Do it for me … Every woman is beautiful in her own way to me. Each one has something that attracts me – her eyes, her lips, her figure, her radiance, the way she laughs. Simona was shorter, slim, had short hair and a soft, feminine energy. She seemed calm, without posing, but there was something playful in her gaze that sometimes revealed that she could be bold.

She moved cautiously in the lingerie store, as if afraid to take an extra step. But then she picked up a lace set in nude color. “This is perhaps a little bold,” she said, smiling.

“That’s why it looks good,” I replied.

When the curtain of the booth was drawn behind her, I left the space between the fabric and the wall only slightly open. I heard the rustle of textiles, a quiet sigh. Then her voice came from inside:
“Can you take a look?”

I went in. The booth was narrow, the light soft. She stood in front of me, and the mirror showed us from two angles—her, cautiously confident, and me, trying to appear calm even though everything inside me was throbbing.

Simona turned a little to see how the lingerie fit. The straps slid gently over her shoulders, the lace touching her skin, contrasting with her soft skin tone.

… do it for me …

“Do you think it fits?” she asked.

I nodded. “It fits… too well.”

She laughed softly, but there was something in her eyes that wasn’t just laughter. It was curiosity, maybe a desire to know how I perceived her.

At that moment, the atmosphere changed. Silence, tension, closeness. I could smell her scent – a mixture of perfume and skin. She leaned towards me and said quietly:
“You know what’s strange? No one has ever paid attention to me there…” she pointed to her ear, a gentle movement as if revealing a secret. “It’s my most erotic part, but… no one has ever noticed it.” Do it for me …

I looked into her eyes. They were deep, focused, I was just waiting for her silent approval.

When I came closer and touched her ear with my lips, she shivered. The air between us thickened, the mirror fogged with her breath. She closed her eyes, leaned against the wall, her fingers gently touched the fabric of the underwear… and a quiet smile appeared on her lips, the one that says more than words.

Until yesterday, I never realized how interesting a woman’s ear is. How many turns, nooks and crannies it has. What can be done with it. How lips, tongue and teeth can work on it. Just do it for me, Until yesterday, it was uncharted territory for me. Today, I understand it a little more.

A woman’s ear is one of the most erotic parts. After it’s all wet from saliva, red from gentle biting and hot from my breath, it still remains the most important part of sexual intercourse, for which the ear was created. “Do it for me, Simonka.” I whispered into her hot, wet, red ear. At that moment, she put her hand in the panties she was wearing.

They were already all wet from how aroused she was. I didn’t notice the time, but it wasn’t more than a minute. In such a short time, she managed to do it herself with her own hand, while I devoted myself to her ear. She looked at me, breathing deeply. She put her head on my shoulder, hugged me and slowly got up.

We just stood for a moment – in silence, which was charged with everything that cannot be named.

When she looked at me after a while, her eyes were calm.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.

We emerged from the booth like two people who had touched something they perhaps shouldn’t have—but that was exactly what made them feel that we could both still feel something beautiful.