The red room felt different in the late morning light, its crimson walls softened by the golden glow streaming through the open window. The air was fresh with the scent of soap and perfumes and the black leather bed sat alone in the corner, its black sheet tangled.
I stood under the shower in the bathroom of the red room where Elizabeth just washed herself few minutes ago, the warm water cascading from the nozzle with a steady *shwaaa*, pushing my long hair back as I ran my hand through it, my naked body relaxing under the soothing stream.
"Sighhhh..." I tilted my head up, exhaling deeply, letting the water wash away the sweat and heat of the night and morning with Elizabeth, the First Lady,—the president’s wife—still lingering in my mind, a surreal fire that hadn’t fully faded.
My muscles eased, the libido booster’s intensity gone, my thoughts drifting to the day ahead, a wedding I had to attend by evening, the red room a world I was stepping out of, slowly.
I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried off, slipping into a black t-shirt and black pants, the fabric cool against my skin.
I opened the bathroom door, the steam trailing behind me as I stepped into the red room, wiping my damp hair with the towel.
"Hmm..umm..uhm..ahmm..hmmmm.."
Elizabeth sat at a small dressing mirror near the window, her reflection catching the light as she hummed a song on her own, her black laced lingerie dress hugging her curves, her black hair with golden highlights tied loosely, her skin smooth and radiant.
She turned, her eyes meeting mine, a smile spreading across her face. "Hey, Ezra," she said, her voice warm, playful, the red room quiet, the birds chirping outside.
"Hey..." I replied, pausing mid-wipe, my towel draped over my shoulder, my voice casual but soft.
"Come here for a minute and help me with this," she said, holding up a pair of thigh-high stockings, waving them in the air, her tone light.
"Ahh... okay," I said, hesitating for a split second, my hand still on the towel, my brow furrowing slightly.
Her smile making me curious, cautious, but willing. I crossed the room, tossing the towel onto the bed, and sat on the floor in front of her, the carpet soft under my knees.
"Ehehe..Thank you." Elizabeth said smiling, raising one smooth, bare leg toward my face, her skin flawless, her toes pointed, her smile steady, watching me.
I took the stocking, it has a silky fabric. I slid it over her toes, carefully pulling it up till it reach her thighs, tightening it along her calf, her thigh, the fabric covered her skin, her gaze fixed on me, her smile unwavering, a silent intensity in her eyes I tried to ignore, focusing on the task, my hands steady and calm.
"You’re good at treating a woman." She said, her voice teasing, leaning back slightly, her boobs pressing against the lace, her other leg lifting, her smile widening and her presence pulling me closer.
I took the second stocking, repeating the process, sliding it up her leg, my fingers brushing her skin, the fabric snug against her thigh. Her eyes locked on me, though I kept my focus, my hands steady.
"Here... it’s done," I said, looking up at her, my voice calm, starting to stand, the carpet shifting under my knees.
"Wait." Before I could rise, Elizabeth’s hands shot out, grabbing my face, pulling me toward her, my knees hitting the ground again, my face inches from her thighs, her black panties visible under the lingerie dress, her skin warm with her floral scent.
"Ahmm..." I moaned, caught off guard, my hands bracing on the floor, my pulse quickening, her grip firm, her smile soft but commanding.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice low, my eyes meeting hers, her fingers still on my face, her thighs covering me.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked, staring down at me, her smile gentle but piercing, her fingers trailing along my jaw, slow and deliberate, her eyes searching mine.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my brow furrowing, my hands still on the floor, my face between her thighs, her panties close, her fingers on my jaw.
"I meant... did you enjoy sleeping with me? Fucking me and letting me dominate you?" she asked, her fingers tracing my jaw, her voice sultry, her smile widening, her eyes glinting with mischief, her lingerie dress shifting, her boobs pressing forward against the lace.
"Huhh!? Why asking this all of a sudden? Where is this coming from?" I asked, little confused at her question. She paid and wanted to enjoy with me. She should be done and not bothered by what I felt.
Elizabeth’s eyes locked onto mine, her gaze sharp and inviting, her half-naked body hot as hell, a fire that burned even in the calm of morning.
"You must be sleeping with so many women all the time, college girls, married women and who knows who else...but did you enjoy doing it with me?" she asked again, her voice sultry, her question direct, cutting through the quiet.
Her other hand slid down between her legs, spreading her thighs slowly, her fingers circling her pussy over her black panties, teasing, deliberate, the lace shifting, her eyes never leaving mine.
"This....was it any different for you?" she said, her voice a low purr, her finger moving around the folds and two fingers tracing the lines of her Labia.
I gulped, my throat tight, her presence overwhelming, her fingers on her pussy a sight that made my pulse race, my dick stirring despite the night’s exhaustion.
I knew she wanted honesty, not just flattery, her eyes searching mine, her smile teasing but expectant.
"Yeah... I loved it..." I said "I loved doing it with you, Elizabeth," My voice steady, looking straight at her, my words raw, real.
Her face flushed, a blush spreading across her cheeks, a satisfied smile creeping over her lips, her eyes softening, her hand pausing its movements on her panties.
"You mean that, don’t you?" she asked, her voice softer now, her fingers trailing off her panties, her legs still spread, her lingerie dress catching the light.
"Yeah, I do," I said, my voice low, a faint grin breaking through, my knees firm on the carpet, my eyes locked on hers, her blush making her even more striking.
"Kiss me here then..." she said, her voice sultry again, sliding her panties to the side, revealing her pink, glistening pussy, her folds inviting, her eyes glinting with mischief, her legs spreading wider, the red room alive, the sunlight glowing, the birds chirping, her request a flame, her boldness reigniting the heat.
I exhaled and without wasting any more second, I leaning forward, my face sinking between her thighs, her heat enveloping me, her scent—musky, intoxicating—filling my senses.
*Smooch* I pressed a kiss on her folds, my lips brushing her little wetness, the taste sharp and familiar, her pussy warm. The heat of her vagina, a spark that burned bright.
"Ah..." Elizabeth moaned softly, her voice trembling, her hands holding on my hairs, her boobs rising, her lingerie dress shifting, her body responding, the moment electric.
And then, she pulled my face up, her hands firm, and kissed me, our lips tangling, soft but hungry, her tongue brushing mine, her eyes closed, her fingers cupping my cheeks, the red room alive with our kiss, the sunlight glowing, the birds chirping, the taste of her pussy lingering, the kiss a fire that consumed us, her passion raw, her closeness overwhelming.
We broke apart, staring at each other in silence, our breaths heavy, her eyes searching mine, the red room went quiet, a fleeting pause before the day took over.
Time slipped by, and Elizabeth stood, preparing to leave, slipping into her elegant gown, the fabric gliding over her skin, her lingerie dress hidden beneath, her movements graceful.
"Well then sweetheart. Have a nice day." She said and turned her face towards me, holding a piece of paper, her sultry smile returning, her eyes glinting.
"Thank you for the number," she said, her voice low, teasing, opening the room’s door, her gown catching the light, her figure striking.
*Thud* The door closing behind her, the brothel silent, the world outside echoing faintly as she walked away on her heels.
I exhaled, looking down at my hand, the piece of paper crumpled in my grip, her phone number written in neat handwriting, the red room quiet, the sunlight glowing, the birds chirping, my pulse steady but heavy, the weight of her—Elizabeth, the First Lady—lingering, a secret affair now possible, a connection that could complicate everything.
"This is gonna be tiresome..." I said, brushing my fingers through my hair, my voice low, my smile fading away from my lips.
The day ahead looming, the wedding of Sara calling me and her number in my hand, a spark of trouble. The red room now lay empty and the future seems more and more uncertain with the passing time.