*It all started when you walked in on me as I was in the middle of a photo shoot.
We had been flatmates for less than a week, and, until then, had stayed out of each others’ way.
It was inevitable. It was only a matter of time before you found out about my clandestine life as an exhibitionist.*
I’m arching my back, flipping my hair to one side, working out the best angle for my first photograph…when I notice you standing motionless in the doorway, devouring me with your eyes.
Your eyes hungrily taking in every delicious curve, as you watch my every move, by body twisting in that graceful, feline manner that makes you swallow involuntarily.
My nipples, poking through the thin, translucent lace, begin to harden the second I realize you’re watching me.
The dark outline of my landing strip only partially obscured by the fabric, the contours of my hips and ass perfectly defined, highlighted by the lace borders.
*Stop looking at me.*
I try to sound indignant, I try to ignore that flush of warmth that spreads inside me as steal a glance at you and notice the bulge in your jeans.
*Please don’t look at me. I want to finish this shoot.*
Despite my attempt at seriousness, an awkward schoolgirl giggle escapes my lips, as I feel my panties starting to soak.
*I’ll send you the photos if you stop looking.*
I giggle again, realizing there’s no way you’ll fall for such a petty, Faustian bargain, because you know how much it’s turning me on to be watched by you. You know what it’s doing to me inside.
I begin pulling my bra strap off my shoulder, seemingly to tease for the camera, but I know that’s a lie. I know I’m actually teasing you. Seeing how long it’ll take before you lose that stoic composure, how long it’ll take me to get under your skin.
But I have to look like I don’t notice. I have to look unperturbed. I have to look like I’m not starting to feel a familiar pulsing between my thighs.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, not just because you’re still watching, standing at the doorway, the sound of your breathing punctuating the silence…
*but because I’m so wet, what if he sees the dark stain spreading across my panties?*
Determined to continue my shoot, I lie on my back, my thighs covering my breasts. I quickly glance in your direction, and I feel a nervous flutter in my stomach as I realize your eyes are fixed on the lace between my thighs…on the swell of my lips, the dark slit between them, the spreading wetness that stains the fabric into a deep, luxuriant purple.
I feel the slight tremor in the hand holding the camera, as I rest my fingertips against my lips, through the fabric, for the next photograph.
My thoughts, already in disarray from being so flustered by your presence, ricochet off fragmentary free-associations, momentarily thinking of how this reminds me of Antonioni’s Blow Up, smiling to myself…before another rush of pleasure roars up my spine as I notice, out of the corner of my eye, your fingers moving to the buckle of your belt.
*Fine.
You want to tease me like that, do you?
I’ll just tease you right back.
Let’s see who cracks first.*
I pull my panties to one side, exposing my gaping pussy, smiling to myself when I hear you gasp audibly. Pleased with myself at having finally elicited a visceral, physical reaction from you, I forget to restrain myself, as my fingers start massaging my clit, almost autonomously, of their own accord – – and before I can stop myself, an intense spasm, prelude to an orgasm, bubbles up inside me, ripping through my body.
I blank out…throwing my head back,dipping my finger in between my lips and massaging my tight opening, moaning and sighing…
Before I realize what I just let myself do – – shaking myself out of my orgasmic reverie, pulling my hand away from my lips, looking down to see the glistening strings of juice that bridge the gap between my fingers and my pussy.
*I’m so wet, Oh God. And yes, all that juice on my fingers…it looks so fucking delicious. Maybe…just one taste.*
I hungrily lap up every drop of juice, scooping it out from between my lips with curved fingers. I look back at you, locking eyes with you and smiling coquettishly, as my lips wrap around my fingers, and you moan deep in your throat, all restraint forgotten, as you realize what I’m implying…
I’m showing you how it’ll look…when I’ll wrap my lips around your soaking wet length, after you’ve fucked my gushing, weeping pussy.
I’m showing you how it’ll feel…when I’ll use my tongue to clean up every delicious droplet of your cum and my juice that’ll trickle down your underside.
*And I’m showing you just how much I want your aftertaste in my mouth.*
But not yet.
*Not. Yet.*
Not until I’ve made you watch me tease you mercilessly.
*This is what you get for walking in on me.*
*This is what you get for interrupting and distracting me when I’m working.*
*This is what you get for making me want you so fucking much.*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kk3y15/behind_the_scenes_tease_foreplay
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