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.

[DSX93]

’Where to start, where to start...”

"Indeed. So much ground to cover." No doubt Dizzy would notice the challenge in that little addendum.

"Impress me."

And to her credit, it didn't take her long to make a move. But to where...? The acoustics of the place made it difficult to track exactly where she was. Somewhere beside her. That much, Elvira knew. But where beside her? Towards her upper body? Lower? At some point, it sounded like she was circling the couch.

Elvira didn't know how much of this was intentional, and that sense of mystery and suspense drew curled her lips. The nerves were there; that, she could make out for certain. This usually leads to some fumbling around, which she doesn't mind in scenarios like these. But this one was figuring out something real nice.

To her ears, Dizzy was on the way to a monologue. So she let her do all the talking.

Her finger trailed the edges of the front mountains first. Just a finger; the restraint was what made the touch a surprise. Then lower, lower, slower... Going no lower than the belly button. A soft hum would voice her approval.

It was exactly what Alix had taught her: Engage the mind, introduce a little mystery, and get your opponents guessing. And indeed, Elvira spent the next few seconds wondering where she'd feel that hand again. How, and how much of it.

She flexed the muscles in her thighs when her little bunny went after those next.

Oh? She likes feet? Ah, the redhead could see that biting her. And because of the small giggling fit that tongue caused, so could Dizzy. She'd get to have another feel of the muscle in the leg she had in her grasp. A byproduct of the tension caused by the willpower it took for Elvira to override her body's initial reflex to draw it back.

It wasn't as tough as it could have been. As tough as it could be, if she were to start using her fingers.

"Is that right? Well, don't keep me in suspense, darling."

[BlackAkuma]

‘Impress me’, she said. The hutzpah on this woman, good Lord. And the crazy thing was that Dizzy really did want to impress Elvira, too. In much the same way she wanted to impress Alix, in much the same way she wanted to impress everyone in their little circle. These were the sort of women she wanted to be around, with the sort of sexual expertise she craved. Dizzy didn’t even care for her mother’s approval most of the time, but she wanted Elvira’s on an atomic level.

Dizzy didn’t have a bodacious body on her side. She didn’t have overflowing curves or long, flowing hair. But what she did have was a good mind, and experience with women in across a dozen or so timezones. The psychological impact was her favorite little playground, and she worked that angle well as she explored Elvira’s body.

Touching here. There. A little lower, a little hotter. Treating the redhead like she was an experiment, marking away the results for future exploitation. That giggle didn’t escape her notice, either.

”But the suspense is the best.” She breathed hard, letting a wave of heat tickle the fine hairs on Elvira’s skin. She took a moment to examine the foot before. Consider the approach. Let the moment live. Timing was important, here…

A lick. The slightest, smallest, wettest touch on Elvira’s skin, with another following soon after. A longer one, this time, letting her tongue run its way down the arc. Running along the wrinkles, tracing the lines, making sure to focus on the sore spots. People stood on their feet all day long, and you didn’t get legs like this by not hitting the treadmill like a manisc. Dizzy could only imagine all the tension building up.

She would do more than imagine. She would release it.

Her hands came up as well and found the sides of Elvira’s foot. She pressed into them with her small fingers, perfect for getting deep in the muscles. She worked the heels, the instep, the ankles, grinding at the tension.

[DSX93]

"It is." Elvira let out another little laugh. And more giggling as Dizzy's tongue went to work. Muscles tensed. The leg connected to that foot screamed its wish to withdraw. It was all she could do to keep it in place. The feet, and her sides; those were her most vulnerable spots.

Then she felt those tiny fingers next, and with shut eyelids leaving her bereft of any warning, she felt them in full. "AHH!" The laughter was coming from her belly now. In her younger years, she would've tried to put a lid on that too. Make it a prize to be won. Now? She doesn't give a damn. But eventually, it would die down, mostly, as tickling -- intentional or no -- turned into a massage.

A damn good one, at that. It prompted the question, "You take any classes for this? Or is this a self-taught talent?"

[BlackAkuma]

There was that laugh. That beautiful laugh.

If Dizzy hadn't known that Elvira was a singer, she could’ve guessed from that laugh alone. It was this wonderful, light sound that made her heart skip and seemed to fill the room. That was the thing she found most alluring about this woman, how she seemed to have this surreal, almost overwhelming presence. As if there was a spotlight on her wherever she went, as if she would command attention in a crowd of thousands without even trying.

For someone like Dizzy, who tended to vanish unless people decided to all start looking down for some reason, it wasn’t the easiest thing to fathom. But if she could take even the smallest of lessons from a woman like this and have a fraction of that aura, she would consider this day a success.

”Self-taught talent. A lot of trial and error with a lot of willing guinea pigs.” Though not too many, if she were being honest. It hadn't taken long after her lovelife started kicking off to get a good feel for what her partners craved. ”I’m glad you approve.”

And she meant that genuinely, too, craving this woman’s approval among the many other things she wanted from her. As fun as this was, though, she had no intention of spending the night rubbing Elvira’s feet. She had bigger, more tantalizing prizes to seek.

Higher now. Legs. God, these legs. Dizzy was more of a butt lover if she were being honest, prizing a good facesit above all things, but she would be lying if she said the prospect of getting squeezed by thighs like this wasn’t a close second to having Elvira’s perfect ass over her face. She slid up and ran her hands over them both, pressing against the sinews and tendons, letting her fingers practically melt into the succulent skin.

”Perfect.” She sighed, her voice so content that you’d have thought she was the one getting massaged. ”Can I have a little song as I work? A little soundtrack?”