We spend the afternoon together. You are wearing a light summer dress, cute and sexy but not too revealing. I love admiring you as we explore the city. You notice me watching you and decide to tease me—you know how beautiful I find you, and you love to play with that.
For the rest of the day, you build up the tension between us, coming in close and then pulling away whenever I try to kiss or hold you. Playfully, you make me want you more. Sometimes, knowing that I am watching, you casually—maybe accidentally—strike a pose or let me catch a glimpse of more: your thighs, or maybe even a quick flash of cotton underwear. But always teasing, always having fun. You know exactly the effect you have on me…
You lean in and whisper how my attention turns you on, how you love being seen, being wanted—but not yet, not here. Later.
The tension is incredible. A beauty like you is treating me to stolen glimpses, hinting at everything I desire but keeping it just out of reach. I spend the day caught in a cycle of excitement, the intensity building and receding but never fading, my mind filled with images of you and me together.
Later, when we get home, you go to change. When you return, you are wearing a short silk robe. I sit and watch as you undo it, revealing the breathtaking sight beneath.
Your long, smoothly muscled legs are clad in thigh-high hold-up stockings. On top, you wear a sheer mesh bodysuit, cut high at the leg. The mesh is fine enough to suggest the outline of your body beneath but not totally transparent—the teasing continues. As you shrug out of the robe, I drink in the sight of your fit, athletic body moving under the fabric, the flow and lines of your belly shifting with each breath. My attention is drawn down to your crotch, where the fabric subtly hints at the folds beneath.
My gaze lifts, trailing across your midriff to your small, perfect breasts, nipples beginning to show through; then up to your sharply sculpted face. You smile, power and excitement shining in your eyes. You know that I am yours, that I will worship you in any way you desire.
“Follow me,” you breathe, turning toward the bedroom.
I obey, my eyes locked on the glorious view of your firm ass and legs under lace.
In the bedroom, you lay on the bed and begin to run your hands sensually over your body—across your belly, up over your breasts, grazing stiffening nipples, and along your neck. You tell me to strip, watching as I do. Your hands begin their return journey, teasing yourself with slow caresses as your fingertips approach your lower belly.
I step closer, my cock stiffening at the sight before me, but you hold up a hand.
“No. You can only watch. You mustn’t touch me, and you can only touch yourself when I tell you.”
Loving the power you have over me, you smile as I nod, I know it will be worth the torment.
You begin to pleasure yourself. I watch, my eyes tracing every movement, taking in every gasp, every shift of your body, every sound of your growing pleasure. You take your time, bringing yourself close to orgasm before backing off—teasing us both now. I kneel on the bed beside you, my cock throbbing, jutting out desperately for release but still denied.
As you edge closer once more, you lock eyes with me and say,
“Go ahead, James. You can touch yourself now—let’s come together.”
I am more turned on than I thought possible, but with tension and self-control, I begin to stroke myself.
Your fingers move more intensely now, chasing your climax as I join you. We build together, our pleasure mirroring each other’s. When you finally reach orgasm, your eyes find mine, and the sight of your body arching in pleasure pushes me over the edge. With a belly deep groan of release, I spill onto your belly, my climax perfectly in sync with yours.
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In the afterglow of our ecstasy, you beckon me closer. You take my softening cock into your mouth, your tongue and hands teasing me back to full hardness. I moan with pleasure, my body already eager for more. Pulling back, you meet my gaze, eyes burning with hunger.
“Fuck me now, James.”
You roll onto all fours, arching your back. I move behind you, placing my hands between your thighs and gently spreading them apart. Lowering your hips, I position myself at your entrance. I pull the gusset of your bodysuit aside and, with one hand on your hip, guide myself into you. Slowly, I press in, savoring the heat of you as I penetrate.
As I sink deeper, you begin to roll your hips, meeting me, taking me in. I grip your hips with both hands, pulling you back toward me, bottoming out as my belly presses against your ass. I start to thrust, slow at first, then gradually building speed. There is no urgency—I have already come once, and now I can take my time, ensuring you get the fucking you need.
As you approach your climax, you reach back between your legs with one hand, running your fingers over my cock as it slides wetly in and out of you. I feel your nails graze against my shaft and balls as you play. Then, focusing on yourself, you rub your clit in perfect rhythm with my thrusts, chasing your pleasure.
Soon, I am on the edge again. With one final deep thrust, I pull out, groaning as I spill onto your ass and back. The sensation of my release, the heat of my come on your skin, sends you over the edge once more. Your body trembles as another orgasm crashes through you.
We collapse onto the bed, gasping and panting, smiling at each other, chuckling from sheer satisfaction. As we nuzzle in tight, basking in the warmth of our afterglow, we rest—sated, relaxed, and utterly content.
