One Hot Redhead Ch. 01

She staggered around to the front of the car, dropped her panties, squatted down and peed right there. I really didn't believe she was doing it, but she did and of course, used the napkin to wipe herself. Standing back up, she had to lean on the hood of the car to do it; she tried to put her panties back on, but couldn't manage it.

"Here, you keep these for me until tomorrow." She giggled as she handed me a thong panty that matched her bra in color and flimsiness. "I'll get them back from you then."

I couldn't help but laugh at her and she looked at me with blurry eyes and pouted like a five year old.

"Don't laugh at me." She said with an excellent lower-lip pout.

After a few more seconds of laughing, I looked at her and said; "Okay, but tomorrow, you will think it's funny too."

"Humpf!" was her reply as I held the door steady so she could sit down in my 300Z. I had to help her get her feet in and by the time I go the door closed and to the driver's side, she appeared to be out like a light.

I fired my girl up, backed out of the parking place, and headed out of the parking lot towards my hovel. I was watching the road, looking for drunks and heard her rustling about in her seat. I really wanted to check and be sure she was okay, but was concerned about other cars coming out of nowhere.

"Well, Mr. Billiam, what do you think?" She asked, having slurred my name and nick-name together and come up with "Billiam".

I glanced over at her and she had pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist, unbuttoned her blouse, and had her tits on display. I damn near wrecked the car.

I told Katie the truth; "You look amazing. How'd you get your bra off?"

"Front closing." Was all she said, as she deliberately shook those lovely tits at me.

"Here, feel what you've been staring at all night." She continued as she took my right hand off the wheel and placed it solidly on her left boob. "Do you like it?" She asked softly.

It appeared as though Katie was afraid I was going to say no, but as I kneaded it gently and rolled her rock hard nipple between my fingers, squeezing just a bit and making her moan, she answered her own question; "Oh you do." Frankie told me they were getting soft and squishy."

The last sentence caused her to tear up, and when I stopped at a light and looked at her, she had tears rolling down her cheeks. I released her breast, reluctantly, and brushed the tears off her left cheek. She flinched when my hand came up, but I stopped the movement and let her see that she was not going to get hit. When I was sure she was ready, I very softly wiped the tears off. I found myself getting angry, when I realized that Katie, this lovely lady sitting next to me, was the victim of abuse. Right then, I promised myself that Frankie was going to have an accident; Maybe, several of them.

The guy behind me honked, when I didn't take off immediately when the light turned green, but I really didn't care. I accelerated to the speed limit, and then cruised on the last mile to my place, occasionally running my fingers through Katie's hair, or just drawing little circles on the top of her head with my fingertips, causing her to nearly purr like a kitten.

We pulled into my parking place and I put the car in park, set the break and killed the engine. The spot was dark, it always is, and the silence was palpable until Katie reached over and pulled me towards her. "Kiss me, please. You kiss so good, I want another one." She whispered in the darkness.

As I turned in my seat to better face her, I leaned across the center console, slid my right hand behind her head, turned her head with my right hand and found her lips with mine. Damn! Like I said, it had been a while since a woman had tried, or even wanted to kiss me and her mouth felt wonderful. Our lips brushed and I ran the tip of my tongue across her lips. Her tongue immediately came out searching for mine, and we just let their tips touch and dance for a few seconds before I really kissed her. It was a kiss full of passion, it was wet, it was soft, it was firm, and it was as passionate as I have ever felt. She returned my passion with her own as she moaned. Or maybe, I was the one moaning; maybe it was both of us, but in about thirty seconds the car windows were completely steamed up. Katie took my left hand in her right and lowered it to the hem of her skirt, which was still bunched up at her waist.

"Are your fingers as good as your lips and tongue?" She asked me as she gently guided my hand to her pubic mound.

As my fingers glided across her plump, swollen pussy lips I said; "You tell me."

I massaged them for a few seconds before letting my index finger slip into the soaking slit between her labia and instantly found her clit. It was swollen and hot to the touch, and touch it I did. I very gently rubbed it, and then messaged just the tip of it.

"UUNNNNNN. Oh please finger-fuck me." She begged with a groan as her hips pumped to meet my circling finger.

"Like this?" I asked her as my finger slipped from her clit, down her flowing slit and to the mouth of her vagina.

"Yes, yes, there, oh please Billy; please put your finger in my pussy." Katie begged.

Our mouths were just an inch apart as I teased her pussy. I stuck my fingertip into her vagina, ran it in a little circle and then withdrew it. Then I put my finger in her to the first knuckle, stroked it in and out several times and then withdrew my finger again.

She grabbed me by the back of my head and mashed our mouths together as she tongue fucked mine gasping "OH FUCK!" into me.

While we continued to allow our tongues to dance I stuck my finger back into her vagina to the second knuckle and wiggled it around, searching for her trigger.

"OH FUCK!!" She screamed as she released my head and grabbed my hand with hers, and drove my finger all the way into her pussy, until my palm slapped against her pussy lips and clit.

"OH GOD! OH SHIT, FINGER-FUCK ME MORE!" Katie screamed, so I happily obliged.

"Oh, you mean like THIS." I teased as I slowly began withdrawing my finger, only to plunge it back into her pussy. Faster and then faster I fingered her wet, hot honey pot.

"Or, like this? I said as I as I bottomed my hand out against her and found her g-spot. I rubbed, circled, swirled and patted the front wall of her vagina until she exploded into orgasm, soaking my hand, and the seat of my car.

"Yes, yes, yes, just like that. Oh God, more, please, please don't ever stop. Just keep fingering me until I can't move ever again." She panted, groaned and growled. Again, her hips were humping my hand like a Retriever on Aunt Betty's leg and I just kept fingering her.

She stopped cumming and collapsed in the seat next to me as I finally removed my finger, gently sliding across her clit as I moved my hand out of her crotch. As I touched her clit, she came again, though not nearly as hard, or loud, as before. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath and she was drenched in sweat to the point it ran down the valley of her tits like a flowing stream and her blouse was plastered to her swollen breasts. Her nipples were so hard that they could easily have poked through the then material covering them, if I had put a tiny bit of effort into it.

After about ten minutes, Katie opened her eyes, which had been mere slits as she orgasmed, and said; "Yes, you are as good with your fingers as you are your tongue. I think I need a shower."

As I sat watching her, I slowly licked her juices off my fingers. "Maybe later, you can get that from the source." Katie said with a smile. "But right now, I need a shower."

It suddenly dawned on me that I had not made out in a car, or finger-fucked a fair maid since I was a young Staff Sergeant and was dating a tall redheaded Sergeant named Jane. She was a natural redhead with "B" cop tits, and I loved to bury my face in her pussy and just let it lay there as I breathed in her scent. Her pussy hair was so soft, I dreamed about disappearing in her forever sometime. I wanted to marry her, but her ex came back into the picture and I was left trying to drown her memory with my Mexican Cousin, Jose and his 1800 method of forgetting. After that, I went through about 10 years of doing rental-pussy only; just sex, no strings, no phone calls, no drama.

"Are you still here?" I heard a soft voice saying as Katie ran her fingers across the scar on the side of my face. Her touch pulled me out of my memories and brought me back to the present.

"Yes, baby, I'm still here. Let's go in and get you a shower and ready for bed. I don't keep ladies night clothes around, but you can use one of my tee shirts to sleep in, if that's okay." I said to Katie as I opened my door and got out of the car.

As I opened the passenger door, Katie smiled up at me, raised her hand to me and said; "Billy, I think I am going to need some help getting up from here."

"I will be glad to help you out, Miss Katie." I replied as I half lifted, half helped her out of the car. I put my arm around her waist as she leaned on me and I helped her into my building and into the elevator that would take us up the five floors to where my room was. I had kept my keys in my hand, so when we reached my door, I quickly had it open and in we went as I pushed the door closed with my foot.

I sat Katie down on the bed and helped her to lie down so she wouldn't fall off, because I was not sure I could get here, now totally limp body back onto the bed. I took her high heels off and put them under the desk where I kept mine, which I had already slipped off, along with my socks. I unbuttoned her sheer, sweat-soaked blouse and managed to slip it off her by working it down so I could get her arms out of each sleeve, leaving her nude from the waist up as her beautiful, milk-white, "C" cup breasts formed two soft mountains on her chest.

"Katie, Katie honey, we need to get you into the shower. Lift your hips so I can get your skirt off, sweetie." I said as I tried to work her shirt over her hips. To my surprise, she did as I asked and raised her hips just enough that I was able to wiggle the tight garment over her hips and down her thighs. Since she had already given me her panties, she was completely naked and looked good enough to eat. She was also a natural redhead.

Realizing that I had stuff her panties into my trouser pocket, I pulled them out and held them to my nose. "I had forgotten how good a woman can smell." I said to myself as I tossed her panties onto the pile of her clothes at the foot of my bed, leaned down and kissed her pubic mound, causing her to moan softly, and then shook her in an effort to get her awake enough that I could get her into the shower.

"Katie, we need to get you into the shower. Come on lady; help me out a little, please." I said.

"Okay." She said as she slowly sat up, still blurry eyed and shaky. "I really need to pee again. Can I use the bathroom?"

I had stripped my own cloths off, figuring I would need to help her shower before I helped her up from the bed. This was my really my first chance to just stand and admire her totally naked body, since I had been concentrating on getting her clothes off and said: "Yeah, let's get you in there and then I'll start the shower, so you can get cleaned up so we can get you to bed. I think you will feel better after a good, long night's sleep."

The feel of her skin on mine was very nice and I found myself struggling NOT to get a hard-on as we worked our way into the bathroom and sat her down on the crapper, then turned on the shower and adjusted the water to a nice warm temp. By the time I had the shower ready, Katie had finished her business, wiped and was trying to stand to so she could get into the shower. Fortunately, the shower in my place is first class. It's probably the only place they actually spent money when they changed it over from a hotel to apartments.

"Let me help you." I said to Katie.

Katie was trying to focus, but there was a lot of steam in the room, so everything was blurry. She looked at me and asked; "The water's not too hot is it? I don't like it when it is so hot it turns my skin red."

I replied; "No baby, the water should be just about right for you. Step in, get nice and wet and let me wash your back. I have some body-wash that won't be too manly on you."

"Good, I don't want to smell manly." She said, trying not to giggle.

I lathered up her back and ass, which is pleasantly plump, and then had her turn around and rinse off. She turned her back to me again and I knelt down as best I could and washed her legs, again she turned so the shower stream could rinse her off, but the she did not turn back around. She remained facing me, but her hands behind my neck and said; "Don't you want to wash my front?"

"I would like that very much, but it could lead to something you are really too tired for." I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

"We can always start now and finish in the morning." She replied. "And besides, your cock is as hard as a rock, and you are being quite the gentleman to not just bend me over and take me. I really want to help with that problem, so we can both sleep in the same bed tonight. I don't want you to sleep on your couch, Billy. I want you to sleep with me."

"Let me wash your hair first." I said as I poured shampoo into my hand and lathered her hair up.

"Oh, that feels so good. I LOVE having my head rubbed." She said as a dreamy expression came to her face. "Oh yeah, you are so damn good with your hands, you are going to make me melt."

I was really concerned , because the last time I had tried to wash a woman's hair after we spent two hours fucking, she freaked out because the right hand "Looked like a claw." with only the thumb, index and middle fingers in place. (Needless to say, I never rented her pussy again.) After maybe ten minutes of me washing her hair and messaging her scalp, Katie tried to lean back to rinse, but would have fallen if I hadn't wrapped my "whole" arm around her waist and pulled her to me. She turned around to face the shower and rinsed her hair. The entire time, she was rubbing her sweet, plump ass back into my crotch and my cock was pressed into the cleft between her ass cheeks. When she turned back to face me, she had a devilish smile on her face as she said;

"Now about this big, hard cock; it's all purple and red and swollen and it looks like it hurts; I know, maybe if I kiss it, it will feel better."

With that thought, she knelt down in front of me took my cock in her hands, held the head to her lips and kissed it. When she had finished kissing the entire length of my dick, she began licking it from top to bottom. She was driving me nuts. Finally, after what seemed like a week, Katie opened her sweet mouth and inhaled my cock to the base. I damn near came right then, she knew how to suck dick and held pressure at the base of the shaft so I couldn't cum. She settled into a slow, slurping rhythm, bobbing her head up and down my cock as the water rained down on us from the shower and every time I got too close to orgasm, she slowed and squeezed the base of my dick for a second or two, before resuming her bobbing.

After, I don't really know how long, the hot water had run out, she increased the speed of her bobbing and wrapped her tongue around my cock as well. All the time she was sucking on me, she made little mewls and groans. Occasionally, she even seemed to be whimpering, or maybe that was me. The entire time she was sucking my cock my hands were on her tits, massaging, squeezing, and pinching them. Occasionally, I would roll her hard, inch long nipples between my thumb and fingers, and pinch them just enough that she would yelp, just a bit.

"Oh fuck, baby! Yes, Katie, that's it, I'm so close. Oh SHIT!" I said as my knees started to buckle under me while I shot several months worth of cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop of it, as she continued to bob and suck until I thought she had sucked my balls dry.

She looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes, smiled and asked; "Was that okay? I don't want you to have trouble sleeping tonight."

"I think that will do for tonight, baby. We will see what the morning brings, whenever it gets here." I said with mock sternness that caused her to smile and kiss my, now limp, cock one last time. "Let's get dried off, get you a tee shirt to where, and get to bed, okay?"

Rising to her feet, she planted a huge kiss on my lips as her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine.

"Oh my God, you feel good." I said softly as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

"Your tits feel so good on my chest. It's been a long time since I did this."

"Your chest feels very nice against my boobs." She said as she laid her head on me. "Oh, the water is getting really cold. Can we get out now?"

She was quite correct. The water was nothing but cold now and she had goose bumps all over. I opened the shower door and, as we both stepped out onto the rug, I grabbed the two oversized bath towels that hung on the wall and wrapped one of them around her.

"I like the oversized towels; it's one of the few things I will spend money on. Nothing is worse than a little towel that doesn't get you dry." I said as I finished drying myself and handed her my towel so she could dry her hair with it after she dried her gorgeous body with the other one.

Katie seemed to have sobered up some, so I left her standing in the bathroom and went looking of the biggest tee shirt I owned for her night gown. After a couple of minutes she came out of the bathroom with the one towel wrapped around her head and the other around her body. I had just found a 2XL shirt that said "USMC, We Fight What You Fear" on the front, and handed it to her as she dropped both towels onto the floor.

I could not keep my eyes off of her, and I could feel my cock starting to rise again, so I told her; "You better put this on, or we may not get to sleep for a while."

Katie, this hot, slightly plump redhead that I had known for only a few hours took the shirt from my hand, slid into it, walked over to the bed, pulled the covers back crawled into it and said with that same devilish smile she had in the shower and said;

"Come on Billy, my Devil Dog; we can start again after we sleep."

"Devil Dog, how did you know Marines are called "Devil Dogs?" I asked.

She was now lying in bed with her right hand tucked under her head, almost asleep, it seemed, but relied to my question, saying: "I read, silly Billy. I love to read historical novels and the authors I like best are always historically accurate. And THEY call Marines Devil Dogs."

Katie rolled over onto her left side, as I turned off the lights, except for the nightlight I leave on so I don't end up pissing in the shower at night, lay down beside Katie, turned the light off on the nightstand, pulled the covers up over both us as I snuggled into her back, kissed the back of her neck and said good night, and then I closed my eyes to sleep...and hoped my demons would leave me alone for just one night. Just one night, that's all I ask.