The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (beautiful books to read .txt) 📗

Chapter 20-Be sure to get all my hard to reach dirty bits

                Amberleigh purposely chose a suite she knew had a kick ass, ginormous, whirlpool tub. Sometimes some nice jets, strategically located, did half the work of getting marks worked up. Especially the women.  She was glad to be a fuckin woman, because let’s face it, females could get off multiple times in a row without needing any time to recharge. Any man who claimed he could go immediately again, was usually a fuckin liar. She was glad she was born with a pussy, because men really didn’t get to have all the fun.

As she led the malodorous mark into the suite she began to fall into character. She giggled like a, shy school girl before she told him to take a seat on the bed. She turned on some pop music, the kind girls liked to sing and dance to. And what better song than the classic “Girls just want to have fun”.

She decided to pretend like she was the only one in the room. She began to dance around and lip sing to the music. Doing the type of sultry moves girls practiced in their bedrooms in front of their mirrors.  She shimmed out of her skirt in a move that dropped it low and then back up again. Then she purposely turned her back to the mark gazing at her reflection in the mirror as she sang along. She gave the mark a perfect view of her backdoor in her lace thong panties.

Her hair was already in pigtails so she played with them as she sang into the mirror. The mark was still holding his beer and watching her, his breathing already ragged. Perhaps it had been the walking to get here though , as he wasn’t in the best shape.

She sashayed into the bathroom keeping in time with the music. She turned the tub on full blast, nice and warm just the way she liked it. She dumped some scented oils into the water before she grabbed a hairbrush from the toiletries on the counter and began to use it as a microphone. She’d seen movies like this, but it certainly hadn’t been typical of her own teenaged years. It was hard to have sing alongs and baths in crack houses after all.

She could hear her mark shifting on the bed to position himself to view her inside the bathroom. She went about a routine a girl who didn’t think she was being watched might do. She took her hair out of the ponytails and shook it free.  She jumped up on the counter and spread her legs wide open to give her mark a view of her pussy while she lathered her legs up in shaving cream.

To the soundtrack of “Wannabe”, she belted out the words and made slow work of shaving her legs. Up and down she slid the razor over her already smooth legs. The mark was practically grunting from the bed. When she slipped her panties off and put the cream on her cooch, he seemed to lose his damn mind. She took extra liberties shaving her cooch as she stroked her clit and moaned. She could see the mark in the vanity mirror, his penis in his hand as he jerked off.

She turned around to give him more of a view of her lathered up pussy as she glided her fingers over the familiar contours between her legs. She began to play with her left breasts making circles around her nipple. The marks strokes seemed to pick up in tempo as she freed her breasts entirely from her top.

She walked over to the tub and slipped down inside it. She placed herself near a jet and began to moan at the utopic sensation of it against her engorging clit.  Finally, when she was good and worked up, she looked over at her mark on the bed. He was still fondling himself vigorously.

She picked up a sponge and poured soap on it, keeping his eye.

                “Why don’t you join me? This dirty girl needs lots of help getting clean,” she crooned.

                “Fuck Meg. I’ll fuck you good you dirty girl.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice, thank God. He wasted no time stripping himself of his cheap suit. He looked better with his clothes on, but at least he would smell better soon. His cock was on the small side and uncircumcised. Not that it bothered her, at least the uncircumcised thing, the smell yes. She did prefer a cock that filled her up inside though truth be told.

He eagerly lowered himself in the tub. She sat up so he could fully see her breasts as they bounced in the current of the jets. She bit her lip and eyed him hungrily. She handed him the lathered up sponge.

“Be sure to get all my hard to reach dirty bits handsome,” she instructed.

He also took liberties with the sponge, as his hands touched her skin more than the sponge did. He was very thorough, she’d give him than much. The tub was soon filled with suds as he worked the soap on her breasts with his bare hands. Soon enough he ditched the sponge altogether as he worked the soap into all her dips and curves. She moaned in pleasure and she felt his hard member against her back as he washed her there,

He wasn’t an expert lover, that much was clear. He’d probably had little experience actually fucking girls rather than fucking himself as he watched them. But Amberleigh had already worked herself up and the jets were still working their miracles, so she didn’t have to fake it. And well she did begin to imagine it was Grayson Godwin’s hands having free roam of her body. She came rather quickly afterwards.

Panting, she slipped a hand back and began to fondle his hardened cock. She knew she could probably get this guy off with just a hand job if she so choose. By the look on his face in the mirror enclosing the tub, he was living his best life. Or at least his best fantasy. And it was his Birthday after all.

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