Shelley hung up the phone and laid it on the table. She wrung her hands nervously for a second and then began to strip where she stood. Shelley gathered her discarded clothes and walked naked through the house to the place them in the laundry. After she did, she nearly skipped to the shower.
She fumbled with the water handle. An active stream blasted from the showerhead and pelted the bottom of the tub. Shelley grabbed a container of Dove Shower Gel and stepped inside. She gently started to scrub her skin.
Quickly but quietly, Shelley washed, shaved, and moisturized her. She cleaned her bathroom, turned off the light, and sashayed to her bedroom. Shelley walked over to her dresser and opened her lingerie drawer. She rifled through it until she found a black lace teddy with green satin bows. Shelley slipped it on.
She fluffed her hair with her fingers before she touched up her face. Shelley heard a noise in the distance and walked over to the window of her room. She peeked out and saw Mr. Coffee pull up.
Shelley bit down on the side of her lip, which was a nervous habit. She bolted for her collection of shoes, slipped into a pair of gold and green open-toed stilettos. Shelley leaned over in the closet and searched until she found a long black lace wrap, and put it on.
She smiled when she heard him knock on her door. Shelley walked out into the living room and took a deep breath. She walked over to the door and placed her hand on the knob. Shelley blew a long breath from her soft lips before opening the door. It was show time.
She saw Mr. Coffee look up from his phone. He held a plastic bag in his other hand. She smiled, stepped aside, and swept her arm out. Shelley smelled pleasant masculine cologne when he passed her and walked through the door.
"How nice to see you again Mr. Coffee," Shelley said.
"Why so formal, call me Ed, please." He replied.
Shelley closed the door. She ran her hand near the frame and pulled the dimmer switch for the light. A warm glow came on that barely lit the room. Shelley turned back towards him.
"Well then, Ed please have a seat," Shelley whispered.
He walked around the couch, put the bag on her table, and sat down. Shelley walked around as well and sat close to him. He cleared his throat and then looked her up and down. Suddenly, Mr. Coffee crossed his legs.
"Do you mind if I have a drink?" He asked.
"No, let me get some glasses," Shelley said.
She had patted his thigh before she stood up. When she stood up, her robe fell open. She paused for a long moment. Mr. Coffee stared up at her and gulped. Shelley turned and walked to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned with two clean glasses.
Shelley reached for the bag, and he held his hand up. Mr. Coffee retrieved a bottle of Hennessey from inside the sack. She leaned back while he poured drinks. He passed one to her and then quickly drank his down. She raised her brow when he poured a second shot in his glass.
"Damn, I needed that." Mr. Coffee said.
She took a sip and grimaced. Shelley put her glass down on the table. She reached out and rubbed his bicep. He turned and opened his mouth as if he were about to speak. Shelley leaned over and kissed him.
Mr. Coffee started to suck feverishly on her lips. His tongue made delicate strokes back and forth. A hint of cognac wafted in the air between them. She flicked her tongue across his, and he moaned.
He broke away from their kiss and laid a trail of kisses down her neck. Shelley gripped his shirt. He pulled her closer and buried his face between the fleshy brown mounds of her breast. Mr.Coffee nibbled at her swollen melons.
When Mr. Coffee ran his hand up her thigh to the cleft between her legs, she gasped. Shelley slid down while he tugged at the band of her teddy. His fingers searched. He ran his finger down the length of her slit. She clamped her legs around his hand when he slid his finger inside her plump lips.
Shelley body trembled when Mr. Coffee loosened his grip and slid to the floor. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and put his face between her thighs.He removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Shelley looked down at him.
He pulled the flimsy fabric aside. Shelley closed her eyes tightly when he gingerly ran his tongue over her clit. He swirled his tongue whirl over the underside of her button He began to suckle on the edge of her smooth, pliant lips. Mr. Coffee buried his face deep in her treasure.
© Inakat 2016