"Why are you always watching me?" she asked as she walked into the bedroom and sat down next to me. I smiled, thought I should really tell her what I was thinking, but didn't.
"I just like watching you," I said as I ran my hands up under her skirt. She caught my hand before it got too far and told me I'd have to wait eight hours for any of that. She leaned in close to me and kissed my ear, lightly nibbling on the lobe. "When can I pierce it?" she asked. This was a continual thing. She kept asking, and I kept saying no. I suppose one day I'd surprise her and say yes, but not today.
"Who knows, someday," I said whimsically. She went back into the bathroom to finish getting ready so I followed her. She stood in front of the mirror and began curling her hair. I sat down on the toilet to empty my over-capacity bladder. The stream lasted for well over a minute before subsiding to a trickle, then drip. Without expecting it, she took a handful of my hair, which was long enough to be in a pony-tail, and wrapped it into the curling iron.
"What are you doing?" I protested. I did not, however, attempt to stop what she was doing for fear of being singed by the hot iron. "Oh shut up, you baby, I'm just giving your bed-head a quick fix." She let me stand up. I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair indeed was severely flattened on one side.
"Let me straighten that out for you, okay hon?" I stopped protesting and let her do it. "You know, I've always wanted to curl your hair," she said, not without a hint of excitement.
"You're kidding, why in the world would you want to do that?" I asked. "Well, sweetie, your hair is so pretty," she said with a smirk as she fussed with my bangs. "I bet I could make it look real good with a little hair spray and the curling iron." I figured she was going to work anyway; I'd let her have her fun. I'd take a shower after she left anyway.
"Do what you want," I said as though I really didn't care. She talked a little bit about her next shift and her coworkers, but I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying. Rather, I was becoming quite aroused by her fussing over me.
"This really turns me on, you know," she said as she gave my hair a quick spritz with her styling spray. I gave her the one-raised eye brow look.
"What? Curling my hair?" I didn't want to admit that I was turned on too.
"Yeah, honey, and it would really turn me on to put make-up on you too!" Her look was pure seduction, but I had to draw the line.
"No way, absolutely not." I got up and left the bathroom. I couldn't let her see the growing bulge in my mesh gym shorts, lest she know the truth.
"But I'm not done with your hair!" she protested. I thanked her for what she had already done. I got dressed in the bedroom, still watching her as she finished up. It was cute, really; she was pouting a little bit. She has gorgeous lips anyways, and when she sticks out the lower one, it gets me downright horny. She applied her the blush and eye shadow and finished with the lipstick--nothing flashy, not for the breakfast and lunch crowd. When she worked the night shift, I noticed the make-up was a little more bold, the colors more sensual. I often claimed she was getting all dolled up for someone else, but I had no reason to think that. I just liked to tease her with it. Unfortunately, she teased me right back.
"Yes, I'm seeing my boyfriend tonight after work and he's going to give it to me in the back of his van." She liked to play this game. "And then I'm going to lick my juices off his cock, just like the way you like me to do it to you!" The last time she talked like this she added something new: "And his friend will be there too, and both of them are going to have their way with me--and I'll love every minute of it." We'd both get so hot as she described what these other men would do to her, with her, for her.
Last night we had an all-night session of love-making. I was between her legs for almost an hour, while I listened to her moaning and sighing. She loves it when I please her orally, and I'm committed to doing it for as long as she'll let me. I explored her with my tongue and fingers, then put my fingers into her mouth so she could taste what I was tasting. I almost came when she sucked on my fingers, moaning "Mmmmm." I wanted her to think of me with every step she took that next day, so after she orgasmed for the second time, I finally climbed on top of her, thrusting my cock within her--gently and slowly at first, then speeding up the thrusts to match her breathing and her bucking hips. I only lasted for another fifteen minutes, which was a miracle considering how hot she was making me. And yes, she did suck me dry afterwards. Thinking about last night and watching her get ready for work--I could go another round with her right now.
After she finished getting ready for work, she gave me a full, long probing kiss before grabbing her coat and purse. She giggled as she opened the back door and left. It wasn't until later that morning that I realized that she had applied a heavy coat of deep red lipstick when getting ready and now I was sporting the same shade. No wonder why the mailman looked at me funny when I signed for the package later that day. I looked in the mirror, and my penis got hard again. Lightly stroking, I masturbated to the vision of my girlfriend's lips kissing mine, her long fingernails, painted crimson, lightly brushing my back and thighs. I climaxed at the very moment as I thought about her desire to put her make-up on me. Maybe tonight, I'll let her do that, I thought, maintaining my erection. May as well, I'm already wearing her lipstick!