It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, Alison had already eaten and left some breakfast prepared for Graham, who slept soundly, whilst she dressed she watched him sleeping on the bed is usual early morning erection pushing at the sheet, She wondered what dirty thoughts were on his mind.
Alison had already taken a hot shower and dressed in her red bra and panties, thrown on a comfortable red sweater, short black skirt and knee length black boots. She intended to go to the newsagents and pick up a newspaper and a few luxury items, as she walked the distance she thought over her plans for today.
On her return Graham had showered, dressed and eaten the breakfast she had prepared and left for him and was now sat on the sofa watching TV and waiting for his Sunday newspaper, Alison handed him the newspaper as she passed on her way to the computer, she positioned herself in the chair.
She felt Grahams admiring glances on her legs, she knew he loved the boots she was wearing, he thought for a mature woman she still had shapely and sexy legs, had she not had she would never have worn a short skirt.
She knew he liked and would be incredibly turned on by her choice of clothes his morning, when she was wearing short skirts he liked to brush up against her, feel her ass and slide his fingers between her legs teasingly, but now she knew she was teasing him. Alison sitting on the swivel office chair crossed and uncrossed her legs several times, trying to get into a comfortable position that would allow her comfort to work and to tease him mercilessly.
Once she had reworked her lecture Alison sat back to read her alterations, as she did her skirt inched up her thighs a little and revealed her stocking tops and a touch of her red panties.
From over his newspaper Graham peered at her movements and sneaked a peek, how lovely and tempting she looked as he stifled a sigh and eased his cock to a more comfortable angle.
He longed to crawl over, spread her legs open wide and delve is tongue into that hot sweet pussy of hers.
However he knew she was the domineering one in their relationship and wouldn't tolerate it when she was working.
So holding is newspaper with one hand he used his free hand to rub his already hardening shaft through is jeans.
His movements did not go unnoticed, Alison knew by the taught look of his pants that he was fully aroused and his quiet moans were more audible than he realized, hidden by his newspaper Alison knew she had him right where she wanted him.
The whole scene made her so hot she felt her pussy contract and juice slide down her wet slit to her ass. Making sure he got a better view she leaned further back in the chair almost reclined now.
Teasingly she lowered her fingers to her stocking top and straightened it, refastening the clasp, too much for him to bear she heard his zipper slide down and saw the tension of the material slacken as he released his swollen throbbing cock from its constraints, the newspaper moving in time with his hand as he began slowly stroking his cock unsure of her reaction he stifled his moans carefully as he felt his hand slide up his incredibly hard cock.
Alison kept up her tease of him; she pretended not to notice so as she would have him begging for her to touch him.
She turned and swiveled her chair sideways so that she could only see him from the corner of her eyes as she appeared to be reading her work.
She could see his movements clearly working his shaft harder, as he played with the head of his now engorged cock he moaned deeply.
How she longed to swirl her tongue around him but she wanted the show. She could hear the wet familiar sound of his hand sliding over his pre-cum soaked head and closed her eyes for a second enjoying the wet noise he made as his hand slid up and down his shaft.
God she's a tease, Graham thought, as he sat in his chair, the morning paper folded over his straining erection. His hungry eyes tracing the movements of her fingers as they toyed with the clip of her suspender belt, his cock throbbed as she traced the subtle outline of her undergarment. She was fully aware of the effect her actions were having on him and yet he was powerless to resist from the inevitable conclusion of her teasing.
Graham was now in such an aroused state he inwardly cursed "bloody older women" he thought they always knew how to turn him on, bring him to his knees like a jibbering horny wreck.
He also knew that he loved to be toyed with and used and was ultimately powerless to resist despite his inner protestations.
His fingers circled his throbbing erection as he made every effort to surreptitiously wank himself off without making it to obvious to Alison that he had foregone all decency and was playing with his cock in front of her in the living room.
Once again her manicured fingers reached for an errant suspender clip causing her skirt to ride up and expose more enticing white thigh. He thought she looking at him, an eyebrow raised in admonishment or reproach, how to tell?
He had almost given up the pretence now and was openly stroking his cock moving the skin over the engorged head hoping for a token, a small sign that she liked what he was doing and he really needed her approval.
As she shuffled her papers on the desk could he detect a tightening of the material of her blouse? A stiffening of her nipples, was she just as turned on just as he was? His breathing deepened, a small bead of sweat forming on his brow as his exertions began to take their toll on him, and precum now covered his palm that made it easy to wank and brought greater pleasure.
He wasn't playing her game though Alison thought, how he dare jerk his cock without her permission. Later he would pay for his insubordination but for now she let him sweat it out and hump is hand until she saw the familiar sign that he was close to coming, the sound of his hand fisting over his cock and the slurping noise he made was making her cunt ache for his attention.
Alison chose just the right moment to turn around and glare into Graham's eyes.
"Stop right there dirty little boy", "did you honestly think you'd could have a good wank without my permission?" she said sternly.
Graham close to the edge of shooting his hot load in her direction froze instantly, his hips jerked and he gripped the head and base of his cock hard, to stop from squirting his hot load.
She was going to deny him his orgasm, and inwardly he pleaded with her, "Please babe I need it".
His mouth wanted to say the words but he knew he dared not when she was playing her dominant role. His hips left the sofa as he stabbed at the air desperately in need of orgasm, which he knew she would now deny. He had thought that his stimulation of his engorged cock today in front of her would have resulted in a satisfying mutual masturbation session or if he was lucky her straddling him and fucking the life out of him with that tight pussy of hers, but she obviously had other ideas.
Alison stood up, walking slowly and purposefully toward him, he had to learn his lesson, she thought. "What have we here dirty boy?"
She didn't await an answer but commanded him to remove his hand from throbbing flesh that he now held in his hand and demanded he remove his pants and boxer shorts.
Graham shivered at her touch as she felt how hard he was, her touch like electricity coursing through his cock into his balls it ran through him as she bent over using the fingernail on her index finger to circle the head of his cock collecting the sticky pre-cum oozing from his shaft.
She tasted it before turning with her ass in his face and reaching under her skirt removing her soaked thong, sliding it slowly down the backs of her thighs within inches of his face, teasing him, she heard him groan, turning around to face him Alison tied her panties almost painfully tight around the base of his cock, he winced slightly.
