UNEXPECTED SURPRISE

"Where is your fianceé?", the red-hair girl asked, with a smirk on her face as she unbuckled her heels sitting on the bed.

Roseline had never met her before, so it couldn't be one of Thompson's friends.

She peered more into the room from the creak they had left from not bolting the door properly to take a proper look at the woman.

The red hair was not familiar at all.

What was she doing now?

Roseline watched as she flung her heels away from her feet carelessly across the room. 

She raised her legs, placing them on top of the bed in a way, with her knees pointed upwards. Then, propping herself up with her elbow, she threw her head back and flexed her neck, a slow moan escaping her throat.

Roseline listened, her eyes still glued to the scene that unfolded before her.

"How many times would I tell you that she isn't my fianceé", Thomson replied from somewhere outside of her view, his voice a mix of tiredness and longing.

Roseline's breath hitched and her shoulders dropped.

She remembered that evening. The evening before the day she moved in with Thompson.

He had driven her to a fine restaurant. Then, pulling a ring out of his breast pocket, he had asked her to marry him. 

Now, there he was, denying that he ever gave her a ring in front of another woman, right inside their bedroom.

Roseline eyes itched with tears. 

"What then is she? You allow her live with you, in your house", the red-hair spoke.

She didn't sound angry. She sounded confident. Playful. Like they were mocking her for being too foolish to have believed Thompson and the ring.

"Nothing", came Thompson's reply.

She watched the red hair break into a hysterical laugh even before Thompson's reply dropped.

She laughed so hard, kicking her legs in the air excitedly, her red panties slipping away from the cover her lavender-colored dress provided into the open.

"You bet", Thompson spoke again, stiffling a laugh.

"Oh, Come here, daddy", the red hair cut him off, spranging up from where she lay on the bed to a kneeling position.

Roseline's lips trembled uncontrollably as she watched her smoothly sling her dress off her shoulders, then completely letting go of it through her legs.

She was undeniably thick. Her skin, a bit tanned but full, smooth and curvy. Her backside was just as plump and protruding as her front end.

"Don't keep me waiting", she said slowly in a raspy voice, her breathing a bit loud, the cascade of bright long red hair swinging behind her like a dangerous flame.

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her.

She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground.

Next, quiet footsteps.

Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed.

He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed.

Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on.

"That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red-haired gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson.

As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer to him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face.

"You like them?" she asked, moaning lightly.

Thompson paused.

Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them.

"Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest.

"The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material.

But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head.

Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily.

Roseline froze. She wanted to scream, but in that moment, she forgot how to. 

Her breathing became hot and too fast. The stress pressed down on her throat.

She wanted to run, but her body was stiff, like it grew out of where she stood and needed to be uprooted to be moved.

She looked on.

Thompson lifted his head, but not in the direction where she stood. He was too engrossed in eating the meal before him. He didn't notice they were being watched.

Instead, he caught the mouth of the red-haired in his and ravaged them like a starved beast.

With his hand, he teased her nipples until they popped out through her lacy bra. Grabbing the plump skin, he massaged them with both of his hands, his lips still holding hers in an earthquake.

The red hair twisted, stretching her body uncomfortably.

She withdrew her lips from his, but before she could say what she wanted to say, Thompson caught her tongue, sucking it hard and mercilessly.

Giving him a few quick taps on the back, she made to withdraw again, but then, he caught the lace of her bra, and in strong pull, snapped the materials in two, causing her pumped breasts to break free, hot against his chest.

She breathed out in relief. 

Immersing her mouth more in his and wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, she pulled him into the bed, closing his waist in her legs.

"Service, now!" she commanded, her voice weak, amidst silent moans.

Roseline watched Thompson glide away from her face to her stomach. He pulled the red panties off her skin and went down on her immediately, with his tongue.

Cries of moaning filled the room.

"Yeah"

"Keep it going"

"Let's soak up your sheets"

The red hair cried excitedly as Thompson grinded hungrily into her.

For a second, the view blurred into Roseline's stare and then, hot tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her head slumped, and more tears dropped onto the floor, forming a tiny pool.

Her fist tightened, causing her long omber nails to dig painfully into her palm.

Then, one last look at the woman's sprawled legs wide open on the bed with her hair in a red mess against the white sheets and the man on top of her, thrusting in and out with all his might, Roseline turned and walked out of the apartment, her luggage rolling slowly against the hard floor right after her.