Erin was a petite, sweet girl that I dated for about four months. Very cute, a little lopsided grin. Shoulder length brown hair, slim figure, about five foot even. Nice hips, firm breasts about the size of baseballs and they stood out on her chest without drooping. Her nipples were rather on the small side, not standing out too much. It was for that reason that she rarely wore a bra. She weighed less than ninety pounds, which made it easy for me to pick her up. She had never been involved with a Dominant before, and had never had rope touch her pale skin. I was able to bring out an undiscovered submissive streak.
By our second time out I had her undressed and reclining on her sofa. I was kneeling on the floor beside her, leaning over, sucking and biting on her nipples. I was delighted to find that if I licked and got her little mounds of flesh wet, I could suck and pull the entire orb into my mouth. I loved that sensation, a mouthful of breast.
After about twenty minutes sucking and nuzzling, she was breathing deeply and very raggedly, with lots and lots of moans. It was then I discovered something else about her. Suddenly, she stiffened and with many "Ooohs" and "Aaahs" and "Oh Gods" she arched her back, her head rolling back. I was curious and looked up at her. After a moment she sighed, looked down at me and giggled.
"I just came, that was wonderful, weird but wonderful."
To my great pleasure I realized I had found a girl who could orgasm from just having her tits manipulated. To be sure of this I continued for a while, being careful not to touch between her legs. I sucked harder, making her breasts wetter and redder from the pressure, and witnessed her coming twice more. Her hips bucked and she reached for her pussy, but I held her hands and would not let her touch herself. Really cool! She later told me that coming like this was slower and left her breasts sore and sensitive but the results were well worth it.
One night, we went out, dinner and dancing. She wore a pretty blouse, filmy but not really see-through, and a short swirly skirt. Before we left I stood her before me in her living and told her that she should look forward to our coming back to her place, that she was not going to get a lot of sleep that night.
"And to remind you while we are gone, I am not going to let you to wear these."
I lifted her skirt, hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down, to puddle around her ankles. She looked down, smiled, stepped out of her panties and we left, leaving them in the middle of the floor.
We had a nice dinner and went to a club for music and dancing. She was an energetic dancer and I (many and others) had a blast watching, for as she twirled, her skirt flared out; those in the right seats had no doubt of what was not under. Erin seemed to have no problem showing herself, which was important to me.
So, we left about 2am and were driving home. It was a warm weekday night; there were few cars on the road. I had her blouse unbuttoned, spread to expose her little tits, pinching and rubbing her nipples. It was fun to watch her nipples become visible as we passed underneath the streetlights. I pulled and pinched, getting them as erect as possible. After a while I moved to the hem of her skirt and lifted it to her waist, tucking it under her seatbelt. As my fingers played with her lower lips she moaned and sank down in her seat a little, spreading her legs for me. It was so erotic seeing my fingers glisten in the lights. I pulled on her sparse pubic hair; she liked the stinging sensation. She was enjoying my attention but unfortunately getting very, very frustrated.
Why? Well, my car was a manual drive. I would sink my fingers into her pussy and then have to shift. I would pinch her wet and swollen lips and have to shift. I would rub her clit and have to shift.
After a while, Erin grabbed my hand and held it still. With a whine in her voice, "Please, either pull over and finish me or just take your hand away, I can't take this teasing anymore, PLEASE!"
I smiled and said OK. We were traveling down Clairmont Road in Decatur, which is a wide four lane at that point. The light ahead of us turned red just as I got into the turn lane to go left. I could see no one in the mirrors or in front of us nor to the left or right, so I threw the car into Neutral and set the parking brake. I reached for her and slid my right hand back between her thighs.
Erin sighed and straightened up in her seat, spreading her thighs apart further. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Her mouth relaxed and her jaw fell also. I pressed harder into her slick passage and she started gasping harder. I saw the light turn green for us, but I did not move, merely put my left hand across to her left nipple and rolled it between my fingers. The traffic light turned again and cast a red glow into the car and made her nipples even pinker. The scent of her pussy permeated the air in the car.
Then, with no warning, a car pulled up next to us and stopped for the light; I had not seen anyone coming. My first instinct was to pull back but I was able to overcome that reaction. Erin's eyes were closed; even with the windows down the other car's presence was evidently not noticeable to her. After all, her attention was focused on my fingers and my twiddling on her clit and hole.
I looked across. The driver had dark hair and glasses; by leaning forward I could see beside him a pretty blond. As with most drivers he did not look around, much less our way, so I kept my fingers moving in Erin's pussy. Her head was still back and her breathing was becoming more rapid. She was starting to grunt and moan. The light turned, the signal showing that I could make my turn. I did not move.
Seeing the light and noticing that the car to his left was not moving, the guy finally looked over. It was a classic double take as he focused on Erin with her mouth hanging open, me leaning over, with no doubt of where my hands were. He said something and the blond leaned up and looked. Her jaw dropped from surprise and then formed a big grin. I smiled and nodded at them and the blond gave me a little finger wave. She scooted forward in her seat to lean on the dash.