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.
