You’re sat at the table, having a beer, when I walk in to show you how a dress looks for whatever event. Turning in the chair, you very deliberately look me up and down and ask me to turn around. I do so.
Then you summon me closer, sliding your hands around my waist (still seated) then up my back to unfastened the dress and let it slide down my body. Leaving me stood in front of you again, this time in only a corset, thong, stockings, suspenders and heels.
You get to your feet and walk around me slowly, fingers trailing as again you look me over. Sitting back down in front of me, your only comment is “better” as you continue to look. Just as I am about to start getting embarrassed and go get changed, you stand, taking my hand, lean in close and whisper “Don’t do that. You trust me right?”
All I can do is nod but that not enough as you tell me to say it! Finding myself no longer panicking, I swallow and tell you “Yes, I trust you ” then you smile and kiss me gently but not shyly while sliding your hands around me waist again.
Suddenly you’re lifting me slightly to sit me on the table, in front of where you had been sitting, steadily leaning me further back whilst moving your lips down my body until I’m laid on the table before you.
Unfastening each catch on the front of the corset, slowly, teasingly, deliberately, you have me bare breasted and breathless, still moving maddeningly slow.
I slide my legs up around you as I try to rise and tease you too, but you refuse to let me, gently pushing me back down against table and taking my legs from around you. You’re irresistibly in total control as you rest my feet on the arms of your vacated chair, running your hands up my legs, still achingly slow and frustratingly deliberate in every movement.
Teasing, stroking, with kisses and licks as you continue exploring.
I can’t help but to gasp and whimper in delicious agony, moving my body in archs to raise against wherever I can touch you.
That’s when you sit down in the chair again, pulling it closer to the table still between my legs.
Then I hear a snap, then another. Whether you cut the thong or just ripped it, I couldn’t say but the cold air as you pull it away has me almost jumping off the table.
Then you’re touching me, first thighs, then teasingly anywhere but the one place I’m desperately wanting you to.I try to raise my hips to guide you, but your insistent hands won’t let me move against you, leaving me no option to plead a little with you… Oh Matt! Please, I’m so close! Do it now!
You just quietly chuckle to yourself and continue exploring, moving so very close but deliberately not letting me twist and turn to get closer to any kind of relief.
Then one finger, just one finger slowly drags it’s way up the centre of my very wet pussy, causing me to arch up against the table, and just when I finally start to relax down, your tongue follows the same path.
A very deep moan escapes me as you start to explore, and I can’t control the movement of my hips as you slowly feast….
Then I’m lost. No longer coherent or present, just burning hotter and hotter, rushing towards immediate release and that’s when you stop, chuckle and ask if I want to move somewhere else. Letting your fingers make lazy circles while I catch my breath enough to answer, only I can’t decide, I can’t think. “I want you, I don’t care where!” This elicits another maddening chuckle. Read more »