James had always fantasized about being controlled by a woman, being told when to cum and when not to cum, but he always hesitated to mention his fantasies to his dates. With Alex, he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to continue this game of teasing and denial he found himself in. He only knew that he was unbelievably turned on, and would follow his luck with Alex as long as she tolerated him. Who knew—maybe he would get to fuck her after all.
James followed Alex into the hotel lobby and into the waiting taxi. He snuck a look at her face, which was expressionless as usual. James sighed and climbed into the taxi after Alex, sneaking a glance at her legs, waist and ass, which sculpted perfectly by her skin tight dress. Not cumming for five already put James on edge, but the two orgasm denials of the past few hours meant that any straying thought turned James on.
He tried to shield his slight erection from Alex's eyes, but his shifting only attracted her attention. She glanced down at his bulge and smirked. Almost imperceptibly, she opened her legs so that James could see where her thigh-highs led to her pussy, black lace meeting creamy skin.
"Touch yourself. I want to see you rub your cock", commanded Alex.
"Alex...I can't, not here", whispered James, glancing at their driver.
"I said rub your cock; you certainly had no problem with jerking off earlier. I want to see you rub your cock", repeated Alex.
Resignedly, James rubbed at his penis through his pants. He sighed at the contact. He grabbed his growing bulge, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric of the slacks. His eyes roamed over Alex's body, over her breasts, her curved hips and spread legs. He groaned and remembered what she was wearing underneath, thinking of the her pale skin and pink nipples contrasting against her lacy black bra.
"Can I please touch you Alex? I need to feel you", said James.
