Consuela sat down on her creaking motel bed, rubbing her tired feet. The room smelled like stale cigarettes. She had had a long day, just like all the others. She hunched over and sighed, feeling every ache and pain she had acquired in her long years of cleaning. As she stood up to make herself yet another frozen dinner, she paused and looked to her cleaning equipment, her frown becoming slightly less intense. At least she had one pleasure in life, one thing the rich white people couldn't take from her. Her lemon pledge.
She unbuttoned the top of her pale pink dress, her body aflame in anticipation of what was to come. She picked up the bottle and shook it lightly. It was half full. She slowly licked from the cap to the base, enjoying the feel of her tongue catching on the label. She sprayed a bit into the air just to have its scent around her. She undressed her round body in a lemon-scented frenzy, rubbing the smell into her soft, tan, wrinkled skin. The pledge can sat lying at the top of the bed. She crawled to it, licking her lips ever so slowly.
By the time she had found her way to her pledge, she was ready. She felt the evidence of it sliding down her bulbous thighs, begging her for attention. She laid down on her back and lifted her ankles upwards, her delicate bits exposed and quivering in excitement. In too much of a haste she pressed the pledge can onto her slick womanhood. Unready for what she had planned, her body tightened in response.
"Nooooooo," she spoke softly with a frown.
She flattened her pledge against her clit and slowly rubbed up and down, the friction making her moan in her low, masculine voice. With her other hand she slowly inserted one, then two, then three fingers into herself. She sprayed the pledge into the air, relishing in the cool mist landing softly across her leathery skin.
When she couldn't wait any longer she licked the bottom of the lemon pledge, covering the metal with a thin sheen of saliva. Then she pressed it against her hottest part, wanting it inside her. It went in and she let out a soft "yiss."
She moved slowly at first, rocking her body onto the rest of the can, taking it in bit by bit. But when she felt herself nearing the edge, she moved the hand holding the can as well. She pushed it firmly into herself over and over, her pace picking up until her hand was almost a blur. She could feel herself tightening, everything becoming more and more blurred and out of focus. The pledge sloshed in its can in rhythm with her, adding that much more force.
She erupted in a wave of noncommittal "okay"s, her eyes shut tight in sheer pleasure. She felt herself squeeze around the can, the metal never budging to her forceful climax. As she came down from her high she popped it out, smiling with her eyes still closed. She sprayed one final bit of lemon pledge into the air, the scent making her shiver, like it always did.