Sexy Red Lipstick: He Can’t Hide Me!

I was looking for him.

I promise it wasn’t fate that brought us together.  When I sat down at the swanky hotel bar downtown, it wasn’t by accident.  He and I both know what drew us there, what we both wanted.  Standing in front of my full-length mirror at home, running my hands over the silky satin of my little black dress and adjusting the lace trim of my thigh-highs, I knew exactly what I wanted to happen that night.  And when he came in after his business meeting, loosening his tie and ordering that stiff drink that he so very much deserved, he knew what he wanted too.  I felt his eyes on me as I pulled the compact out of my purse, touching up my sexy red lipstick in the small mirror.  That’s when I shifted my gaze.  And our eyes met.  Did he feel his heartbeat quicken?  Because I did.

The bartender comes over, and my attention turns to him.  “Miss, the gentleman at the end of the bar would like to buy your next drink.  Another vodka martini?”  I nod, taking the last sip of my almost-empty martini, running my thumb over the sexy red lipstick stain I’ve left on the rim.  I look over at him, and his eyes are locked on me.  He’s definitely handsome.  And judging by the tan line on his ring finger, he definitely is married.  But I’m not looking for anything permanent tonight.  All I want is a night of unbridled pleasure.

We do a bit of eye-fucking across the bar.  I lower my lashes as I take a sip of my new drink.  But I can still feel his gaze on me.  I tell myself not to be the one to make the first move, although my burning desire is about to take over.

The handsome stranger must have read my mind.

Or he couldn’t resist my sexy red lipstick.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see him stand.  For a brief second, I wonder if I was just imagining the intensity between us and he’s going to leave.  But then he walks along the bar behind me, pausing briefly as he leans over my shoulder.  His breath is warm on my neck and smells of whiskey, and I shiver when he speaks.

“Room 301,” he whispers as he slides his key card under my palm.  “Be my mistress tonight.”

Before I can say anything, he walks away.  I watch as he heads to the elevator.  And once he gets in, I track the floors lighting up.  When it hits floor three, I know he’s being serious.  I pull my compact out again, running my fingers through my hair.  I spent some extra time curling it this afternoon, and I’m wearing new, very sexy lingerie that I couldn’t resist buying under my little black dress.  It would be a shame not to be seen in it.  I admire my sexy red lipstick in the reflection.  Usually I prefer a more natural look, but I don’t want to be myself tonight.  I’m ready to be this man’s mistress.

I thank the bartender and head to the elevator, pressing the button for the third floor without hesitation.  Then I reach my hands into the top of my dress, making sure my cleavage is perfect.

As I stand at the door, I reapply my sexy red lipstick and rub my lips together.

My heart is pounding as I slide the key card into the slot.  When I open the door, he’s sitting in the chair, directly in view, just one dim light on in the corner.

“Take your dress off,” he commands, without a hello or asking my name.  I oblige, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor.  He lets out a whistle of appreciation.

“The second I saw you putting that sexy red lipstick on, I knew I had to have you,” he says, his eyes taking in every inch of my body.  “A sexy brunette like you doesn’t come along every day.”  As he’s speaking, he’s undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.  “Come here,” he instructs. “But be careful not to get that sexy red lipstick on my shirt, my wife will notice it immediately.”  As I step closer to him, he tugs me forward, resting his hand on the top of my head and guiding me down to my knees.

I’m no Spring Break slut tonight.  Nor am I falling in love with anyone.  I am nothing more than this stranger’s mistress.  For one night and one night only.  And that’s exactly who I want to be.

His cock is large.  And I have to stretch my mouth wide to fit the head in.  As soon as his dick touches my tongue, he lets out a groan.  “God, you’re fucking perfect,” he says, wrapping his fingers in my curls and guiding me down further.  I don’t say anything, but I notice my sexy red lipstick staining the shaft of his cock.  And I can’t help but wonder what other parts of his body will be marked by me.

Where will I leave my sexy red lipstick mark on you?  Only one way to find out…

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