Cassie knew she'd run into him at this party. From across the room, it doesn't seem like Brett noticed her. Brett had his girlfriend hanging on him and they seemed absorbed in the conversation.
Cassie wasn't jealous. Her and Brett broke up almost a year ago and for good reasons. They could just never quite along. Spending all day making little comments to one another that always spilled over and while she doesn't miss the emotional roller coaster it took her on, she did miss one big aspect about it.
As Cassie sipped her drink, she thought about the last fight they had that ended up on the bathroom counter, him inside her and sliding in and out, slowly, torturously, making her literally beg for him. She'd rub her clit against him as he drove inside her again, and again, and again...and oof, Cassie could feel herself getting hot. And wet. And annoyed.
Well, she knows how to take care of herself. Heading towards the kitchen for another drink, she walks past them without stopping, hoping that she can give off the appearance of someone who wasn't just thinking about fucking their ex. Grabbing another beer, she lets another guy open it for her and he smiles.
She smiled back. He was cute - talkative but that may not be a bad thing. He says something a little witty and Cassie laughs, hand on his forearm. He's trying not to look at her breast even though she wore this dress specifically to have them looked at. Cusping as the edge of the fabric, her breasts were round and full, begging to be touched and teased. Her nipple showed through the fabric of the dress, enjoying the attention of every moment.
"Will you wait for me? I just have to freshen up a bit." And Cassie smiles as he nods his head.
"Should I grab you another drink?" He asks as Cassie starts to walk away.
"Yea! Corona with a lime and a shot - thanks!"
Walking to the bathroom, she realized that Brett and his girlfriend moved away from the kitchen. That means he probably didn't see her flirting with someone else. And why should he, when he's here with his girlfriend? she thought, annoyingly.
Opening the door to the bathroom from the hallway, she walks towards the other door that leads to the bedroom to make sure its locked. But just her luck, as she goes to turn the knob, someone else opens the door.
"Cassie - how funny running into you here".
"Brett. It can't be that funny, we were both on the group text"
"I meant the bathroom." Oh, she thought. Does this mean he was thinking about their last time too? No, Cassie thought. She was just being ridiculous. And horny.
"Well now that we're both here, I guess one of us should leave." Cassie was surprised that came from her. She felt transfixed looking at him and could tell Brett felt the same. He gazed at her breast, quickly but not quick enough and then looks at the sink. Cassie smiles a little, knowing that this time, he was definitely of thinking of their last time. She took a tiny step towards him, breast at his chest now.
"I can leave, if you want." Cassie said it slowly, twirling her finger in her hair, slowly getting closer to him and rubbing her breasts on him a little more. He didn't move.
Brett shakes his head. "No, don't be ridiculous. You were here first." His hands are moving and for a second, Cassie thinks he'll push her away. But instead, they fall perfectly at her hips and he's rubbing soft circles into her. He drags his hand a little higher, a littler higher, testing the waters of when she'd stop him and when he gets the edge of breasts with a knuckle rubbing on her nipple, it takes everything in her not to pull her dress down.
"I'm sure your girlfriend is waiting for you." Cassie isn't sure if that's the right thing to say, doesn't want this moment to end because her pussy is throbbing, needing more of this tantalizing teasing.
"Yea" Brett says. But he doesn't move, his fingers still touching her.
"We're just playing" Cassie says. "I wouldn't want you to push boundaries".
"No, of course not. Just playing." Brett repeats. "I mean, it's not like im touching your bare skin. We're not naked." Cassie nods vigorously.
Brett opens his hand and grabs a handful of Cassies breast. Cassie pulls her dress down, revealing a thin laced bra. "It's like a bathing suit, it's fine"
"Yea, I've seen lots of women in bathing suits". Brett agrees. Cassie wiggles her way on the sink now, breasts inviting his mouth to suck on them, to play with them more and he can't resist. Brett moans as he takes in her breast, and Cassie gasps against the contact of her barely their bra. Bretts hands find themselves back at her hips and gripping her and he sucks passionately and Cassie can't help but moan and want more, more, more.
Cassie grabs his hand and hikes her dress a little higher. He barely hesitates, rubbing against her panties and feeling the cool patch that has formed. Her legs are wrapped around him now, and she'd do anything for more contact, more friction, anything to keep pushing her over the edge.
She wants him to admit he was thinking of her, so she wiggles a little further back, denying him entry of his fingers. He stops sucking her breast and pinches and rolls one of her nipples and she can't help but move a little closer to him. That was the game, it seemed - she'd move away a little, trying to coax him into needing her and he'd use the fabric of her bra to brush against her nipples, with his fingers rubbing closer and closer to clit, just slowly trailing his finger up and down her underwear. That would make her move closer, trying to build the momentum, and then realizing that he still hasn't said what she wanted to hear.
"Brett" she moaned in his ear. "Does this remind you of anything?" she teased his earlobe her mouth, working down to his neck and trailing her own fingers up and down his back, finding the end of his shirt and making contact with his bareback.
He looked smug and stopped rubbing her, with his hand staying on her thighs. "Cassie" he dragged his eyes up her body, stopping to look at her breast for longer then he'd care to admit, and finally at her directly. He grabbed her hands from his back, placed one on his chest, and another one lower, lower, and oh - low enough to feel a sizeable bulge.
"Does this tell you anything about what this makes me think of?" Her hands started caressing him through his jeans, as Brett jerks towards her.
How the tables have changed, Cassie thought. Just a mere moment ago, she was the one melting at his touch and now, with just her hands through his jeans, he was already breathing heavy and moaning against her.
"You think i've forgotten the sound of my dick as it claimed you? The sound of your ass against the mirror as I fucked you again and again and again and you had to bite my shoulder to keep from screaming?"
Cassies breath hitch at this confession, her fingers making their way to his zipper. As she makes contact through his boxers, Brett curses.
"Fuck Cassie, you're such a fucking tease, aren't you. I saw flirting with that guy in the kitchen - I wonder what he'd think of you grabbing me like this, teasing me like this."
"Him? what about your girlfriend?" With that, Cassie grabbed one of his hands and placed it back on her breast, with the other one still on her thigh gripping her and moving closer to her wetness. "how would she feel knowing her boyfriend is in here, getting hard from an over the boxers handjob and grabbing my breasts?"
"Oh please, you wore this dress because you wanted your breast to get grabbed. You were practically begging for it in this dress. And the way you sat on this counter when I came in - I know what you want."
"What I want?" her hand slows down as she rubs him, her fingernails slow on his balls and her breath hot against his ear. "What about you? you're telling me you don't want to fuck me right here, with your girlfriend just waiting for you? You don't want to rip my bra off and have these in your mouth?" Bretts hand flexed against her right breast when she said that, and he let out a little moan.
