All About You

All About You…Khalila…the next episode

Actually…Khalila had not totally lied to her husband. She did stop by the gym on her way to the Marriot.
Two days ago she had taken the clothes, she was wearing tonight, to the gym. She showered and got dressed there.
She was almost red-carpet ready.
The dress was Balenciaga…white over black…tied under the breast…split to the upper thigh…hemmed above the knees.
Her Manolo Blahnik…four inch heels were strapped over her feet in white and gold.
She was also wearing a few gold accessories to highlight the heels.
He was watching her.
The hair…her nails…everything was on point.
She was feeling like eighteen again under his watchful eye.
“So…you want me to get undressed right here at the door?” she asked (See All About You 8/17).
“Mmmhmm…” he said.
She just stared into his direction…into the darkness.
There was a closet at the entrance.
Khalila hung her tote bag on the door and undid the strap to the Balenciaga dress and let it fall to the floor.
He smiled.
She knew he was over there in the dark, smiling.
She had not wore any underclothes.
Khalila started to reach for the straps on the heels.
He liked the shoes.
“Leave them on.”
She stood back up…feeling vulnerable and exposed.
He knew it. “He ain’t used to you shaving, huh?”
She smiled.
“That’s cool…I don’t wanna get you in trouble,” he said. “I need you to get it ready for me.”
“How am I supposed to do that with you on the other side of the room?” she asked.
“Open her up…put a finger in…then taste it for me.”
She kind of tilted her head at his strange request, but did it anyway.
Khalila used two fingers to open herself. Her other hand…the finger that usually held her wedding ring…was softly swiped along her womb.
She placed her finger in her mouth over her tongue and wrapped her lips around it as she slowly pulled it out.
“Put your finger back in and tease your clit,” he instructed.
She heard him open something.
She knew what it was.
She began to masturbate while leaning against the door…under the only light in the room.
“Sssss….” she pulled the air thru her clenched teeth as she got into a groove. Her eyes were closed.
“Damn baby…I missed you,” she moaned.
He listened.
Her right hand…index finger was all the way in…curled towards…that spot.
Her left hand was filled with her right breast, as she stimulated her nipple.
Khalila was really getting turned on.
Something different…being freed…at least, every now and then.
“I need you over here,” she said to him.
Her kettle was rising.
The index finger was still in.
Her free hand was now working her clitoris.
“Oh…baby!” she cried.
“Mmmhmmm…” he moaned. He was in a zone himself from this…masturbating, while she…masturbated.
He was almost there.
She had left the doorway.
His eyes were closed, but he felt her presence…getting closer.
When he opened his eyes…it was too late.
She had straddled him…taking his charge.
He wasn’t supposed to let her get this close…at least not yet.
But, it was dark…she was wrapped in her role…she didn’t know.
She took him from the top…taking him all.
He buried his face in her breast…gripping her ass…pressing himself into her.
They had a pressured…screwed groove going on.
It all brought them both to a climax.
As they relaxed…she tried to kiss him, but he avoided the contact.
He turned the lamp on…that was next to the table.
It wasn’t him…it was her husband.
This, All About You, was created especially for Ms. Khalila.
I hope enjoyed it, Kay-Kay…cause I need this 36 to be quick, so I can hit you up with the…truly, Tim Heat.