Driving with my windows down, the sun roof open, I sigh contentedly, I love this warm weather, I've been sick of winter for months, and having the warmer temps so early in the year just makes it that much better. The wind flirts with my skirt, moving it across my thighs. I smile at that, and think that very soon, it will be you moving across my thighs.
I lay on my stomach, obviously scripted, but fun just the same, my white men's button down shirt buttoned only part of the way up, my thigh high fishnet stockings tickling my thighs, and my cute little librarian glasses perched on my nose. My legs are crossed at the ankle, and I'm reading a magazine when I hear you come in. My heart rate increases, my pussy is so wet, I'm giddy with anticipation, both of feeling your body against mine, and of what you'll think of my attire.
I try to ignore you, pretend indifference when I really want to crawl across the bed and pull you down on top of me. I sneak a glance behind me, and see you smiling at me, so I turn back around, pretending to read again. Pretending that I don't care at all what you are doing, until I feel your hands on my ass, and then your mouth running along my crease. The black lace panties I'm wearing are easily moved out of the way as I feel you move lower, until I feel your tongue slide into my pussy.
Unable to even pretend I'm reading now, I throw the magazine to the side and grip the sheets as I feel my body reacting so quickly as you move me slightly so your tongue can tease my clit. I feel an orgasm bubbling up inside of me, and my short panting breathes must have told you the same because just as I feel like I can let go, you stop.
I cry out in frustration. I wanted that orgasm so badly. I wanted your tongue right where it was, until I feel you again licking my creases, and then I feel your tongue move just a little higher and then you tease my ass, kissing me, licking me, until I am about to cum, and again, you move away. You tease me relentlessly, moving your mouth from my pussy to my ass, never letting me cum, just keeping me so on edge I could scream.
Then, when I am sure I can't take any more, you move away from me, and sit on the couch to my right. I manage to lift my head up off the bed and rest it on my palm as I watch you. As much as I want to stay where I am, and demand you come back and finish what you started, I can't. I want to fuck you more than I want control.