Sarah and Jayson had been dating for around 6 months, Jayson had never known sex like it. They had been sort of friends for many years, Sarah being in a long term relationship with a friend of Jayson's ex; that sort of third degree of separation that made making his move, and asking her out on a date when they bumped into each other easier.
On that first date, that level of pre-existing relationship made it all the more flirtatious, then formal as 1st dates can be. Jayson able to be a little more cocky in his suggestive comments, and the usually very shy Sarah smiling enough for him to know this was going somewhere, somewhere that the red dress she had on made him really.... Really want to be. A little slit up the side showing just enough leg for him to wonder if those were stockings, or pantyhose, either way she had no idea then, (or did she?) how big a deal nylon was to him.
It was this shy demeanour that had made it all the more surprising when they got to their third date (traditional chap is old Jayson), how unshy Sarah became behind closed doors. From their first encounter, she had taken control, pushing him back onto the bed, pulling up her dress enough to climb onto his chest to straddle above him. He recalled (recall, this was burnt into his memory forever lets be honest) her saying 'well Jayson, you've spent enough time trying to look up my dress, how's the view from down there?' It was at that point all his confident and cocky personality failed him, looking between her deep brown eyes staring down at him, and up that dress spread across his chest (to what turned out to be pantyhose after all, with a pair of black lace underwear just visible beneath them), his voice failed him, only able to let a small wimper out. 'urhurr its, its, its......' but before he could tell Sarah exactly how the view was, she had crawled forward to smother his face, telling him to just shut up and show me how good the view was.
That's where it had started, but not where it had stopped. From there their sex life had bloomed into frisky affair, Sarah almost completely changing her personality behind closed doors, and Jayson likewise. And outside of the bedroom (or any other room in reality) they had also fallen for each other, laughing, joking and and generally just making each other happier every day. Jayson's mother had met Sarah early on, commenting on just how lovely and sweet an innocent young lady he had met; only for her to have tied him up to his old bed later that night, stuffed the pair of silky underwear she had been wearing all day into his mouth to keep him quiet and slowly edged him for almost an hour with her hands, mouth, pussy and even for a good ten minutes before she let him cum, the gap between her thighs (she did so love to see him squirm and try to fuck his way to climax between her legs whilst she lay across him).
They would never say they had a dom sub relationship, it was far more light hearted then that. Everyday life was happy, flirtatious and teasing. But Sarah in her head had been slowly ramping things up, even if she hadn't realised. More and more, the edging got longer, she was to be satisfied first more and more, even once she had made him wait several days performing oral sex on her several times a day, to the point he was on his knees begging her for his turn. That week, that begging, she had really enjoyed.
That brings us to the day of the argument, their first argument. In the grand scheme of things, some would say a little tiff really, between a jealous man, and an innocent girl. But we know this innocent girl, and we know that she is not so. Her and Jayson's relationship had grown to a point where she loved his adoration of her, his pliability was so much fun, she could snap her fingers and he would bury his face wherever she asked him to with glee. But because of this, she was starting to miss the flirtatious cockiness that had attracted her to him in the first place. The sort of 'jack the lad' chat up lines he used to use where gone, they can't really exist in parallel to someone who happily lets you tie your worn pantyhose around his face when you get in from work, and sit on the floor of the bathroom whilst you have your shower!
Sarah had only noticed she had been missing this, when her friend Craig from the office (of whom there has always been some sort of sexual chemistry when she had been dating her ex) had started to comment on some of her Instagram posts. She had never been an active social media user in the past, but her renewed confidence from the fiery nature of her love life had ignited a sort of revival. She was posting more pictures of what her and Jayson where doing of a weekend, on the beach, walks in the woods what new lovers usually like to share with the world to make them envious. But she had also started to share more photos from the gym, from nights out with her friends as well as when getting her hair or nails done. It was of no surprise, that it was these photos that Craig was more interested in. At first leaving a few hearts here and there, before his own confidence grew to reply to shots of her at the gym in leggings commenting 'how good the *insert peach emoji* was looking' growing all the way to directly inboxing her exactly how jealous he was of Jayson taking the photo of her stretching on her short clip story.
It was this particular inbox, that had led to their little tiff. Well, not so much the inbox, more the timing of Jayson walking in on Sarah reading the comment, with her hand slid down the front of her underwear. Jayson had always had an aroused jealousy of Sarah masturbating. Part of him always felt a little hurt, why she didn't wait for him. The other part hoping he could sit and watch whilst she was unaware he was there, or listen through the door to her soft moans whilst he slowly rubbed himself (something he was explicitly told not to do without her say so). Walking in she had looked startled, which raised Jayson's suspicions. She was always so sexually confident, if he had caught her before she would normally instruct him to take over, or sit on the end of the bed until she had finished. This odd reaction made him ask why she was so flushed, eventually leading to Sarah sharing the inbox with him, the noticeable attention Craig was giving and that yes, the whole affair was making her rather horny.
As open as Jayson was sexually with Sarah, this felt like a betrayal. He said as much, but instead of approaching the discussion with some understanding and empathy, Sarah had well, been interrupted, and was therefore, well, unsympathetic. Now when Sarah is sexually frustrated, and unempathetic, you better have an open mind of whats going to come, because its probably not going to be you.
Sarah decided he was going to suffer for his interruption, and Jayson decided that Sarah felt bad and would make it up to him. So when Jayson found himself up against a wall kneeling on the floor after a week of not cumming later, his throbbing unemptied cock desperately thrusting between Sarahs stocking and stiletto clad ankles, his face buried deep into her arse being told to put his tongue to good use; you could forgive him for thinking it was by way an apology not part of a plot.
But plot Sarah had been doing. Making him wait a week to cum was not new, really good fun, but not new. She had been up to the usual tricks, if not with a bit of shopping before hand. On the Monday she had got in from work, sat on the sofa and slowly taken her shoes off looking him in the eye. From there she had him on his knees, sucking the toes of one foot, whilst the other was rubbing up and down him through his jeans. That night she didn't even let him further then this, just making him suck toes whilst she pressed her knew vibrator through her pantyhose Infront of him. When she had climaxed, she thanked him saying 'maybe tomorrow my love'.
On the Tuesday, again she got home from work, again removed her shoes and asked him to suck her toes. This time however, she removed her own underwear and his, rubbing his cock with her spare foot, whilst fucking herself with her vibrator whilst he sat there, wide eyed in amazement with a mouth full of foot. Again she climaxed heavy and his own moans suggested he might not have been far off himself before she once again said 'maybe tomorrow my love'.
Wednesday bought its own escalation. This time she had him lie on the bed, hands tied to the headboard. From there he asked 'tonight?' to which Sarah responded, 'maybe tomorrow my love' before putting the bottom end of her even larger rabbit vibrator into his mouth, climbing upwards and riding it on his face as she came, and again and again.
Thursday was time for the real frustration to begin. She had text him in the afternoon that he should be tied exactly where he was the night before. Every obedient she cam home to find him there lying naked, hard and eager. In Jaysons mind, the apology was starting as she ran her vibrator up and down the length of his cock, running it around the tip and pulling away. Shed then do the same as she slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth waiting for his hips to start to thrust upwards before stopping again. After repeating this shed run it down his length, over his balls, between his legs and start to push it down. This had been an act saved for the real mean weeks, so it Jayson knew he wasn't getting away with it that easy as she circled it around, grasping his balls also she asked him if he wanted it. Of course he wanted it, if it meant some sort of release he'd have done anything so he said 'please, yes', to his dismay (delight) her response.... 'maybe tomorrow my love'.
Friday she didn't even have to ask. When she had got home from work he was already there, tied up, an eager look on his face. She smiled, almost in pity, Friday night must have given him a false sense of hope. So naturally, she took advantage of such naivety. She started exactly as she had the night before, running her vibrator up and down, running his cock in and out of her mouth slowly whist vibrating his balls only pulling away when Jayson was right on the edge. Hes cheeky giggles every time she did this soon started to fade, the humour in it all replaced with pure want, pure surrender to cum.
