gently positioning his partner in the center of the king sized bed and removing their contestant numbers, Hassan slowly undressed the smooth soft, hourglass-shaped beauty then patiently waited while she returned the favor. While doing so, she couldn't help but shiver slightly in silent excitement at his well-toned abs and the girth of his stiff ten inches. Now completely naked, Ivy ran her hands down Hassan's solid chest when a low moan escaped her soft, full lips. After she had her fill, he gently laid her on her back and opened her legs until she was spread eagle style near the edge of the bed. He didn't know why but his urge to sink inside of this woman was so strong it was almost overwhelming. He'd never experienced this sense of urgency and absolute desire before.

  Reaching across her centerfold approved body for the glass bowl of melted bakers chocolate that sat on the heart-shaped table by the bed, he drizzled the warm dessert topping all over Ivy’s luscious body. Starting at her toes, Hassan took his time slowly licking and sucking every drop of chocolate that warmed Ivy's wanton body while utilizing his hands to entirely caress her slightly trembling thighs.

  Ivy had never had a partner who was so focused on the miniscule yet very important details of properly preparing a woman for ecstasy. She couldn't remember ever becoming so aroused or wet so fast in her 32 years of life. The sheer feeling of being so close to sexual bliss had Ivy clinching the sheets for dear life. She attempted to close her shaking thighs over Hassan's roaming fingers, but he was having none of that as he grabbed her hands and thighs, intertwined them, and held them together as he continued his journey to the flowing valley of honey between her thighs.

  Once he was content with her body's reaction to him, he began a trail of butterfly kisses up her thighs until he was mere inches away from her soaked welcoming lips. Hastily, he slipped his tongue inside of her encircling her sweet tasting clit before continuing to her stomach then her beautiful, full breasts and pebbled peaks. He gently sucked and swirled his tongue slowly around her nipples, kissing them ever so lightly with just enough pressure for her breathing to instantaneously transform from slow controlled intakes of air to deep moans and naughty jumbled words of pleasure. Soon her groans filled the theater as he rapidly found his way back down to her slippery folds then slipped his tongue inside her soaked haven.

  At once, Ivy cradled Hassan's head as he zealously licked, swirled, and glided his tongue deeper and deeper. While savoring the fervent gratification, Ivy turned her head slightly. Right before she closed her eyes again, she glimpsed a woman sitting on a man's face while he held her in place and ate her pussy until she squirted all over his face. The man sitting to the left of them had been sucking on her toes. The sight intensified her already heightened pleasure. Hassan tormented his quivering prey into an orgasm that began in her toes and tore through her entire body.

  “Ohhhhh yesssss!” Gripping the cool sheets with one hand and digging her nails in Hassan’s shoulder with the other, she screamed as she came all over his tongue.

  While Ivy was still encountering orgasmic tremors, Hassan hid a naughty grin as he turned Ivy over and helped her to her knees. As the crowd looked on, he slipped his granite hardness deep inside of her from behind.

  ******

  “Ms. Decker?”

  “Yes Trisha, go ahead.”

  “Your one o'clock is here.” Her assistant informed her over the intercom.

  “Okay, send him back.”

  “Will do.” Mackenzie pulled her company's brochure and menu for her last client of the day before lunch, and set everything on her cherry wood finished desk just as he entered her office.

  “Mr. Alexander, hello.” Mackenzie stood, walked over to the extremely handsome man, and extended her hand.

  “Please, have a seat.”

  Oh lord, please forgive all this sinning that's going through my mind right now!

  “Thank you and please call me Michael.” He said accepting her hand in greeting.

  “Okay Michael.” Mackenzie smiled as she took her seat behind her desk then removed her appointment book from her top drawer.

  “Thank you for choosing Delicious Morsels to cater you event. How did you hear about us?” She asked while trying not to linger too long in his gaze.

  “I was referred by a family member and had an opportunity to taste your desserts as well.”

  As soon as the sentence left his mouth, he realized how suggestive it sounded. And from the brief glance at his lips, do did Mackenzie.

  “Uh, okay, great.” Mackenzie awkwardly smiled at him, trying to ward off the brief spark of sexual tension.

  “So, w-what is the date, time, and special event that you would like us to cater?” She was slightly flustered.

  “It’s Saturday, July 19th for my mother's 50th surprise birthday dinner. Michael responded trying not to stare at Mackenzie's full, plum painted lips and the rest of her bountiful assets.

  Those lips, that body. I know that body but from where? And why do I want to take her right here on her desk.

  “Oh okay, wonderful. I’m honored you selected us to cater such a significant occasion.” Mackenzie smiled while shuffling through her desk calendar until she reached July, searching for
availability.

  “Well Mr., I mean Michael, you're in luck. That day is available, what time will you be needing our services?”

  “The gathering is scheduled for 6:30 p.m.”

  “Alright, all we need now is a $100 deposit and you're all set.”

  “Do you accept cash?”

  “Yes we do.”

  “Here you are.” Cameron peeled off five, crisp $20 bills then handed them to her.

  “Thank you. Here is your receipt, menu choices, as well as our company policies. We’ll go over your menu two weeks before the event. Oh, let me get you our cake referral form. If you fill out the name of the family member who referred you as well as your name, you’ll receive $100 off this event plus you both will be discounted $150 toward the next affair you book with us.” Mackenzie informed him as she stood and walked over to her file cabinet.

  Michael shamelessly followed Mackenzie's familiar curves with a frown as she crossed the room. He was beyond annoyed that he couldn't place this woman. While leaning over the drawer to grab the sheet of paper she was in search of, her blouse slid up slightly, revealing a lion cub tattoo at the small of her back.

  “It's you.” Michael's voice was barely audible.

  “I'm sorry, can you repeat that?”

  “It's you, from the Voyeur Room.”

  “Uh, you must have me mistaken for someone else.” Mackenzie countered, averting her eyes to the file in her hand. Unexpectedly, her hands became damp and uncooperative, as the thick file slipped from her grasp and the contents spilled onto the floor.”

  “Mackenzie is it? Michael asked as he knelt to retrieve the papers. Well, it's much more fitting than Ivy; an Ivy would have absolutely nothing on you. Regardless, you can pretend all you want that you have no idea what I'm talking about. On the contrary, the minute your little tat was exposed, I knew exactly who you were. I licked chocolate sauce from every inch of your body. Therefore, I know it extremely well. In fact, I’ve committed to memory every detail and sound you made while in the heat of ecstasy. Therefore, can we cut the bull and move on to possibly going on a first date?”