For those of you who enjoyed the part 1 of my story, here comes part 2.
So there I was having the best day of my life. My wildest fantasy coming true. I have been wanting my ex-colleague for nearly 4 years and here she is lying semi naked on top of me. Caressing all over my body with her nails and still not allowing me to cum. In return, I gave her soft massages all over her body and squeezed her bubble ass firmly every now and then.
“I’m glad we finally did this,” she said as I about to doze off, “And I’m glad we’re not colleagues anymore. But I was pissed at you for not trying.”
“I was tempted the time we were in Brussell,” I reminiscent our last business trip, “I thought you gave me a sign but I wasn’t sure…”
“You know, for a real smart guy, you’re an idiot!”, she murmured, “I gave you an invitation for “coffee” at my room.. Everyone knows that was invitation for more than coffee…”
“Yea but I’m a tea drinker.”
She laugh and slapped my playfully on my chest.
I pulled into her into me and kissed her passionately. She grabbed my shaft and started to stroke gently. Her thumb played with my glans, bringing me closed to orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum…”
“No you won’t…” She squeezed the head of my dick to stop me from cumming. I took deep breaths to calm my excitement.
“So, you’re into edging?”
“I’m into how long you can take it…” she said with a mischief in her smile. She proceed to do that for 3 or 4 more times, each time I’m edging closer to loosing control.
“Gods.. where do you learn to do this?”
“I’m Indian… we wrote a book on this.”
I realised she was referring to the Karma Sutra, “That’s stereotyping…”, I chuckled. “Your hubby doesn’t know what he’s missing…”
“Oh he does… He just doesn’t like it when I do it for him.”
“No ways… How can anyone be sick of this?”
“He normally doesn’t go pass the 1st round. I don’t wanna talk about him… It’s your turn now.”