lipstick.
“Oh, Alice, you are the best!”
“Seconded!” Cheshire yelled, grunting along with them.
Then Alice climaxed as Dick flexed and moaned and another taste filled her mouth, salt joining the pepper.
Alice managed to swallow all of it, more out of courtesy than anything else, and realized she didn’t mind at all. In fact, it was something she’d be happy to try again.
The experience seemed to completely exhaust Dick, who dropped to his knees with a dazed expression on his face. He managed to sort-of look at Alice, though his ability to focus seemed compromised.
“Best. Ever,” he said.
Alice wanted to tell him how sweet that was to say, and how good it had been for her as well, but Dick was already curling up on the floor with his eyes closed.
What was it with men and wanting to sleep afterward? Alice felt energized. Alive, vibrant, ready to take on the whole world.
“Agreed,” said Cheshire from the shadows. “That was tremendous, Alice. Thank you for a wonderful show.”
Alice peered into the dark corner. “I don’t understand, sir. You were touching yourself.”
“Yes,” Cheshire said. “That’s what I do.”
“So how could any one time be better than any other time if it is always you doing the touching?”
Cheshire chuckled. “I never thought of it that way. Consider this, dear Alice. Sex is only partly about friction and bodily fluids. The majority of it takes place in the mind. The body responds to what the mind desires. When we see something arousing, or read something arousing, our bodies respond because we can imagine ourselves in that situation. Watching you turned me on, because I saw what you did to Dick, and wanted to be him. I fantasized it was me, and my climax was very nice as a result.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to experience the real thing?” Alice asked.
“Fantasy is real, Alice. The outcome would be the same whether it was by my own hand, or your lovely mouth. Or any of your other lovely parts.”
Alice touched one of those parts, which moments ago had been pressed against Dick’s face. While that had been delightful, Alice wouldn’t have minded if Dick had entered her as well. Alice was satisfied, but had discovered her body’s capacity to accept more pleasure than she’d ever thought possible.
“So, Cheshire,” Alice said delicately, “if I were to come over to you, perhaps we could-”
“A lovely offer, Alice. But I’m no longer a young man, and my refractory period is perhaps longer than you would feel obliged to wait. However, if you do come here, I would be pleased to bestow a gift upon you.”
Alice brightened. A gift may not be as nice as being vigorously penetrated, but it was a good consolation prize.
“I do hope it is some clothing,” Alice said. “I so need something more to wear than these boots.”
“Indeed it is, Alice. Though I must say, those boots make your legs and bottom look extraordinary.”
Alice hurriedly walked over to the corner of the room, her heels clicking rhythmically.
“Mind your step,” Cheshire warned. “I have been here a while, and the floor is slippery.”
She traversed a minefield of spent tissues and slick stains, and then reached Cheshire, who was naked, flaccid, and standing next to the largest bottle of hand cream Alice had ever seen. It had to contain several liters.
Cheshire caught her staring and said, “I buy in bulk. When one masturbates as much as I, chaffing can become life-threatening.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? No need. See?”
Cheshire offered his hand. Alice took it lightly.
“My!” she exclaimed. “You have the softest hands I’ve ever known!”
“And look at my grip,” Cheshire said. He dug his hand into a nearby box of walnuts and cracked them using only his fingers. “Care for one?”
Alice was actually a bit hungry, so she picked out the nut meat from the shells and ate them.
They tasted like hand cream.
“Anyway, here is the gift I promised you,” Cheshire said, holding up what appeared to be a black pair of panties.
“Underwear!” Alice squealed, snatching the gift. But when she examined them more closely, they were unlike any underwear she had ever seen.
“It’s a garter belt,” Cheshire said.
“What is it for?”
“For holding up stockings, of course. They are terribly sexy, and a personal favorite of mine.”
“But I’m not wearing any stockings,” Alice said.
“I just gave you a garter belt, and now you demand stockings from me as well?”
Alice shook her head, flustered. “No, I-”
“Kidding,” Cheshire said, grinning his wide grin. “I also have some of those for you.” He squatted down next to Alice’s boots. “May I?”
Alice nodded, figuring it was impolite to say no, and Cheshire removed her left boot. He then took her foot in his hands, kissed it, and for some reason, sniffed it deeply.
“Have you ever had your toes licked?”
“No! Why would anyone want to do that?”
“Certainly you would never form an opinion about something without trying it first?”
Alice thought it over. “I suppose I wouldn’t.” At least, not anymore.
“You should consider it at some point. You have lovely feet.”
Cheshire reached behind him and produced a black stocking. He helped Alice into it, and then its twin, and showed her how to hold them up with the clips on the garter belt.
“These are very odd stockings,” Alice said. “They aren’t warm at all.”
“Fishnet stockings aren’t meant to be warm. Fishnet stockings are meant to make the wearer feel sexy, and to arouse all that see her.”
Alice remained dubious. She put her boots back on and studied the look, unsure if she liked it or not.
Cheshire apparently did. He was reaching for the hand cream pump and tugging on himself again, his eyes glued to Alice’s legs.
Alice thought it rude for him to waste his arousal on himself, when she was feeling so empty and in need of being filled. But he had just given her a present, so she didn’t say anything.
“Well, thank you, Cheshire.”
Cheshire nodded, his hand tugging himself even faster. It made Alice feel very self-conscious, and the shame of being watched was returning. He seemed to be a nice enough fellow, but being on display like this was off- putting.
“I, um, have a question, Cheshire. I really do want to get back home, but I don’t know how.”
“Why? Aren’t you enjoying Wonderland?”
“I am, yes, but…”
“Have you tried clicking your ruby slippers together three times?”
“What?”
“Sorry, wrong book. Would you mind bending over for me?”
Alice hunched down. “I’m not really comfortable with that.”
“You were earlier. You were putting on quite a show.”
“Well, I don’t know what came over me. Normally I’m quite shy and reserved. This is really the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of anybody.”
“Not even in front of your boyfriend?”
Alice frowned. “I never have time to get naked in front of him. He’s… quick.”
“Sounds like a turtle I know.”
“A quick turtle? That’s ridiculous.”
