Smeared Lipstick with a Stranger

Back at my place, he asked to see the tube of dark red lipstick I was wearing. We headed to the bedroom and then the fun began…

I winked and waved to the Amazon driver and hurriedly ran to my bedroom. My cute new lipstick vibrator had arrived, along with a bottle of my favorite luscious lube. The vibrator was just a little bullet, but my other one had stopped working months ago, and I missed that little guy! You know this queen of pleasure needs her toys. I slipped out of my bathrobe and pressed that button. Mmm, that slanted lipstick shape at the top was a good idea. I giggled as a long-ago memory suddenly returned to me; a wild experience with a stranger and sexy smeared lipstick. Closing my eyes, I was back there with him…

I caught his Italian accent, but I didn’t know his last name.

His name was Luciano. So he wasn’t exactly a stranger; we had been attending the same ballroom dance class (we partnered for the tango and sparks flew, haha). I caught his Italian accent, but I didn’t know his last name. After class one night, we decided to get drinks and go back to my place. I happened to be wearing dark red lipstick because of the cha-cha themed class… he asked what lipstick I had on and if he could see it; I thought that was a bit odd, but I took the tube out of my purse and handed it to him. “You’ve got smeared lipstick on your face, Eve,” he said. “Oh, do I?” I turned to go look in a mirror. He gently grabbed my arm, held me back and ran his thumb roughly across my lips and onto my face. “Now you do,” he said.

Okay, his smile was cute, but I wasn’t quite sure where he was going with this. “You’re going to have to fix that,” I tried, as an answer to his game. He scooped me up in his strong arms. “Where’s the bedroom?” he asked in his cute accent. I pointed down the hall. He set me down in my room and gently took off my clothes. I liked his manicured hands. Maybe he wanted smeared lipstick on his face… I’ve dealt with much weirder! He laid me on the bed and took the tube of lipstick out of his pocket. “Okay, let me fix your lipstick, baby,” he purred. He started applying the lipstick carefully to my lips. I tried not to giggle. This was not something I was used to, that’s for sure.

I didn’t care that we were both becoming covered in smeared lipstick.

“Hmm, what should we do next?” he said, as if to himself. He looked down at my body. Taking the lipstick, he made a line down my neck and chest, stopping to admire my perfect round tits. This is different, I thought, then my breath caught in my throat as he began to draw a dark red circle around my right nipple. He carefully followed with the left. Setting the tube down, he then used the circles of lipstick as a target for his own lips. Thoughts of weirdness disappeared into my moans of pleasure. I didn’t care that we were both becoming covered in smeared lipstick.

Luciano continued the lipstick trail down my stomach. Was he really going to do this? I guess I wasn’t going to wear this lipstick again. Not on my lips anyway! My heartbeat quickened in anticipation as Luciano looked at me with a sly grin. Keeping his eyes on me, he drew a line down either side of my pussy lips. It felt strangely good. Then he actually did it. He took that tube of lipstick and pressed it right onto my clit, slightly coloring, teasing. He tossed the tube and put his mouth on me, following the lipstick trail with his lips and tongue, then continuing as any good lover would. I was all in; by the time he came up and kissed me with his face of smeared lipstick, I was breathless.

Breathless again now, I turned off my little vibrator and smiled. Good memories.

Sending a kiss to my lipstick lover – you know who you are, baby! Who else wants to make some memories with me? You know you love my voice, you crave my touch. Join me and let’s get together tonight!

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