I turned around and marched into my front door, looking back at him with a smile, and I didn't need to say a word to make him follow...he just did it instinctively for some reason. I stood in front of a large mirror near in the hall and posed, bending slightly forward, sticking my chest out and staring at myself as he approached me with his eyes moving up and down my body.
"Come here, hon, and help me with this skirt..."
I looked down at it, tugging the bottom of it down a bit and smoothing it out on my fabulously curvy ass and continued, "Yeah, I know it's already kinda short and tight, but I think it would look sexier if it was even shorter. Maybe you'd like to help me adjust it a bit?"
He just nodded. I thought so...
"Now I'm gonna fuss over my hair and makeup for a minute, so why don't you come closer, stand right behind me and help me smooth out this skirt a little bit. Maybe then I'll let you make it shorter if you want..."
He started to reach forward with his hands, but I lifted up a finger, putting it right in his face and halting him in his tracks, saying, "Ah-ah-ah...but first you just stay right there and watch as I fluff up my hair...I know it's sexy, and it just seems to need constant attention!"
The way I was manipulating him was exciting me; I simply adore controlling a man's behavior like that! I also really enjoy directing them to do something and then diverting their attention to some other related thing...and judging by this guy's behavior so far, he was more than happy to play along with all my little games!
So he stood there and stared at me as I primped myself for a minute, fussing over my hair, running my slender, feminine fingers through it and making sure it fell just the way I wanted over my shoulders and down my back. And then I continued, "All right, now you can go ahead and take care of this hot little skirt..."
Without saying a word he reached out to touch me, and I smiled as I watched him obeying my whims. I let him rub his hands on my skirt for a bit, smoothing the stretchy material around my hips and ass a little before reaching down to casually push his hands away.
I giggled playfully as I denied his advances, and he allowed it without hesitation, letting his hands fall loose at his sides and exhaling noticeably, whispering barely audibly, "Wow."
My only response to this was to glance back at him and ask innocently, "Ooo, so you liked that, did ya??"
He just nodded...I do believe the teasing had officially begun!
I smiled at myself in the mirror as he watched me fuss over myself some more, and it excited me the way he didn't dare make another move without permission. I giggled as I squirmed my body around, adjusting little parts of my outfit, tugging on my tight top, smoothing my skirt, playing with my dangly jewelry, etc.
And then I glanced at him again, giving him a knowing smile as I said softly with a wink, "Try again..."
Again he reached out to touch me, seeming to accept how my little game was going to be played, but this time I just pushed his hands away before he even touched me. I could tell that he was helpless to resist this particular game, because his reaction was the same and he just let his arms go limp as he accepted my denial.
His behavior was reinforcing the idea that I was in complete control of his advances, and I could feel my excitement starting to build as I glanced back at him again. I had him right where I wanted him, so I coaxed him to try again, beckoning him with one long-nailed finger and then swatting his hands away when he tried, this time with a playful slap.
The way I did it was just a bit more dominant, and he seemed to like it as he didn't need any more encouragement to try again. He just kept reaching forward over and over, only to be met with a variety of rejections on my part, everything from simply pushing his hands away to swatting at them playfully but firmly, or grabbing his wrists and holding them in place.
My eyes twinkled and my smile grew as I toyed with him repeatedly just like that, revelling in my power over him. The whole thing was getting really exciting, and he was just eating right out of the palm of my hand, so to speak!
It was becoming clear that I could continue this little game as long as I felt like it, but soon enough I decided to have a little mercy on him as he reached out one more time, and this time I let him touch me and start adjusting my skirt.
I went back to tending to my appearance, ignoring him and letting him enjoy my gracious reward for playing along with my teasing and denial...
He gently began rubbing the stretchy pink material, and when he had felt it all over for while I said sweetly, "There, that's it, nice and slow and gentle, honey, very good. Now you can slip your fingers inside the top of my skirt and fold it over inside itself...once or twice, or maybe three times."