Antonio's perfect girlfriend is gullible

"You should take your clothes off. You wouldn't want to get rashes, would you?"

"Why would wearing clothes give me rashes?"

"Clothes, in general, wouldn't, but wearing that? The dress covers too much skin, part of it is black so it absorbs sunlight, and you're wearing even more underneath it. In this heat, it'll make you sweat, and if you leave the sweat alone too long, then you're going to get rashes."

Valentine blinked, and then flushed, looking embarrassed that she'd failed to immediately follow Antonio's logic. "Right- I knew that. You didn't explain it well the first time. You're describing heat rashes. Blocked sweat glands trap perspiration against your skin, which causes blisters."

"You're very smart, Ms. Valentine," Antonio's words were colored by condescension, but Valentine missed it as she preened. "Book smarts aren't everything, though. Are you going to act on your knowledge?"

She hesitated for a second, and then she glanced down. "You have a point. If I'd applied my knowledge before coming here, I would have chosen a different outfit. Maybe something white and airy."

"Or something that didn't cover as much skin," Antonio suggested. "A short skirt and a low-cut shirt would work."

"I wish I'd thought of that before I came, but it's too late now. I suppose it isn't too late to start learning from my mistakes, however." As she lifted her skirt, her eyes locked on to Antonio's, silently asking him to turn away.

He didn't, and Valentine didn't press the issue. She didn’t protest his gaze, but she did protest when his hands started to roam her uncovered body.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You said it yourself. Blocked sweat glands trap perspiration against your skin, which causes heat rashes. I'm wiping off your sweat."

It was seventy-one degrees outside, and Valentine had to walk to Antonio's home. She relaxed. It was thoughtful of Antonio to dry her off. Still, she had to ask, "Wouldn't it be more efficient to use a towel?"

"More efficient than my hands? Probably." That didn't stop Antonio from undoing her bra. "More efficient than my tongue? No."

"What are you- oh." Valentine's voice cut off as he latched on to a nipple. She expected Antonio to give it a few quick swirls before moving on, but he didn't. He stayed, taking his time with her nipple. He alternated between flicking it up and down with his tongue, circling her areola, and sucking on her breasts.

"Do I have that much sweat on my breasts?" Valentine didn't think he'd lie, but he was taking more time on her chest than he had anywhere else.

"Sweat is salty. Why don't you see for yourself how salty your breasts have made my mouth?"

His demand made sense, so Valentine didn't protest when he pushed his lips against her own. It wasn't a kiss. She opened her mouth because she wanted to run her tongue against his lips and determine whether they were salty- they were- and the reason he slipped his tongue into her mouth must have been for a similar reason. His tongue had spent a lot of time circling her breasts, so it must have been salty as well.

With that in mind, Valentine moved her tongue against his, trying to determine the taste. It was salty as well, and she told him as much when they broke for air.

"Can you guess why your breasts are so much saltier than the rest of you?" Antonio went back to toying with her breasts, signaling there was more work to be done. This time Valentine didn't question his movements. Her frown was one of contemplation, not displeasure.

She spotted her discarded bra. Antonio hadn't thrown it very far when he had divested her of the garment. "My breasts are sweatier because I was wearing another layer over it. I was wearing my bra in addition to my dress."

Antonio smiled at her, and Valentine knew she was right. "It would make sense for you to not wear a bra anymore. That way you won't sweat as much."

The more she thought on the topic, the more his suggestion made sense. In addition to helping her deal with the heat, not wearing a bra would simplify her wardrobe and reduce the time she had to spend dressing. And that wasn’t even including the money she’d save if she didn’t have to buy more bras. She had plenty of reasons to agree, and so she agreed.

"Can you repeat back to me what changes we've made to your wardrobe?"

"I'm not an idiot," Valentine looked offended at the implication that she would have forgotten already. "We decided that I should wear clothes that showed more skin to help with ventilation- shorter skirts and low cut shirts, specifically. I should also avoid wearing more than one layer, so bras are out too."

"And your panties?"

"What?"

Antonio's hands left her breasts and resettled lower. A finger traced the outline of her pussy through her panties as he continued, "You should avoid wearing more than one layer. Panties are a second layer, aren't they?"

"I guess I'm pretty moist down there, huh?"

His hands slipped down her knickers and inside her. "You are," he confirmed.

Valentine's knees buckled, as he started to wiggle his finger, collecting moisture on his fingertip. "That's not sweat," she managed to get out. Valentine could live with the embarrassment of Antonio finding out she had become aroused from him cleaning her breasts. She couldn't live with the mortification of cumming in front of him, and she would cum if he didn't stop.

Mercifully, he halted. Unfortunately, it was to bring his middle finger, slick with her arousal, to her lips. "Of course it's sweat. Taste it. It's salty."

Valentine would have protested, because unlike with her breasts, Antonio hadn't tasted her down there. How would he know?

Before she could voice her complaints, his finger was in her mouth, grazing her tongue. Her taste buds activated- and to her shock, she didn't taste the sweetness of arousal. She tasted what Antonio claimed she would- sweat. She shouldn't have doubted him. A perfect girlfriend wouldn't.

Valentine tried to move back, so she could tell him he was right and apologize for doubting him.

A hand on the back of her skull stopped her. "I've been cleaning you everywhere. The least you could do is clean off my fingers. You don't want me to get heat blisters, do you?"

Valentine hadn't cleaned something off with her mouth before, but she was intelligent. She thought back to how Antonio had cleaned off her breasts- swirling his tongue around her nipple and sucking- and tried to imitated his motions.

He stiffened, and for a second she thought she was doing something wrong. Then, the hand on the back of her skull started scratching her scalp. "That's- that's good. Keep doing it like that."

Pleased, Valentine dove in enthusiastically. She was pleased with how quickly she managed to catch on, and Antonio must have been too because as soon as she finished, Antonio sunk to his knees and latched on to her vagina.

Valentine was an intelligent woman. In the seconds that followed, she connected his salty fingertips to her vagina and reasoned that she must have sweated down there. Then she remembered that his tongue cleaned better than his fingers did, and reasoned that he must be cleaning her thoroughly.

And Antonio was diligent. He was cleaning her clit, sucking and circling; and then he was inside her, lapping and slurping; and then he was outside her, kissing and caressing. He was cleaning her and she shouldn't have been aroused, but she was.

Her arousal had never truly died, but it had ebbed somewhat while she had been cleaning his fingers. Now that the stimulation was back, Valentine was horrified to realize the results were similar to edging. It made holding off impossible, and her attempts to avert her climax only made it more powerful when it arrived.

Her orgasm was vocal. Antonio couldn't miss how she exploded, and Valentine had been dreading his reaction to her perversion.

It was a relief when he smiled. "You've made a mess. Cleaning this with my tongue is going to take forever. We're going to have to take a shortcut."

"What shortcut?"

"My hands are fast, my tongue is faster, and my dick is the fastest," Antonio explained, as he stood and undid his pants.

Valentine considered protesting, but Antonio had been right so far, and hadn't she resolved to trust what he said? She leaned back and spread her legs. "Next time we do this, use your dick from the start."

Antonio smiled. "Of course, Mrs. Valentine."

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