The first thing I see when I enter the room are pink panties. No, that’s a lie. I notice her. I take a few steps into the room. My bare feet feel heavy as she comes more into my line of vision. Her legs are toned. Her calf muscles flex as she pulls her legs up and crosses her ankles. I don’t know if she planned this or not, but her perfect toes match her panties … well, perfectly. I have never been a fan of pink until now.

Much to my displeasure, her face is hidden by a purple curtain, likely the one I was behind days ago. Her body is laid out, as if this was a feast, and yet I can’t look into her eyes when I make her come. That part bothers me. I want to know what she looks like. I want to feel her penetrating gaze bore into my eyes as my mouth descends onto her pussy. My hand absentmindedly runs over my bare chest. I dressed this way for her, hoping she could see what I have to offer.

My head tilts to the side as I take in the sight of her breasts, and imagine what her peaked nipples will taste like in my mouth, how her flesh will feel against the calloused parts of my hands. My desire to be with her grows the harder my dick becomes. I stand by my original assessment of this place. It’s some sort of sorcery, some voodoo sex magic that turns men into beasts.

The bed sags slightly from my weight and I barely catch the intake of air this woman has inhaled. Is she nervous? I am. It’s one thing to sit in a chair and get a blowjob, to pretend the woman sucking your dick is anyone from your fantasy repertoire. But to see her in the flesh, to know I can put my mouth on her, that my hands can caress her body, that my fingers can dig into her skin, knowing that she is here willingly … this pushes any sex fantasy I have ever had out the door.

The rough exterior of my jeans presses against my growing dick, causing friction that is both welcomed and agonizing. My cock has a mind of its own right now. Truth is, it doesn’t matter that I haven’t seen her face; I’m attracted to her body and the fact that she trusts me.

My hand shakes as I reach out to touch her. Instinctively I pull back, afraid that she will sense that I’m nervous. I’m not, yet part of me feels that this is wrong. I have never had to pay for sex. But I’m here, paying to return the favor to this woman who gave me one of the best blowjobs I have ever had.

Everything about her seems perfect—from the curve of her hip that beckons to be held by my hand, to her supple breasts that will fit in my palm, to her strong legs that will no doubt fit over my hips. I should be so lucky to find myself in that position, where I’m centered and ready to enter her core, to bring her pleasure with my dick.

I realize in this moment that I can’t do this. That being with her, in a paid situation, is not what I want. My mouth opens, intent on saying my name and giving her my phone number, but words escape me. My hand hangs in shame as I get off the bed and take a tentative step toward the door.

The sound of silk brushing against flesh has me turning around. This woman, she wants this from me. Her once closed legs are now spread wide. My knees press against the mattress as I stare at the darker pink spot of her panties. She’s wet. Eager.

And I’m hungry.

She beckons me without movement or sound. Her legs drop and spread, reminding me why I’m there. She is mine for the taking. I kneel between her legs and move my hands up her limbs, kneading her muscles as I move higher until my fingers touch the lace of her underwear. I have a primal urge to rip them off, to tear them from her body as if they have offended me in some way, but I don’t. I fist them tightly and place a kiss on her inner thigh.

She gasps and shakes slightly. On the inside, I’m laughing. Not at her, but at the reaction because I haven’t done anything yet to equate that type of response. I will though, and I’m not going to stop until she’s fucking my face and coming all over my tongue.

Now I’m a man on a mission. Determined to elicit the most glorious sounds out of this woman. I pull the wet crotch of her panties aside and inhale her sweet scent. My cock presses against my jeans, trying to break the confines of well-stitched material so he can be free. My only relief is to push harder into the mattress, trick him into thinking he’s getting some action. This woman smells of lavender with a hint of vanilla and possibly cinnamon. She makes me want to devour her. She’s not bare, leaving a light smattering of hair. It gives off an air of innocence, and I find that I like it. I’m so used to women being waxed that it gets old.

My nose traces along her folds, and ever so lightly I exhale hot air into her core. Each movement causes her muscles to twitch. I love that she’s nervous, that we are in the same boat. Her hips buck lightly, spurring me on.

Sitting back, I pull her panties down her legs and stuff them in my pocket for later. Without hesitation my hand swoops under her ass, and in one quick motion, my face is nestled between her legs. My tongue darts out and tastes her for the first time. She delves her fingers into my hair, her hips bucking and a whispered, “Oh, God,” being said in a room where we’re not allowed to talk.

And I’m smiling.

Pulling both hands out from her under her, one massages her breast, tweaking her nipple while the other parts her folds with my fingers. My mouth waters at the sight of her clit, just waiting for attention. I kiss her there, sucking her bud into my mouth and vigorously flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her grip on my hair grows tighter, and her back arches.

I inhale her sweet scent again before trailing my tongue down her pussy. My eyes roll back in my head as I swallow her taste. Fucking heaven. My tongue makes its way up and down, exploring her lips and delicate folds, probing gently into her core, savoring every bit of her that I can.

My free hand switches to her other breast. I’m desperate to suck on her nipples, but my mouth is happy where it’s at. As I tongue fuck her, I flick her clit with my thumb while my other hand kneads her tit. She moans, pulls my hair, and grinds her pussy against my face as if she needs me to fuck her harder.

Her hips buck wildly, and I know she’s about to come. I need to feel her though and if it’s not against my dick, my fingers are the best bet. Slowly, I push one in and she gasps. Her wetness coats my fingers. All I want to do is suck them off. The moans that escapes her lips are so fucking sexy it makes me harder than I’ve ever been before. She thrashes against the bed, rolling from side to side. My thumb presses down on her clit and she stills. Using this to my advantage, I kiss my way up her body while my finger pumps in and out of her.

She palms one of her of breasts, making me slightly jealous, but eager to watch. I take the other one in my mouth, not caring if this was part of our agreement or not. I need this, and want her to feel the sensation. My tongue swirls around her nipple as I add another finger inside of her. Another “Oh God,” is muttered from her lips and the sharp intake of air shows me that I’m making her feel good. She wants to cry out even though she is holding back.

With my dick nestled against her hip, I rock against her, trying to find some relief before I explode. This friction is better than nothing, except I’m on the verge of coming in my jeans.

The sweet sounds coming from her mouth are too much for me to take. I’m on the brink of whipping my dick out and fucking her, but I refuse to be the man who violates her trust. I move to her other breast, sliding her hand out of the away. My teeth pull on her taut nipple while my fingers thrust in and out of her.

I move back down her body, mostly because I love the way the friction feels on my dick. The hand job I give myself in the bathroom after this is going to be epic. Hell, once I touch my dick, I’ll fucking come.

With my fingers still bringing her pleasure, I turn my attention to her clit and suck it ever so softly. Her walls contract slightly, warning me that she’s close. Not to leave her hanging, I speed up my hand, pushing my fingers deeper and curling them to hit her g-spot. My mouth teases her clit, nipping and sucking until her hips are springing off the mattress and she’s slamming her pussy into my face.

Fucking glorious.

Resting my arm over her stomach, I pin her to the bed and continue to work her clit over with my firm tongue and the consistent strokes of my fingers. Her legs begin to quiver and her thighs start to close in around my head.

She gasps loudly and that’s when I hear her fucking sinful voice. “Mmhmm … don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

As if I would.

“Come for me, baby,” I say without thinking.

Her hips buck wildly as she comes all over my fingers. I plant my face between her legs and taste her as if I’m starving. She continues to writhe in pleasure, her legs opening and closing against my head as I lick every last drop away from her body. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Actually, I would. I’d love to see her face, to kiss her and ask her if this has been worth it for her. I’d give her my number and ask her out to dinner so I can find out what her favorite color, movie, and song is.

After several seconds, I rest my head on her thigh. Her hand returns to my hair, her fingers moving in and out in a caring fashion. I tell myself not to get attached, but I fear it may be too late.

I think about wiping my face on the sheets, but don’t. I kiss every piece of her body that I can before I back my way out of the room, never taking my eyes off of her. Something inside of me tells that this is the last time. That whatever we’ve done here is complete. The thought of not seeing her doesn’t sit well with me, but there really isn’t anything I can do about that. Silently, I tell her good-bye and hope that I can meet her someday.