*This story was inspired by a message exchange with a female friend. Accordingly, this story is written from the woman’s point of view. I’m hoping I did her idea justice.*
I once dated a man who was into retro-gaming. As an old-school gamer myself we would sometimes get together for sessions in front of his old CRT style television (the kind with the reflective glass screens). Here is a description of one of our gaming “sessions”.
He invites me over at the end of a long work week. We take up our usual positions, with him sitting on the couch, and me settling on the floor in front of him with my legs tucked under me. It’s fun being close to each other, laughing and joking about anything and everything that comes to mind. As we approach the bottom of the stack of games he laid out for us I decide it’s time to play my own game. I wait until he is engrossed in a round of Galaxian, the old school shooter, on his Atari 2600 to make my first move.
I slowly start to unbutton my dress down the front, knowing he can see me in the reflection of the television screen. Glancing up, I see him struggling to maintain focus on the game as a narrow strip of skin is exposed from my chest to my navel. He’s doing much better than I expected, so I continue unbuttoning, all the way to the bottom of my dress. The straps of the dress have fallen off my shoulders onto my arms, and the tops of my breasts are on view in the TV reflection. I’m not wearing a bra, and the fabric of my dress is now hanging from the tips of my hardened nipples. The slightest movement on my part would cause it to fall away completely, but I’m careful in my movements.
I raise my hands, touching my fingertips to the tops of my breasts. Ah, now I have his attention!
I see his eyes flicker, for just a moment, to glance at my chest. I watch as his jaw drops open, and he loses his grip on the controller at just the wrong time. “BOOM” we hear on the screen as one of the invaders dives into his ship. I turn slightly and say tauntingly, “You better hold tighter to your joystick, Babe.”
As I turn back to face the screen I let my dress fall off of my arms, completely exposing my breasts and navel to his view in the reflection. A quick glance at his eyes shows they are fixed on the formation of the attacking Galaxians. He’s gripping his controller tightly, and his face is a mask of concentration as he purposefully ignores me. He’s apparently decided that he’s going to try to resist my seductive efforts. I find it cute that he thinks he’ll be successful.
Realizing I need to up my teasing game, I open my legs giving him a brief glimpse of my panties before I slide them aside exposing my wet pussy. My lips are open and ready, so I dip the fingers of my right hand inside, the smell of me scenting the air, arousing him, distracting him; but not enough. I raise my left hand to my nipple, tickling it at first, then grasping and pulling. The pleasure is too much. I don’t try to suppress the moan that escapes my lips as my eyes close and I lean my head back.
“Boom!” I hear from the direction of the television.
I don’t bother looking up to see what happened, I can guess by the sound on the screen and the sound of his now labored breathing.
Giving up all pretense at trying to watch him play, I slide my panties down my legs and off. I spread my legs wide, and begin playing with my clit with one hand while I furiously drive the fingers of my other hand between my pussy lips. I fix my eyes on him in the reflection of the screen, and giggle when I see the surprised and lustful look on his face.
I notice that the movements of his last ship have become erratic. *It’s only a matter of time now.*
Fighting the urge to turn around and tear his clothes off, I instead bring both hands up to my breasts, cupping them, and presenting them as my thumbs flick rapidly over my nipples. “Isn’t there….ohhhhhhh…something you…gasp…should be doing?” I manage to get out as I tease both him and myself mercilessly.
He finally tosses the controller aside. Seeing this I immediately turn around and reach for his belt. I have his belt off and fly open before I hear his last ship explode on the screen behind me. Soon I have my own personal joystick to play with. It’s warm and hard and better than anything I’ve held since I arrived. I lean forward and take him into my mouth, one hand wrapped around his shaft and the other cupping his balls.
His moan is music to my ears as I alternate between running my tongue around the head, and engulfing his cock to the hilt. I soon realize that all of my teasing has been too effective. If I don’t slow down I’ll have to wait to feel him inside me. Reluctantly I pull my mouth off of him as I squeeze the base of his shaft to stave off his orgasm.
I rise to my feet, never breaking eye contact. I give him a shy smile and a wink as I turn around and settle myself onto his waiting, rock-hard cock. I grab his hands and bring them to my breasts beginning a massaging motion that he picks up and continues. I reach back with one hand and grasp the back of his neck. My other hand trails down and begins to rub my clit. I’m riding him now, and he’s pinned beneath me. Neither of us are going anywhere until we complete this journey.
He begins nibbling on my earlobe, eventually moving down to kiss my neck. My hand on the back of his head prevents him from going anywhere else. The manipulation of his fingers on my nipple are driving me to ever heightening delights as I continue to ride him, my own fingers playing on my clit with just the right pressure and rhythm.
Eventually, his moans become louder and more insistent. He’s biting and sucking on my neck. The sensations are exquisite.
We’re moving as one. Each move back on my part is met with a thrust forward from him. I’m afraid the couch won’t be able to take much more of this as we ride our way to climax!
Just as I’m reaching my peak, he explodes deep within me, and then I’m coming too. It’s like nothing I’ve felt in a long, long, time. I scream as I feel myself gush around his cock. He continues to play with my tits as I continue to ride him. Soon I’m coming again, this orgasm even better than the last. I lean my head back to kiss him. His lips meet mine as we slow our pace and ride out the glorious sensations.
I feel him soften and slip out of me. Then I turn to curl up on his lap, his arms wrapped around me. “This is so much better than any gaming sessions I had when I was a teenager,” he says as he stands up, still holding me. “Let’s get cleaned up, and continue to play…in the bedroom.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tbit6e/distracting_him_from_his_video_game