She finished her shower and modeled the cute bathrobe that he purchased for this occasion. It was way too short, but the color complimented her fiery tresses and those sexy eyes. The Clarion Hotel room was adequate with two beds. He parked himself on one. She sat down on the other and crossed her long legs.

The guy was fifty-something.

The redheaded wisp of pink smoke had just turned nineteen. She was the wildest erotic delight of his life. He became lost in a feverish haze of dark desires at the mere sight of her. Hearing her name robbed him of logic and reason. He was on a runaway train and the freight was this seductive five-foot-three, one hundred pound, bed devil.

"What, exactly, is it that you want to do with me this afternoon?" she wondered aloud.

Fair question.

He whispered his fair answer into her ear and waited for the reaction.

She gave him a quizzical glance and then did a double take.

"Let me get this straight. You want to spank me on my bare ass with your bare hand while I blow you. You get to keep spanking me until I can make you cum in my mouth."

What if she hated the idea?

Worse yet, what if she laughed?

"I will even spank you with my left hand," he offered.

He was right-handed.

Using his left hand would reduce his power, skill and careful control.

She took a deep breath and considered her choices carefully.

"Three minutes," she negotiated.

"Three minutes?" He looked suddenly confused.

"I want a... head... start," she emphasized the word "head" and pointed to the digital readout on the clock radio on the nightstand between the beds. "You give me a three minute advantage before you begin spanking me and I'll give you more Valentine's Day fantasy than you can handle."

"When did you start making the rules?" he asked.

"When it's my sweet ass on the line," she chuckled. "Take it or leave it."

This girl meant business.

What choice did he have?

He accepted her terms.

She flopped facedown on the bed and cradled her chin in her hands. Soft moppet eyes looked up at him. She gulped hard and pouted. Her lower lip trembled and her best little girl voice teased, "Are you... going... to... spank me?"

Damned, she was good.

His mouth went dry and he broke out in a sweat.

“So how do we start?” she asked.

“Like this,” he answered and positioned himself next to her on the bed, facing the other way, almost as if they were going to perform sixty-nine. He kept her lying on her belly, bottoms up. He stretched out on his right side and propped himself up with his elbow.

She took him into her mouth at precisely 1:10 p.m.

It made for an interesting performance. He watched her kiss the head and wait. Then she sucked on the head and licked the underside for just a moment and held her fire. Her tongue ran up and down the length of his penis and paused. She nibbled him, very gently, along the shaft and delayed some more.

A voyeur watching this scene might assume that the teen was simply unsure about how to perform fellatio.

He knew exactly what she was doing.

This sex kitten was playing with her prey.

She was methodically moving from one oral sex technique to the next, watching his manhood for that telltale twitch that betrayed what worked and what did not.

Time was on her side.

"I read Cosmo," she confessed with a wink. "GAME OVER."

She looked straight into his eyes and put her thumb and index finger together to form a ring. Then she put the circle up to her mouth and formed a tube with the rest of her hand. Her other hand firmly squeezed the base of his cock.

What happened next drove the guy to thrashing and thrusting.

The digital readout on the clock radio on the nightstand mercifully changed to 1:13 p.m.

He miraculously recovered his composure and started slow, easy, and concentrated on watching her delicious backside blush. Self-control and dignity returned. Variety was the name of his game as well. He smacked her ass with fingers spread wide and fingers together. He targeted one cheek, then the other, sometimes both. If nothing else, patience was his virtue.

"Harder!" she complained. "You spank like a grandmother.”

He clenched a fistful of red curls and tugged her away from that task in mouth. Her electric eyes flashed and she challenged his confidence with a disobedient giggle.

“You had best get way better at what you are doing down there, young lady,” his stage whisper came out all clipped and serious. “Or else your adorable little bottom will prefer standing to sitting for the next few days.”

She stretched out her tongue as far as she could and gave the head of his pole a defiant little lizard lick.

Youthful enthusiasm dueled masterful experience in an erotic struggle for honor.

The twosome exchanged blows, each in their own way.

Sucking.

Licking.

Nibbling.

He expected all that.

But she did not just give him oral sex, she gave him oral genius. The "hummer" took him by surprise. She started by making "mmmm" sounds for a few seconds at a time and varied the tone, high and low, as she moved her mouth up and down, creating spine-tingly vibrations. That magazine article that she once read said to focus the humming on his supersensitive head with her lips.

Cosmopolitan hit the nail on the head.

Stinging spanks fell like raindrops during monsoon in retaliation.

The "hummer" turned frantic as that lovely bottom reddened. Her hot asscheeks clenched into little fists. She bucked and bounced and begged him to stop with her mouth full.

His victory guaranteed his defeat.

The perfect spanking triggered oral perfection.

Her surrender was the ultimate sex technique.

He screamed like Godzilla and exploded in her mouth.

She sucked him dry. The only thing missing was "straw noises" at the end.

Her repertoire of mesmerizing mouth moves and erotic enthusiasm shifted into overdrive. No mercy for him now. Our spanker just won the wonder-lover lottery. It was way too much. Intense pleasure quickly became punishment. He pleaded for her to stop. She loved the sound of that.

He finally pried her face from his crotch.

She swiped her smeared red lips with the back of her hand, rolled over, and purred.

"Be careful what you wish for," she warned. "Have you met your match... old man?"

"You had a three minute advantage," he tried hard to catch his breath and stop that violent shaking inside. "Next time it will be different."

"Next time we'll take pictures," she lilted. "Maybe video."

She spread those luscious thighs wide and touched herself for their mutual enjoyment.

"That made me-e so-o horny," she meowed and closed her eyes. "Surprise me, Darling."

He drew in a deep breath and let out a lingering sigh.

"I am going to miss you so damned much," he told her. "You are just drop-dead gorgeous. Your eyes bring men to their knees.

"Too soon, you will bewitch some innocent young knight in shining armor. He will rescue you from the vile clutches of this lecherous old dragon. Our moments together will become but misty memories of chances taken and pleasures experienced."

A single tear rolled down his cheek.

"You are," he admitted with a sad little grin, "the best and worst thing to ever happen to me."

She studied him intently.

Emotions choked him and he turned away to wipe his eyes.

"Not today," she reassured him and guided his hungry mouth to her flawless breasts. Both erect nipples received a severe tongue-lashing. His romantic behavior migrated below-the-belt and her nimble fingers welcomed him back home. She gasped and moaned and washed his face. "Tomorrow doesn't look good either."