Sensually Clear

“It was very nice to meet you today, Violet. Take my card with you and hit me up anytime. I want to see you again.” I accepted the card and admired his professionalism. Words were hanging in the air that we dared not say so soon, but I replied, “Thanks for the massage. Best one I’ve ever had. I’ll keep you in mind next time I need to be relaxed again.”

Grabbing my phone, I opened my favorites and hit number one on the list, “Hello,” Chez answered. 

“Chez.” I could hear the bed head through the phone. I’m sure I was her alarm this morning. 

“Whassup, mama.”

“Are we still on for breakfast? I slowly got out through a yawn. 

“Yes bitch. I haven’t seen yo ass in forever and I’m hungry. I can tell you’re still in bed like me but we got about 5 more minutes to lay here then get up before our usual spot gets crowded. 

Deep sigh, “Okay girl. I’ll see you soon.”

“I’m leaving my house in 30 minutes.” I could hear Chez was now up, the shower coming to life in the background. 

“I always forget you’re a morning person. It doesn’t take you long to hop to it!”

“See you soon, girl. Get yo ass up!” 

“Ugh, fine bye.”

My attempt to stand quickly sat me right back on my ass. Daniel had me on all fours. Between balancing on that table, throwing it back, and the deep tissue massage, I needed another massage to work through the tension the last one caused. 

I slid down to the carpeted floor and searched my purse for his card. 

“So, you know my thighs are sore af, right?” I texted. Cryptic af.

As I stretched, I considered what his reply might be. He must fuck girls all the time at that damn spa. If he even replies as all. 

The alert of his reply brought a small smile to my face. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but who is this?”

Hm, okay, Daniel, safe response. 

“It’s Violet.”

“Good morning, beautiful. Let me help you out…”

We just met, and now my damn heart is beating fast over this nigga. I need to calm down. Inhale. Exhale. 

“I mean… I would like that. I haven’t made my next appointment yet, though.”

“Lol, you don’t need an appointment. I can make a house call.”

Grinning, my eyes rolled as I could feel the small swell of his reply beneath my pajama bottoms. Fanning myself, I locked my phone, deciding to get ready before I reply and sign this pussy over permanently. 

The beat of the warm water on my stiff muscles felt delicious. My thoughts drifted between what I was gonna throw on to leave and whether or not I would take him up on his offer. I mean, is he still a stranger? Hell yeah. Do I care? Hm. Knowing where someone works is something. Fuck. He was so gentle when necessary, and his hands… an audible moan for my shower head's ears only. I can’t be this fucking sprung off this man. 

I think hearing my voice say that out loud would help. He has to be fucking his other clients. I can’t expect anything from him with that type of job. But… we had a nice conversation during the second massage. We talked about sports, the city, hobbies, and our friends. He told me he visits his parents in Savannah often. He even disclosed that he stays in Marietta in the Hawthorne Homes complex. If I did allow him to come by, I could at least tell the cops where this nigga lives if some shit pops off. 

I let out a giggle because who am I fooling?

Even if nothing bad did happen, do I want to open my space to him?

Recalling his scent, that devilish smile, his deep, commanding voice, and the way he gripped my ass… He remained the same, maintaining the same energy throughout. He told me his purpose was to provide pleasure, and that stayed at the forefront of everything he did. 

Shifting the lever into the off position, I decided to speak to Chez first before accepting Daniel’s offer. 

“I’ll think about it,” a quick reply, so as not to be rude.

“Aight, Ms. Violet, let me know. I’m available this evening,” I didn’t put my phone down good before he shot me back a text.

~

The second time, a chiming bell has interrupted my quiet. Chaz was at my door, and I was still in a towel. Sure enough, I was met with criticism for not being ready to walk out the door. “Give me 10 minutes.”

“Girl, we spoke over an hour ago.”

“Ten minutes, Chez. That’s it.” I yelled, jogging back to my closet.

Thankful my skin was still a little damp, I slathered some sweet almond oil on my legs, feet, stomach, arms, and worked the excess into my ass cheeks. Stepping into my light-wash denim jeans, I jumped, pulling them in place. Pairing them with a white tank top, I grabbed my white and baby blue Nike dunks. Reentering my bathroom, I finished my face routine, making sure my curly braidout was still in place. 

“Come on, Chez, I’m fucking starving.” Catching the cookie monster red-handed as she smashed the last of my Verona strawberry cookies. 

“Bout fucking time. You only had like 3 cookies left in here.” 

“Yeah and it would still be 3 left if you ain’t just inhale them.”

“You did this to yourself, mama, you know how I am when I’m hangry. I’m saving you the headache of having to deal with that.”

Chez is my oldest friend and the one person for whom I would do anything. To still be friends so many years later and live in the same city is rare. She’s the one who taught me how to fight and how to kiss. We used to practice on each other so that we wouldn’t seem like amateurs when we finally had our official first kisses with the opposite sex. Chez was always ahead of her time.  She was the first one to bloom physically in our group, the first one to get her fake ID, and the first to lose her virginity. Chez always kept it real with me and has remained a true friend with a transparency like no other. She doesn’t sugarcoat shit, and I knew she would give me the real when it came to this Daniel situation. 

~

We cruised in her brand new cranberry-colored Maxima while I played DJ on the way to Grovers Pancake house. The familiar, warm greeting from our favorite waitress and hosts was one of the reasons I loved coming here. We sat across from each other in the well-worn butterscotch booth, glancing at the already memorized menu. 

“What can I get started for you?” Kali asked with pen and pad in hand. 

“I’ll take an orange juice.” 

I watched Chez as she described in great detail how she wanted her smoothie made. Her bright blue eyes peered at the ceiling as she recalled how she ordered it the last time. Chez’s golden brown skin and long, curly, blonde hair let you know that she was mixed, but her stripper built body let you know which parent was black. Ms. Juanita loved her white husband. Tom gives that woman the world, and if I ever get married, I would want a relationship like theirs. Chez always cracks me up with her bubbly, yet ratchet personality. My girl is gorgeous, inside and out. 

As we waited for our food, I gave Chez the rundown from my walk around the neighborhood, to finding the Spa, the tour, and finally, how I folded like a pretzel for a man I’d just met that same day. 

She sat there on the edge of her seat as I reminisced about him slurping the cum from my thighs and leaving nothing left but a juicy mess for clean up later. 

“Damn girl. How do you feel about his offer to come by later?”

“I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, I care about my safety.” We shared a laugh. “Like, am I being clingy? Am I a crazy customer? He didn’t even say I had to pay for this session.” “Shit girl, you want round two or nah? I can take a pic of his car and license plate when he stops by. I’ll sit outside or in another room if you want. You know I keep my piece on my at all times. 

“Chez, you tryin’ to kill a nigga?!" We giggled as Kali placed our food in front of us. 

“Listen, we gotta keep you safe. You seem like you really enjoyed that man, and if you desire round two, invite him over. Ask him your questions before you extend the invitation so that you can decide if you want him in your space. If he says something you don’t like, then leave him alone. But baby girl, I know you ain’t been getting consistent dick and I know that pussy is crying for attention.” I almost threw my eggs at her. 

“In all seriousness, though, what do you want?”

She was right. What do I want? 

I retrieved my phone from my bag and found our thread, “So these house calls…”

“….yes?” his reply. 

“Do they have the same amenities as the spa?”

“Yes, of course, I can bring you whatever bottle you want. I bring the massage table, oils, candles, anything you want…”

“And how much is this house call gonna cost me?”

“I’m not charging. I’m offering baby. The only thing I require is that you relax.”

I felt a tingle move through my hands. 

“You tell all your clients this?”

“I know this might sound funny, but many of my clients are older women. Ones who just want a young man to massage them or give a compliment or two. You’re the first client I’ve had this year who was under 45. 

Chez was now sitting next to me reading our back and forth while still cutting through her pancakes. 

“So this seems like it doesn’t happen as often as you thought.” She chimed in. 

“That’s surprising, I thought this would be a more frequent occurrence, the way you were hitting it.”

“Baby girl, my stroke game doesn’t have anything to do with that job.”

“Girl, you better tell that man to come over tonight and play in that pussy.” Chez nudged my shoulder. 

I looked her in her ocean hues, “I kinda like this nigga. I know it’s early, but I’m not gonna lie…”

“Then invite him over. He said his clientele are old Bettys.”

“Okay, okay.” I breathed and texted him the address. We agreed on 8:00 pm. 

~

Walking around my enclosed sunroom, I cleaned my space to prepare for our session. This was the perfect room to begin. After breakfast, Chez and I went to the mall, grabbed some coffee, and visited her parents. I’d been home for about an hour, and 8 o'clock was quickly approaching. 

After showering, I moisturized and put on a robe. No need to put on clothes, we know what this is.

The doorbell jingled at the same time Chez texted me, “Vi, he’s here. I know you told me he was fine, but damn.”

“I know. Lol. Make sure you take a pic of that license plate though.”

“I got you. Even got a pic of half his face. Have fun girl, call me tomorrow.”

“Aight, be safe going home.”

“I’m about to see what Rico is doing. You can’t be the only one having fun tonight 😜”

"Lol! Bye girl."

~

The deep purple silk robe was loosely closed. My ample cleavage was on full display for the guest of the hour. Opening the door, I’d forgotten how tall he was. Looking up into his deep mahogany eyes, he spoke first, “Whassup, gorgeous.” He handed me a bottle of Roscato.

“Hey, come in.”

Closing the door behind him, I directed him down the hall to my sunroom that doubled as a yoga studio. It was renovated with a mirrored wall, wood floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the backyard. Equiped with a steam machine, I could manipulate the temperatute of the room in minutes. The room housed counter space, a mini fridge, speakers and a couple yoga mats and yoga balls. 

“You can set up your table anywhere in here that you feel is a good spot. Do you need anything?

“This is nice. I’ll set up the table near this counter. Do you have some paper towels for me to set the oils on top of?”

“Sure, I’ll grab some.”

I returned to the sight of him pulling his black hoodie over his head. Beneath, a black undershirt, matching black joggers, and a lion tattoo on his right arm that I don’t remember from yesterday. 

The dial on the steamer’s yoga setting is 80 degrees. As the room warmed, I dimmed the lights down to the first setting. 

“So I think you enjoyed my playlist from yesterday, do you want me to choose tonight’s playlist, or do you want to share your taste with me?

“I’ll share.” Choosing my JBL Speaker as the main source of output, my “Let Me In” playlist began. 

Although my windows had no covering, the backyard was fenced in, and the privacy screen shielded us from the sight of any onlookers. 

I watched him set up. His eyes periodically glanced at me while he smoothed the bottom sheet into place on his travel massage table. 

“Are you sharing that Roscato tonight?”

“Oh shit, I almost forgot about it, let me go grab the glasses.”

Rounding the corner between the guest bathroom and the dining room, I passed through the space to the kitchen to retrieve the wine glasses. Stopping to check myself in a small mirror near the kitchen exit, everything looked to be in place. I decided not to put my hair up and allow Daniel to move my tresses wherever he pleased. 

Upon reentry, Daniel leaned against the counter, looking sexy as hell. His deep brown, almond-shaped eyes bore into me, causing me to feel the heightened tension in the room. 

I placed the glasses on the counter beside him, along with a corkscrew bottle opener.

He gestured toward me, “Here, let me open it, mama.”

Pouring a generous amount for us both, we each took a few sips, “Whenever you’re ready, lay down love.”

My robe pooled at my feet, leaving me in all my glowing goddess glory. Hopping up on the table, Daniel stood between my legs as we stared at each other. His eyes moved back and forth between my dark-lined eyes and luscious lashes to my full, pink lips.  “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes”

He leaned in slowly, planting a kiss. His lips are just as soft as mine. He drew back with his thick bottom lip pulled between his sparkling white teeth. We peered into each other’s eyes again before he moved his lips back toward my mouth to plant another slow kiss on me. His hands moved up my thighs, wrapping around my backside to pull me in closer.

I lifted my hands to the sides of his face to deepen our kiss. He took it as an invitation to slither his pointed tongue past my lips into my mouth. I returned the tongue action, exploring his mouth. It tasted like the sweet wine he'd just ingested.

He released a low moan, causing my legs to clench together. 

“Damn, baby. You’re making me want to do something else.”

“Naw, mama, I’m going to give you this massage first, we can take our time. Lay down for me.”

Summer Walker’s ‘Girls Need Love” came through the speaker softly in the background. 

“I want to try to the warming oil this time.”

“Aight. Any other requests?”

“Yeah. I want to use one of my yoga balls today.”

He looked confused for a moment.

“I’ll explain when the time comes.”

Daniel began his routine, similar to yesterday, at my neck and shoulders. I was on my stomach, this time, with no covering over my body. The room was warm and I felt very comfortable. 

“How’d you sleep last night?” he broke the silence.

“I slept well. Felt like a coma actually.” We shared a laugh.

“Same. You were my last client for the day. I went home and passed out. Definitely slept in late this morning.”

“At least you ain’t wake up sore.”

“True, but I’m gonna help you out with that.”

Daniel worked his way down my back. I was feeling like I was melting into the table. My body was so relaxed, my limbs felt boneless. He rubbed my ass, giving it a light smack.

“Damn girl. Ass so phat.”

I grinned. 

The playlist went from one soothing song to the next. I loved my playlist; it had no skips and all the feelings. 

Daniel spread my legs slightly and began kneading my inner hamstrings. My lips parted, and an audible moan escaped. 

“Is this where you’re sore?”

“Mmhmm.” My brows knitted together, my face twisted as he kept easing the tension from my body. The warming oil penetrated my muscles, relieving my soreness but also increasing my sensitivity. 

“Okay, love, let me know if the pressure becomes too much for you.”

His hands felt amazing. The music mixed with the wine was making me drift off a little. I was in my own, horny daydream when he tapped my calf, asking me to turn over. 

“Turn over baby girl.”

Once on my back, He began at my feet, kissing each fire engine red painted toe. Sucking them into his mouth.

Voilet, contain yourself, girl.

“Can I have another sip of wine?

He passed my glass and I took a gulp. My fucking pussy was wet, I was warm, and this wine had me in my feelings. 

Daniel pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on top of his bag on the floor. He also stepped out of his foam runners. Now standing at my feet, he was shirtless, joggers hanging low on his hips, body chiseled. 

That body will never get old. 

He resumed his technique, now working my quadriceps, that moan escaped me again. He bent my leg at the knee and moved it opposite my body to stretch my muscles, leaving my pussy wide open. A breeze snaked up my folds. What was even more satisfying was the obscene sound of my pussy lips parting. The squelch could be heard by me, and I’m sure by him. 

“Mhhmmm. She smells so good.” He said, flashing me that sexy ass smile. 

His digits glided to the inside of my thigh, teasing the inner crease softly. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I’m sure he could see my now glistening, no, leaking hole. 

“How does this feel?” He applied more pressure.

All I could do was whine and squeeze my eyes shut.

“Words ma.”

“It feels heavenly.”

“How about this?” His rough thumb grazed my swollen slit. He rubbed in a downward motion, increasing his pressure with each pass. 

Now louder, “Go-good baby. Pl-please, don’t stopp.”

He bent down to kiss my exposed neck, whispering, “Never.”

Now, face-to-face, I kissed his lips. He inserted a finger in my dripping pussy, and his mouth muffled my moans.

My hips jerked as his thumb went back to work on my nub while he added another finger. 

“Aah, fuck.” I was thrusting my hips, fucking his fingers back, chasing my nut that was on the edge of its seat. 

“Go grab one of those yoga balls.”

As Daniel retreated, he immediately placed his fingers in his mouth, turning to get the ball.

“Which one ma?”

“The blue one. Grab that turf mat too.”

I was on my feet quick. I needed to nut and stat.

Daniel brought the large turf mat over and placed the ball on top. I sat on the ball and instructed him to sit on the floor in front of me. Scooting the yoga ball as close as possible, I placed my legs over his shoulders.

“Ok, ma, I see you.” He wasted no time burying is face between my legs. 

I stretched out, my face looking toward the opposite way, upside down, and all I could do was scream as he held my thighs tightly and slurped from my leaky faucet. Since we weren’t on a bed, I didn’t have real leverage to run, no sheets to dig my fingers into. I grabbed onto my full titties, clawing into my skin, holding on for the second ride through another mind-blowing orgasm. 

“Fuck!” I belted through clenched teeth. Had the head been like this yesterday, because I don’t remember the desire to pull my own hair. 

“You’re drowning me baby," he confessed.

Panting now, this man dragged his pointed tongue from my grushy hole down to the hole below. I was now balancing on the ball with my hands planted on the floor, holding myself in place while he pushed my legs toward the ceiling. He never let me go, eating from every plate I had to offer. 

“Oooo, daddy. Right there, keep your tongue right there.”

“Mmm, Daddy? Is that right?”

“Fucking eat this pussy, daddy!”

“I’ll never stop, mama.” 

That shit sounded long-term. Those few little words brought me back to reality for a second. Could he be feeling me like I was feeling him?

I was losing balance and the room was going dark. 

“Let me down, baby.”

Daniel kissed my thighs, slowly helping me to lie on the floor. 

“Take them joggers off.”

He gave me a seductive smirk while he undressed. I lay on the floor, spent, but needy for more. My legs were wide open, displaying where I needed him to be.

Now naked, brick hard, balls heavy, and abs flexing, I felt like I needed to ride this dick. He’d been fucking me, and I wanted a little bit of control. 

“Sit here on this turf. It’s not as hard as you might think.”

He got in position, and I straddled him, spreading my legs wide over his muscular frame. Sinking slowly, I had no problem getting all that thick pipe deep. Once I made my way to the base, I sat there for a second, feeling the fullness of him poking my cervix. I rode him slow. We hadn’t fucked like this, and he was ALL in. His bottom lip made a permanent home between his teeth, and he kept his hands on my hips, fucking me back. Arms wrapped around his neck, our bodies were close. His cool chest against my warm, erect nipples gave me an added sensation that was sending me over the edge. 

“You fucking with my mind,” I whispered in his ear.

His arms came up around my lower back, pulling me even closer.

“Naw ma. You fucking my mind up.” He admitted. 

As if his thick, long dick could grow any more, I felt the increase at his reveal. I wasn’t ready for him to erupt just yet, so I lifted, turned around while he kissed my stomach, then hips, then one ass cheek after the other. I lowered back down, sitting reverse cowgirl and riding him hard. The room was dim, but we were still very visible in the mirror to our left. Daniel was learning back on his hands with his face toward the ceiling, eyes closed. He moaned my fucking name now as I allowed every inch of that growing dick in my swollen pussy. 

I lost count of orgasms, the concept of time, shit, I forgot the lights were even on. I didn’t hear the music anymore and I almost forgot where I was. 

I was completely present in this moment and removed from everything else. Slowing down, I leaned forward on my elbows with him still inside. 

He tapped my ass, motioning me to get up. Sliding off, I was now lying straight on my stomach. He bent one leg, aiming it up towards my body. He pulled my hips, causing me to arch my ass in the air. Now perched behind me, he snuck back in with vengeance. He wanted to be back in control. 

Even bringing his arm up under my body to wrap is large hand around my throat. 

Pumping into me with no godamn remorse, “This pussy so fucking good. A bottomless hole for me to lose myself in. Girl, I’ve never experienced anything like you. You got me feenin' for this shit.”

“Arrrgghhh, fuck!” Was all I could say as I came for the countless time. 

“Yeah, baby, cum for daddy!” He cooed in my ear. 

That softness, coupled with his grip at my throat sent me past a limit I didn’t think I’d reach. 

Clenching my muscles around him, he groaned loudly.

“Fuck, that’s not fair, ma. Ooooo shit. I’m bout to cum.”

Clenching tighter, I wanted to snatch that nut from him. 

He pulled out quickly, nutting on my ass and lower back.

We laid in silence as the rain beat on the windows. 

I was convinced I met this man for a reason.