The Education of Desdemona Belti, Part 7 - Elvira Velour

[BlackAkuma]

That whistle meant so much to Dizzy.

She did her best to hide it - keep up a cool, calm smile, be poised, radiate the coolness that Allie and Elvira and Lacramioara and their whole circle seemed to have on tap. But there was nothing she could do about the blush on her cheeks, as this swelling feeling of pride ran through her veins. That whistle wasn’t just a compliment from some girl in a club or a passing guy that she would try to ignore; it was approval from an absolute sex bomb of a woman with more sexual talent in her thumb than Dizzy had in her whole body.

Dizzy managed to keep her wits about her, by some miracle, as the redhead took her position on the couch, spread out perfectly, opening her entire bodacious body. The outfit suited her perfectly, exposing so much, but leaving just enough hidden for the imagination to run wild. Dizzy did feel a little bad for spilling drink on it, but hey, all’s fair in love and war. This qualifies as both, so…

’Where to start, where to start.” Dizzy muttered, though the quiet of the room carried her voice all over. It was more for her benefit than anything. She could go with those breasts, or take her in a kiss, or even roll the dice and take her chances between the woman’s legs. But those were predictable paths. The easy roads. She wanted to take this woman by surprise if she could.

It only took her a few moments to decide.

”You know...” Dizzy walked over to Elvira’s side, making sure her footsteps were just loud enough to give away her position, but not with every step. She wanted the woman to guess where she was, and occasionally get it wrong. ”I think the female body is the most beautiful thing God ever made. Hands down. I love the curves. I love the way it feels.” She ran her finger - a single, soft digit - down Elvira’s chest, tracing the contours of her breasts, working her way to the navel and slowing down as she went lower, only to pull away before she could complete the journey.

”Yours is perfect all over. I bet people talk about your face and your chest and your hips all the time. And these legs, god, these legs.” Dizzy put a hand on those immaculate thighs and gave them a good squeeze.

”But me,” Dizzy sat down on at the end of the coach, grabbed Elvira by the ankle, lifted her legs and pressed her tongue to the woman’s sole. One lick. Long and lusty, heel to toe. Another followed. ”You could’ve covered this foot up. Normal stockings would. Instead, you went with this.” Another. ”I think I know why.” And another.