Dancing with Tessa

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I'd been watching her from across the bar, irresistibly attracted to the sexy curves her skimpy outfit did everything but hide. The way her erect nipples were visibly jutting though the tight fabric of her see-through black mesh top made it obvious she didn't wear a bra. Her black leather micro-skirt barely covered the top of her naked sun-tanned legs, and the way her sexy toes kept wiggling inside her stiletto sandals only increased the intoxicating effect she was having on me. She was literally oozing sex out of her every pore, and my cock couldn't help but respond to the visual stimulation. I could feel it growing down my left thigh, straining against the thin fabric of my skin-tight jeans. I was wearing nothing underneath and I felt totally exposed.

She was sitting next to a guy, and what she was doing to him was making my condition even more critical. Her right hand was slowly playing with the bulge that extended down the top of his left thigh, and he looked literally entranced by her attentions. She started brazenly gazing at my helplessly expanding erection as she did that, suggestively licking her lips and wiggling her toes towards me. She beckoned me to come over and told me:

"Hi there I'm Tessa. Hope you don't mind but I'm looking for someone to have a dance with! My poor husband Tim doesn't feel like getting up! Looks like he's got a little problem down there!"

I followed her gaze down to the huge and rigid bulge she was ever so slowly rubbing through his tight jeans. She explained:

"No underwear you see! I think that's getting him a bit too hot!"

His jeans were so thin I could indeed see the wetness of his precum seeping through the fabric as she squeezed the mushroom head of his throbbing glans. She had him in a desperate state of arousal, and I could understand why he didn't want to get up. My own arousal was reaching epic proportions as I watched her play with his cock, and there was nothing I could do to hide it as I stood there in front of them. I foolishly replied:

"Oh hi Tessa! I'm Philip! Yeah I'd sure love a dance with you!"

She slurped an ice-cube from her drink, suggestively sucking on it as she went on rubbing his cock while staring at my straining erection. This immediately sent my arousal literally out of control. My hard-on started throbbing against the confining material of my jeans. I felt like she could make me cum just from the luscious way she sucked on the ice-cube as she observed my increasingly desperate condition. She commented:

"My! Your jeans leave virtually nothing to imagination, Philip!"

Her hand reached forward, lightly grazing the top of my left thigh as she added:

"I mean that white fabric is so thin I can even see the shade of your pockets showing through!"

Her fingernails started tracing along the ridge the bottom edge of my left pocket was making through the tight fabric, causing it to slowly rub against the tip of my erection. She continued:

"And it's not just your pockets showing through Philip! It all makes your lack of underwear totally obvious!"

The way her expert fingers were causing the fabric to stimulate my throbbing glans felt like she was masturbating me, and she wasn't even directly touching my cock. I could feel tingles of pleasure running through my desperate member as she did that, inexorably taking me up the slope of climax. I was literally shivering from the arousal. I nearly shot my load when she asked me:

"You like being masturbated through your tight jeans Philip?"

I gasped from the sensation as her fingers grabbed my engorged glans and started slowly rubbing the underside through the thin fabric. I could do nothing to stop the addictive onslaught of her expert manipulations, which soon had me teetering on the brink of a devastating orgasm. She warned me:

"Just be careful not to have a little accident huh?"

As she said that, her fingers gave a tight squeeze to my nearly erupting glans, stopping the rise of my approaching orgasm and causing a glob of precum to helplessly escape. I felt it seeping through the fabric as she removed her tantalising fingers and licked her lips at the effect of her handiwork. She giggled:

"Can you see that Tim? It looks like I nearly made him cum! Don't you think what he needs is a dance with me to cool down?"

Tim was obviously too far gone to argue as her fingers in turn squeezed his glans to prevent his seemingly imminent orgasm. She took me for a dance right in front of him, snuggling her luscious body close to mine as her thigh pressed against my desperate hard-on. She whispered into my ear:

"Tim sometimes gets jealous about it but what can I do if all the guys get a hard-on every time they look at me? Don't you think I should give them a helping hand?"

As she said that, her right hand reached between us and started slowly massaging my rock-hard member through the thin material of my jeans. The way she was expertly playing with my erect glans as we danced soon had me right on the brink again. She went on:

"Tim is worried I'm gonna make him cream his jeans if he dances with me! Poor thing! I'm sure you'll have more self-control! Won't you Philip?"

The slow deliberate rubbing of her fingers nearly made me climax as she said that. But she stopped at the crucial moment, giving another tight squeeze to my nearly erupting glans as she said:

"Don't just let your hands rest over my hips Philip! I'm sure Tim won't mind if you explore me down there!"

As she kept on squeezing my desperate glans, I let my hands reach down to feel her buttocks over her leather miniskirt, and felt my arousal get even more intense. She insisted:

"Don't be so shy Philip! I do mean underneath my skirt!"

I reached under her skirt and nearly shot my load as I found she was totally naked underneath. Her squeeze got firmer, as if sensing the imminence of my climax. She whispered in my ear:

"Hope you don't mind me going commando Philip! It's just that I'm so hot every part of me needs to breathe! And it makes me even hotter to feel you so totally vulnerable under your tight jeans!"

She resumed her expert manipulations, almost instantly bringing me to the edge as she whispered:

"What if I made you cream them Philip?"

I was torn between my desperate need for relief and my embarrassment at the prospect of soaking my jeans. I pleaded:

"Oh please Tessa! Not right here on the dance-floor!"

Her fingers became even more purposeful, nearly having me tip over the edge as she said:

"Your lack of underwear would make such a big mess huh? Be careful! Your jeans already feel all soaked with precum!"

I could indeed feel the wetness seeping through my jeans as her expert fingernails slowly raked back and forth over the underside of my nearly erupting glans. My juice felt ready to erupt as she kept relentlessly pushing me ever closer to an uncontrollable orgasm. I knew I wouldn't last long under the spell of her purposeful manipulations. But just as I was reaching the crucial point, she gave another expert squeeze to my twitching glans and removed her titillating fingers. She giggled:

"Oh my! Did I almost make you cum Philip? I could feel you getting so close!"

Her hands reached around me to grab my buttocks and tighten our embrace. She started rubbing her naked pussy against the base of my desperate erection. She was so horny I could feel her pussy juice seeping through the thin layer that separated us. I knew my jeans would soon be so wet I might as well let her make me cum. She moaned:

"Oh Philip! This is making me so hot! Hold me tighter! Oh yes! I love to feel your hands exploring me down there!"

Her breathing got heavier as she increased the action of her dripping pussy, causing the fabric of my jeans to rhythmically stimulate my helpless hard-on. Her hands on my buttocks were pulling the fabric even tighter over it, having me just about ready to explode from the sensation. But she suddenly moved her right hand to once again tightly squeeze my nearly erupting glans. As she held me right on the brink, she moaned:

"Oh Philip! Yes! Oh yes! Oh! I'm cumming! Oh!"

Her orgasm was so intense I had to help her keep standing. It went on for what felt like an eternity, and all the while her continuing grip on my totally desperate glans kept denying me my own climax. She released our embrace and sat back next to Tim, licking her lips as she looked at my helpless condition. She commented:

"Oh Philip! Sorry if I've got you a bit wet with my lady juice! But your vulnerable condition here is just making me so hot!"

She reached forward to play with the fabric of my jeans, again making sure it would rub against my desperate hard-on. She continued:

"And you're not the only one getting turned on! Look at that couple over there! That poor guy looks like his jeans are gonna burst from watching us! Such a shame his underwear is getting in the way!"

I looked at the guy. His black briefs showing through the thin white linen of his tight jeans were indeed barely able to contain his visibly desperate erection. His girlfriend headed for the toilets and he came towards us. He asked Tessa:

"Hey! I'm Terry! You'd mind swapping a round of drinks for a dance with you?"

She replied:

"Hmm... Might do with a bottle of Champagne! But only if you remove those ugly black briefs and give them to me! Can't you see it's all about going commando with me here?"

She slowly uncrossed her legs, making sure to flash her naked pussy at him. He looked like his eyes would pop out at the sight. He quickly headed for the toilets and came back, foolishly handing her his briefs. She stuffed them into her hand-bag, looking at his protruding erection as she exclaimed:

"My! Looks like you've got a little emergency down there Terry!"

She reached forward and started playing with his rock-hard member through the thin material of his jeans. His lack of underwear now made him totally vulnerable. I could see Tim's eyes focus on her expert manipulations as I watched her bring the guy to the obvious brink of an orgasm. But unlike she'd been doing with us, she didn't stop at the crucial moment. Just as his girlfriend was coming back from the toilets, her fingers became even more agile. He was so entranced he could do nothing to stop her as she had him helplessly ejaculate into his jeans, seemingly milking him down to the last drop of his cum. His girlfriend shouted at him:

"For fuck's sake! You downright let that slut make you sperm your jeans! Is that how you behave when I'm not looking? Well I'll leave you to deal with it while I look for someone else to dance with!"

I looked back at Tim and noticed the huge wet spot in his jeans right where his penis was trapped. I could hardly believe it, but the mere sight of her actions had been enough to make him cum. She stood up and turned to me:

"They're both too wasted for a dance now! Shall we Philip?"

She slid her right thigh between mine and started expertly rubbing it against my erection as we resumed our dance. Soon her right hand reached between us and she resumed the cum-inducing raking of her fingernails over the underside of my nearly bursting glans. She knew exactly what she was doing and soon had me right on the edge again. But every time I reached the crucial point, she would tightly squeeze my glans between her expert fingers until the urge of my impending climax had subsided. The way she kept me on the constant edge with her expert technique had me ever more desperate for relief. Each of her expert squeezes would milk some more precum out of my desperate hard-on. She soon had me so wet my only hope was for her to give me the final relief she'd already bestowed on Tim and Terry. But she suddenly withdrew, leaving me right on the edge of spurting as she stepped back and said:

"Oh Philip! You feel so burning hot! I'd love to move this forward but we really gotta go! But we could go shopping at the mall together next Saturday? You could help me choose some new high-heels... And watch over me in case the shoe shop attendant gets too hot!"

My cock kept throbbing as I foolishly replied:

"Oh yes Tessa! I'd love to do that!"

She told me:

"Oh thanks Philip! Let's meet Saturday at noon at the main gate then!"

She looked at my bulging crotch, licking her lips as she said:

"Just one more thing Philip..."

She reached forward and grabbed my desperately laden balls, slowly fondling them through my jeans as she continued:

"Promise to keep all that juice for me until then Philip! And make sure you wear that same outfit and nothing underneath! I just love the way your jeans are showing how boiling hot I'm getting you!"

Her expert fingers were once again grazing over my helplessly erect glans, nearly pushing me over the edge. I gasped and replied:

"Oh sure Tessa! I promise!"

She concluded as she held me on the edge:

"Oh thanks Philip! Such a shame Tim won't be here to witness the action as he's away for work!"

She removed her cock-teasing fingers, leaving me totally desperate for the relief I knew would have to wait another week to perhaps finally arrive...