I paced, a ball of nervous energy. Anxious. No matter how I'd planned it all in my head, I couldn't calm down. He always got here first, got a room, and told me where to go. I've never been the one waiting. Anxiously. Ready, excited, and still a little nervous, all though I can't for the life of me figure that one out. But I still get the tingles deep in my belly, the same ones I got the first time I knew for sure that there was more than friendship between us. Before, I had thought there was, but for years, it had continued to be nothing but my imagination.
I remember sitting in the uncomfortable chair, my back to him, then too I was nervous, I knew he was coming to see me, but I still wasn't convinced it was more than flirting. I couldn't bring myself to turn around or look at him, and damnit if he didn't turn me into a mindless ball of pleasure, and all he did was touch my neck that first time. We still worked together then, and didn't have the opportunity to spend a lot of unaccounted for time together. Just his breath on my neck had me wet and tingly. I cursed him when he turned and walked away after just a minute had passed. "Damn you" I yelled after him, and he just laughed. But he kept walking.
When he came back in later, I was still humming from what he'd done to me. Over the course of a few days, I learned to count on there being numerous, though all to brief, encounters that would leave me utterly exhausted from anticipation of something I wasn't sure would ever come. I was sitting on the edge of the chair, as he came behind me, and tilted my head to the side. He kissed my neck, but what tortures me more, what always has, what always will, is he whispers in my ear. I have to focus all my attention on what he's saying, b/c if I don't, then it is all nonsense, but the words he says, always arouse me. It is always something that seems to reach out and touch me, and pleasure shoots down my spine straight to my pussy.
"When are you going to quit teasing me?" he whispered that day.
It took me several seconds to even comprehend what he'd said, the words were lost in my haze of arousal. My first thought was "ME? Teasing him? Damn, the man had kept me right on the edge of something incredible for days, weeks, hell, years, and he accuses me of teasing HIM?" What little rational thought was left in my head knew that probably wouldn't be best answer. Instead, something along the lines of "Whenever you want" came out. I really don't remember what I said, but, as usual, the answer has always seemed to be with him, whenever, however, wherever. How pathetic is it to admit that?
He took my hand, and placed it over his dick, hard behind the zipper of his jeans. "Mmmmm," I sighed. Any doubts I had that he was just flirting with me now, were long gone. There was no doubt now that his body was responding to me as mine responded to his. I tried to grip my fingers around the hard length better, but, then, just as he'd done before, he walked away, leaving me panting for more. "Damn you" I called out as my head fell to my hands, this was exhausting. I heard him laugh as he walked away.
For a week, he would tease me mercilessly, then walk away, leaving me frantic for more. I don't guess much has changed. Little details are as clear to me as if they'd happened yesterday. The sound of his zipper opening, as he had me bent over a chair with my skirt up over my ass. But the tortured me even more, he only rubbed his dick between my legs, along the slit of my pussy before he lightly slapped my ass and walked away. Or, when he pushed me up against a wall, and raising my skirt up around my waist, he knelt in front of me, and tortuously licked, bit and nibbled along my thighs, every once in a while lingering touch close enough to my pussy to make me think FINALLY there would be some completion to this sweet agony. But, again, he stood up, and laughing again, walked away. "Go ahead and say it, you know you want to."
