Author's Note: This is the continuation of a multi-part story from 10 years ago. It was written, but never published, back then. It would be best to read, at the least, Chapter 3 before this, but for the full story start at State Rally. Thanks.
When Tony had had enough of the hot jetted water they both got up and out. Drying off with the beach towels, Tony allowed Wendy to wrap herself this time before they crossed the deck into the house.
"Time to wash off the chlorine. You can use the hall bath. Dry off when you're finished but don't bother with clothes. I expect to find you standing where you did before, with your back to the couch when I get out." Tony had learned in earlier relationships that he wasn't really a dom. He preferred a more equal partnership where each could ask, direct, receive, and contribute. But he also knew he could play the role, within reason. He intended to do just that while he and Wendy explored her submissive tendencies.
In the shower, Tony realized he hadn't manscaped in a while, as he wasn't seeing anyone regularly. He grabbed the razor and cream he kept in the shower for just that purpose and quickly removed all the hair from his shaft and sac. Satisfied he was as smooth as possible, he continued on washing.
When Tony finished showering he dried off and dressed only in silk boxers and a silk robe. He smiled as he exited the bedroom and found Wendy standing obediently as he had instructed. He noticed a slight shivering so he walked to the thermostat and raised the temp of the A/C, letting the room warm up a few degrees. Tonight he wanted Wendy emotionally uncomfortable, not physically so.
Tony walked past Wendy without acknowledgement and into the kitchen where he fixed himself a drink. It was already past five and he knew from much experience that alcohol could contribute nicely to tonight's plans. His lack of female companionship pretty much since the rally meant that, if he wasn't careful, he could have the stamina of a horny sixteen year old. Being a Sixty Second Man tonight just wouldn't do. Too much alcohol led to Whiskey Dick, a temporary form of erectile dysfunction. Just the right amount, however, wouldn't interfere with his erection but would take the edge off, allowing him to last more than long enough to complete tonight's lessons.
Returning to the living room, Tony sat down on the couch behind Wendy. "Wendy, are you limber? At your flexible young age you should be able to bend over and touch your toes, should you not?" he asked.
Yes, I've always been able to do that kind of think in phys ed at school. I'm sure I still can," she replied.
"Very good. Spread your legs so that your feet are shoulder distance apart. That's right. Now, bend over and touch your toes, but don't straighten up until I tell you to."
Wendy did as instructed and Tony was afforded the view he had intended. With her legs spread, her entire slit was fully exposed to him. Her butt cheeks parted enough to show him her rosebud. And between her legs he saw her swinging breasts, nipples pointing to the floor in front of her. He noticed that she embraced a bush style much like that of her mother. Both were completely bare (waxed?) below the clit, each retained a landing strip above there. While Karen's was in the shape of a broad triangle point to her favorite button, Wendy had trimmed hers into a capital T, presumably in anticipation of these very events.
"Reach your hands out a little in front of your toes. Place your palms flat on the floor and relax your ass. And thank you -- the view from here is quite spectacular." Tony wasn't exaggerating. Wendy's young pussy spread open slightly. Her labia were a vivid pink, glistening with the first effects of her rapidly moistening pussy. Her rosebud retained the pink of youth older women in porn spent hours and hundreds of dollars submitting to anal bleaching to attempt to replicate.
Tony rose and moved into position just to the side of Wendy's left hip. His right hand reached between her legs with his first two fingers spread into a wide vee. Careful to avoid her most sensitive spots for now, he placed one fingertip on either side of her clit, right in the fold of her leg joint. With a slowness that was likely excruciating for her, he dragged them down her full length then up and over her butt, never touching any of the places screaming out for it.
Tony repeated this three more times, knowing it was driving Wendy mad with lust. He knew, too, that the position he had made her assume put her off-balance. She was fine as long as she stayed right where she was, but standing up without assistance would be nearly impossible. She was far more likely to end up flat on her face on the floor.
Finally deigning to show some compassion, Tony again placed his fingertips as he had at the start. But this time, instead of drawing them down beyond her pussy he slid them together and over her hood. Wendy gasped as Tony now used his thumb and forefinger to gently grasp her hood and used it to stroke her clit into full attention. When he felt it pop out from its hiding place he switched forefinger to middle finger and used the former to tease the very tip of her clit. Wendy moaned and shuddered instantly.
"Careful," Tony cautioned. "It wouldn't do for you to fall over right now, would it? I've barely begun my inspection."
For the next ten minutes Tony explored every millimeter of the external components of Wendy's pussy. Although he made generous use of the wetness of her juices, and teased frequently, not once did he allow so much as a fingertip to actually enter her. Instead he traced a trip from top to bottom and beyond. He brought her lubrication up and over her taint and onto her rosebud, where he circled her opening with a firm finger, yet never firm enough to enter.
