Part One: Visual
You've waited an eternity or this moment; anticipating the term of events to follow. Walking to the door, your faded jeans resting comfortably against your sides. You wear no shirt, your strong chest bare, perspiration forming in the crevices of your muscles, dripping down your belly. Your palms are sweaty, your heart pounds in your chest feeling at the point of explosion. You nervously lick your dry lips, your wet tongue slides across them, glistening them with saliva. Your hand grasps the doorknob as the door creaks open. Sunlight pours into the room, cascading over the dark carpet and illuminating the inside of your house.
Your eyes widen into disbelief, but you stay calm, trying to relax. My figure stands before you; petite, toned, and tanned, resting casually in the doorway. Your blue crystal eyes scan the length of my body. You stare into my light brown eyes as they twinkle with desire. Moving to my small lips as they curve into a wide smile. My auburn curls flow down my shoulders, hints of black shade my face. I stand still, watching your gaze eagerly. You take in my breasts, covered minimally by the thin white cotton of my tee. My nipples aching, poking through the thin fabric. I devilishly note to myself that I'm not wearing my bra or panties. You'll find out soon enough.
Part Two: Contact
You hunger to touch me; to feel my soft skin against your fingertips; to taste the sweetness of my skin. You pause, then in an instant you run your hands along my waist, pausing at the small strip of exposed stomach. Your fingers curve over the waist of my jeans, grabbing it and pulling me towards you. You feel my toned body press against your hard body. My nipples tickle your bare chest and you think about your next move. You decide to be aggressive, grinding your hard cock into my pussy. I return the favor, running my small hands over your sides, bringing them around to your front to take the button of your jeans between my fingertips. Your heat radiates off your body, making me extremely impatient. I notice that we are still standing in your doorway. Only a couple cars have passed by but I show my look of concern as I stare into your eyes.
"Get in here." You command quietly; your voice oddly deeper than usual as you pull me by my waist into your house. You slam the door shut then turn to me. Your strong hands cascade over my shoulders, grazing my erect nipples. I moan lightly.
'She likes that' you think to yourself as you gently graze them again paying extra close attention to my reaction. You pinch them, pulling at them. I arch my back and unzip your jeans allowing your hard cock to spring free. Your cock throbs as you feel the tension building within you. You want to fuck me now, with all the strength you possess. You want to make me cum as hard as I can to near explosion. You're angered by the way I've teased you for so long, leaving you hard, forcing you to stroke yourself to relieve the build up. You want to fuck me for not coming over sooner. Not its your turn to tease me, to punish me, to make me want, to NEED your cock within me.
Part Three: Dominate
You release my nipples from your fingertips, leaving me aching. My hands continue to run over the length of your rigid cock, which stands highly at attention through your jeans and white boxers. You hear a curse word float off your lips as you try to regain composure. You grasp my hands, pushing them to my sides. I press my breasts against you, but you step back.
'He's playing' I think to myself.
You want me to beg, you want me to suck your cock, to make up for all those times I left you aching.
You grab my hand, leading me into your small bedroom. A plain four post bed sits in the center of the room. The soft sheets comfort my aching body as you lay me down onto the cotton sheets. Turning to your closet, your hand travels through the soft cotton dress shirts and hung jeans, before finding one or your old school ties. Running your thick fingers over the silky smooth length. 'Perfect… this will work just fine' you think. Turning around to face me, your mouth immediately goes dry.
I lay nude before you, lying lazily on my side, my toned thighs sit open exposing my wet pussy. Juices glisten on my lips. You wet your lips, tracing the outline of my stomach muscles, my belly button and the meta ring which clings onto the tiny hole. My eyes watch yours; I'm waiting for you to come to me, urging you to come to me.
"Come one, I know you want this….." I tweak my nipples with my fingertips, "and this…." I run my fingers down to my pussy, brushing my clit ever so lightly.
'FUCK!' you think nervously.
I'm getting in control and you can't help but stray towards me.
You gain your composure quickly, turning your face to a cold stare. Walking over to me, you grab my hand, urging me to stand up in front of you. I stare at you intently, but you won't look into my eyes.. Maybe for fear that you might not be held responsible for your actions?
You turn me around by my sides, grabbing my wrists tightly. I feel the soft silk wrap around my right wrist, gliding to my left behind my back. Your strong hands enclosing over them as you tie the soft fabric around them. The feeling is erotic and I feel my wetness dripping down my inner thighs.
Part Four: Teasing