She Knows What She Wants

I first wrote this story – the title was How Much? – in May 2018, then edited it for Medium in March 2021 and now edited it again. Enjoy!


She Knows What She Wants

The moment Elize slammed the back door behind her, she knew: she was dressed too warmly.

Why could the weather never be normal? If you don’t experience four seasons in one day, then you go from freezing cold weather one day to a hot summer’s day the next and then back again. The meteorologists had once again been wrong in their forecast.

She had no time to go back and change. In half an hour, she had to give a presentation, and she still had a twenty-minute drive. Hopefully she could get there with no traffic jams on the way to the office!

Exhausted and irritated, Elize plopped into her chair. What a morning! She was famished. She glanced at the clock on the wall while she reached for her bag. Officially, the lunch hour was over, but here, behind her desk, she could still eat her sandwich while she scrolled through her email. But… Elize had no sandwich. The sandwich she had prepared that morning wasn’t in her bag.

“Fuck!”

Elize couldn’t help the swearing.

This was just too much.

She grabbed her bag from her desk, her coat from the coat rack in the corner of her office, and rushed to the manager’s office.

“See you tomorrow,” she said, and without waiting for an answer, she marched out of the building. She felt dirty and sweaty because of her warm clothes. Mumbling, she again cursed the weather forecasters.

An hour later, Elize sat in the sun on a terrace with a glass of wine in her hand. Normally she wouldn’t drink during daytime, but after the over-warm, chaotic morning and a lovely lunch, she decided she deserved a glass of wine.

She took the last sip of her wine, put the glass on the table, and stretched her legs in front of her. Her short skirt left her legs exposed to tan in the hot spring sun. She closed her eyes and turned her face towards the sun.

A pleasant warmth took possession of her body and nestled in her loins.

“Can I offer you something else, miss?”

Elize was slightly irritated by the interruption of her well-deserved rest. Keeping her eyes shut, she asked for another glass of wine. Showering at home an hour before, she’d taken the first step towards a relaxing afternoon, and that second glass of wine was exactly what she needed to allow the last bit of irritation and stress to flow from her body.

The glass of wine wasn’t the only thing to bring Elize the relaxed feeling she wanted. That, in combination with the sun, had her core temperature running sky high.

Bloody horny, slightly tipsy and pleasantly overheated, she paid her bill.

Instead of going back to her apartment, she turned in the opposite direction. Left here, right there and in no time, she was in the city’s red-light district. Doors to the sex rooms stood wide open and scantily clad ladies of the night stood in the glorious sunshine, chatting with each other.

The ladies of the night are also called ladies of light morals, Elize thought, but why? They are here to earn their money, right? Why are the men who visit them never described as ‘men of light morals’ or ‘men of the night’? Often those gentlemen had more to hide than these ladies. Could women also knock on these doors and pay for a ‘treatment’? That should be possible, or were these ladies’ services exclusively for men?

A slender lady appeared behind a window. Her milky-white skin was a sharp contrast with the bright red lingerie set she wore — bra, suspenders, stockings, and knickers that covered just enough. With a smile and her head slightly tilted, she looked at Elize, who stared shamelessly at her stunning appearance. Between her legs, the longing increased.

The door opened, and Elize carefully stepped inside.

The two women didn’t speak.

They kissed.

Elize willingly allowed the woman to pull her skirt and knickers down. She stepped out of them and the beauty pulled her to the bed. Her legs were spread gently once she was on her back. The hot breath of the beautiful woman kissed her wanton flesh, who began eagerly dipping her tongue to taste her lust.

Elize moaned when that tongue lightly touched her pinkness, lips closed around her button and sucked it in with force. A finger slipped inside her and touched her special spot in such an expert manner that her orgasm exploded within seconds. Fluids escaped and nestled under her buttocks. The lips didn’t leave her pussy, but slurped her fluids. Fingers moved in a rhythmic dance with the tongue until her body announced the next climax.

“Well, then!” said a shrieking voice.

Elize’s eyes grew wide as she looked at the beautiful woman, not understanding that a voice like that came from so much beauty.

“Wha’di’ye’want? This no’di’place to stare! Com’on! Scoot!”

Elize walked away, blushing.

She had actually been daydreaming, staring at the beautiful lady.

She turned onto a random street, but then stopped abruptly.

A shiver ran through her body. Her nipples were hard, her crotch wet.

Her daydream flashed through her mind.

Why not? she thought and instantly turned around. Confidently she walked back to the pretty lady with the terrible voice.

“How much?” she asked. “How much to lick my pussy?”

© Rebel’s Notes
Image by kinkate from Pixabay


21 thoughts on “She Knows What She Wants

  1. So it happens in life: it doesn’t happen that everything is perfect, even though the voice will let you down. It would be better if she kept silent.

  2. I love your stories Marie! You sure know how to weave a great ending.
    When I spent time in Amsterdam, I very much thought of almost this same scenario (obviously as a participant), but never did go through with it. That was 20+ years ago, and the chances are pretty slim now 🙁
    Great to see what may have been 🙂

    1. A pity those chances are so slim, MrsK. Thank you for your compliment 🙂 xox

  3. I love the ending, and also love the fantasy playing out in my head of actually doing something like it. I wouldn’t, but it’s fun to imagine it. As Elize knows very well, lol.

  4. Even since I had a lap dance at a club with a girl who was clearly into me being female I have wondered what it would be like to be with a sex worker. I think the lack of connection/emotions would totally work for me

    Mollyx

    1. Reading it again, the ending still surprised me Marie but all the details pulled me right into the moment. What a daydream, and then she plucks up courage to follow it thru – go her!

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