When I stepped into the apartment I forgot to say, "Hello." I also forgot to say, "How are you? How was your day?" or even, "It's nice to see you." I didn't say anything, I simply walked over to the couch and began undressing.
The fact that she was standing next to the couch, focused on my every move absolutely escaped me. It was as if she simply wasn't there, which, of course, was exactly the case. My lover wasn't there. I noticed a couch, a coffee table with an interesting erotic sculpture in the middle. I saw a love seat, a lounger, a large TV, a lamp, an ottoman and a naked woman. There was just furniture, nothing that could interest me... at least until I got undressed.
Once I was naked, I sat down on the couch, found the remote control for the TV nestled between some pillows and considered whether I wanted to watch TV, or read, or do something else. I gently placed the remote control on the couch and looked up to the naked woman standing next to me.
I looked up at her, noticing for the first time today how she had changed her hair style, instead of the long hair reaching down her back nearly to her ass, she had cut it short, in a pixie style, with pointed sideburns curling in a circle on each side of her face. The dark curls made her cheeks look more prominent, but softer. I imagined a tear running down her cheek and falling onto her breast.
"Melanie," I said, pausing as she responded to me with a bow of her head. "Make yourself come for me. I want to watch you."
She curtsied and moved over in front of me, sitting down on the parquet flooring, her naked ass squeaking a bit as it stuck to the shiny finish. Spreading her legs, she first toyed with her nipples, which were already hard. Taking the erect little nubs between her thumb and index finger, she gently kneaded them, intently staring into my eyes.
Releasing her nipples, she moved her palms over them, moving in wide circular motions. My cock had hardened, but she did not look down, she continued staring into my eyes until I whispered, "You can look now."
Her eyes lowered, now focusing on my cock as she lowered her hands, one resting on her hip, the other moving between her legs as her fingers dipped into her wet opening. She pushed her fingers in and out of herself until they were well coated in her juices, then she let them meander up her slit to find her clit.
As I watched her, I began teasing my nipples, enjoying the sensation while watching her perform for me. She had two fingers tucked in between her lips moving in a circular motion, the fingertips disappearing and then emerging from between the delicate folds. Occasionally, the hand on her hip would move over toward her pussy and gently tug at the edge, slightly opening her lips up. As they opened I could see her cunt, wet and ready for penetration. I wasn't certain if she did this solely for my benefit or hers, but I enjoyed the peek at the pink inner lips.
Occasionally she'd dip her fingers into her opening and cover them in her wetness before returning to her clit. After a while, I could tell she was getting close because she was lifting her hips up slightly as she moved her fingers. I listened and watched intently as she got closer and closer. Suddenly I said forcefully, "Stop!"
Her fingers immediately stopped moving and she remained with her hips lifted off the ground awaiting my next instruction. I could see her hands shaking in obvious frustration at being denied the pleasure when she was so close. Letting her tremble for a few moments I then spoke, "Melanie, I want you now, but you cannot come until I say you can. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
