Mike makes a patting motion as he gets up, dropping his controller on the chair.
"Come on guys, next level," Mark says starting the game again while Mike wanders to the kitchen.
"So how's it going?" Mike asks leaning against the counter with his back to his friends. The volume of the game drowning out any chance of them hearing anything.
She looks back at him defiantly as she sips her drink. "Good. What do you want?"
"Oh we're playing this game are we? Forget about our little chat last night?"
"No, just don't care."
Puzzled Mike stares a moment before he notices the slight smile and cute little crinkle in the corner of her eyes. Realizing her playing one of her games yet again he decides to play along.
"Ok, well whatever," he says pushing off the bench. "So you hanging out here today or taking off?"
"I think I'll be around with you losers. I don't go back to work until tomorrow and it's too nice out. Besides everyone is gone."
Oh yes, Mike thinks seeing the gleam in her eyes. He shrugs and turns his back on her walking back to his friends. Two can play at this game.
Patsy takes a few minutes in the kitchen preparing herself a protein smoothie. She makes a bit of a show being noisy, keeping an eye on the boys. Evan, sitting with the best view, glances over endlessly looking like he is vibrating in his chair. She drapes the jacket on the table, knowing she was teasing him as she bounces around. Should have worn a looser bra, she thinks idly.
Finally bored with being annoying she wanders out of the kitchen toward the stairs. Shutting the door to her room she throws herself on her bed and picks up her tablet. What to do? Her mind races with possibilities, some more exciting than others. Scrolling through a few sites is giving her some ideas and her nipples feel tight as she looks at the various pictures and videos. Finally after a few minutes she tosses the tablet aside, rolling on her back, arms overhead.
Closing her eyes she imagines herself tied to her bed. Slow fingers tracing along her bare belly, down her hips making her wiggle under the caress as she giggles. Other hands, no feathers! Flickering slowly across her aching nipples, the tempo changing fast to slow while her tormentors play along her ribs.
Her hands move down, cupping her breasts before pulling her shirt to her neck. She grabs them roughly, squeezing along with her fantasy, her thumbs replacing the tickling feathers. In her mind someone caresses the top of her foot, like Mike last night. Fingers wiggling between her toes, nails tickling the bases before dancing like faeries down her soles. Her feet pulled back, the skin tight and sensitive like her nipples right now as they tickle with fingers or a brush! A low moan escapes her lips, head tossing to the side as she pulls her nipples again before sliding a hand down her belly.
So many hands! Blindfolded now she feels only the tickling. She imagines both her feet being tickled, her legs trying to pull away as she laughs hysterically. The feathers on her chest while a finger tickles her belly, other fingers poking her navel and belly. On the bed her hand slips past her shorts, her own hand pushing and massaging her mound. The first touch of her wet pussy, imagining Sue's hand caressing around her opening making her hips jump in pleasure. A finger finds her clit, the little nub so swollen and wet already. She gasps as she moves slow circles, teasing it out so gently. Each caress fires through her, making her want to go faster, harder as in her mind the finger is replaced with a vibrator or tongue while feathers and fingers torment her beautifully.
The knock of the door is like a grip of an icy hand over her heart. Jumping up she rolls over quickly, pulling her shirt down.
"What!" she snaps loudly.
"Hey just checking up on you," Mikes voice says on the other side of the door, "hate to think your missing such a nice day lying in bed."
"Fuck off."
"Later maybe," Mike says laughing. "Anyway we set out a couple of the other lounge chairs from the garage in case you wanted one. The new ones got messed up."
Patsy bites off her quick retort, the chairs were messed up? A slow smile creeps across her face as she realizes Mike has something in the works. Feeling increasingly excited and frustrated being cut short as she was, she quickly starts looking for just the right outfit for the sun.
