She pulled on his cock painfully. She had her left hand down around his balls, pulling down on them and her right hand around his shaft. She was not delicate, and it didn't exactly feel good.
Except it did. Tim felt the familiar feeling of pleasure of impending orgasm deep inside, but he was not there yet.
"Tell me when you are close..." she said. "I want to keep you on the brink of orgasm for some time."
She continued to work his cock. Alternating fast strokes and using different pressure to grip his firm erection.
"I love having men like this...in the palm of my hand." She said.
Tim started to laugh, but she gripped his cock so hard when he did, it stopped him mid-laugh and he winced.
He first saw her at the pizzeria that afternoon. He knew everyone in town, but he'd never seen her before.
What struck him most was her beauty. Her look. She was not "from here." Somewhere far away, exotic and pretty.
Sexy
, he thought to himself.
Dark hair, with just a touch of curl in it, maybe mid/late 20's. A good ten years younger than he. Her skin was flawless and she had the darkest blue eyes...
She caught him staring at her and returned a confident "don't-fuck-with me" vibe. He looked away.