PTSD, the hooker and the vet

The plastic showercurtain was a pale pink, and the dim lighting in the bathroom created a soft glow to Maggie's skin as she and I stood there under the beating water, my head tilted back to rinse quickly the hair coloring. Once done, I took Maggie by the waist and turned her directly under the showerhead, the large streak of blond hair far more visible than I'd have thought it would come out in virgin hair.

"Maggie, it's blonder than heck," I said.

"Good," she smiled, her eyes closed, her face lifted up to allow the water an angle that went from the very top of her forehead to the ends of her long hair.

"I thought it would come out more red than blond, you've never had dye in your hair before, but this took and it's going to look even lighter when your hair is dry," I said softly, as I inspected the swath of hair in my fingertips.

"Good," Maggie said again, and her smile became a smirk.

"Maggie," I started a thought and then, because the thought just seemed too long to explain, I took my hands up her sides, her warm wet skin sliding them up to breasts that my hands cupped perfectly with nipples that played between the small creases between my fingers.

"Maggie," I said again, in a lower voice, and whenever I said her name, her knees bent a little and her body moved a little closer to mine.

"Maggie, I'm going to fuck you goodbye," I said into her ear, and her mouth went open and her body trembled, but I took my finger and slid it inside her because I knew she thought she couldn't take it much longer, and then I slid out and her face begged me to do it again, to do it more. To give her more, and so I did. With one hand I took her cheek and kissed her slowly, and my other hand with two, then three, then four fingers that Maggie kept leaning down into, her legs parting slightly, her streak of blond hair over her face, damp upon her lips as she pushed it away and cried to me that she was going to cum.

Posted by nft at May 31, 2004 11:36 AM