A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. In this chapter, Julia has the authority to permit Felicity to come, or not to come.
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I started to walk on but Felicity stayed rooted on the spot and whimpered:
"I want to go back, please Miss Julia."
"Are you sure? What's the hurry," I taunted, and looked at her under the slightly orange glow of the dim streetlights. She looked sweaty and very desirable and I could so easily have abandoned my self-imposed midnight rule and just finger-fucked her to orgasm right there in the street. Moving to stand behind her and reaching around to put my hands on her tight flat tummy, I pulled her against me and pressed my groin into her bum. She knew what I was doing and didn't resist so I slid one hand slowly up her torso, feeling every rib on the way then slipping under the bottom of her ragged top. I found one of her small irresistible breasts and it felt simply perfect in my hand. The nipple was already erect and I couldn't wait to see it again. Fortuitously, we were outside a dusty old antiques shop which had various old mirrors on display in the window allowing me to lift her top and feast my eyes on their reflections.
Felicity lay her head back on my shoulder, moaning quietly as I played with first one then the other nipple. She watched her own reflection as I teased, pinched and pulled her sensitive dark buds and she writhed and whimpered in torment as I moved my other hand down, finding her navel, poking a finger in and teasing it.
She squealed out loud and spun around, gasping: "Oh god Julia. No, not there please not there. I can't stand all of this. I'm so turned on all the time. It's constant. This is unbearable, I've never experienced this before. I'm on a permanent horny high. Can't we go back? Please Miss. I'm desperate and I simply have to come, and soon."
She was not the only one. I too was aroused almost to distraction, and close to losing control. 14 days since my last climax, 3 of them spent in the company of possibly the most sexually desirable woman I had ever encountered. Countless edges. Numerous denied almost-orgasms. Days of supressed arousal. Hours of mind-numbing desperation. And all in the pursuit of the ultimate orgasm, one that might be only an hour away. My pussy was throbbing with desire and urgent need. My juices were flooding and my nipples ached, begging for a willing mouth to consume them and extract unimaginable pleasure from my full and erotically-revealed breasts.
I lifted the bottom of my dress and we could both see how my skimpy thong was struggling to cover my engorged pussy. "Soon, my lovely. Soon. Look at me Flix, look at me. See how I'm ready for you? Look at me Flix, look between my legs."
I opened my legs and thrust my mound forwards.
"Look at my sex, Flix. See how my lips are full and pink and swollen and how they've escaped from under my dripping wet thong? See how my juices have soaked it?
Felicity looked intently at my reflection in the mirrors. "Please don't taunt me like this. You know how hard you're making this for me and you know how much I adore looking at you. You're beautiful, Julia and I want you so much. But I don't just want to look, I want to touch too, and can't we do that back home?"
"I like to hear you say that Flix. But look at this," and, ignoring her pleadings, I put my right foot up on the low ledge below the shop window to give her a clearer view.
"What if I pull my thong higher on my hips, like this? Look what's happened now, see how it's pulled tight against my lips and clit? See how my whole pussy is ready. Ready to be licked and fingered and fucked and teased as you bring me to a climax? I can just about wait until midnight; can you?"
"I hope so Miss. But I doubt it."
"Look at it Flix. Do you like looking at my pussy? Do you like seeing me hitch up my dress on the street like a whore? Well get down on your hands and knees and take a closer look, slut"
"Yes, your pussy does look delicious and so ready to be licked, but I can see that without having to get down on all fours. Please don't make me. What if someone comes down the street when I'm on my knees?"
"Yes, what if? You know what. They'll see a horny young woman with her wet pouting pussy fully on show between her legs, visible through the gaping hole in her cheap ripped leggings. And they'll think 'what a pretty pussy. And what a cheap, willing slut!' Now get down there and take a good look. Tell me, does my pussy look ready to be licked?"
Reluctantly Felicity obeyed my instruction and got down between my legs, her bum high in the air and her thighs wide apart. She looked awesome and I wanted all of her. I bent over her and nonchalantly slipped a finger in her vagina.
"Fuck yes Julia. Yes, Yes Yes, ... but please stop tormenting me like this. What are you trying to do to me? Make me explode?"
"No, just to get you ready to explode at midnight."
Felicity was close to tears.
"But I'm already ready. I couldn't be more ready. What more can I possibly do?"
"You can lick my wet thong whilst you're down there. Yes, Flix, do it. You're my slut and my pussy needs licking. That's your job."
Felicity visibly shuddered and did as I had instructed her, lapping her tongue up the full length of the lacy wet triangle stretched between my lips and over my clit. It felt wonderful to me and to be honest it was fortunate she only did it a few times, the start of some pre-orgasmic muscle clenches hovering just under the surface.
"Oh fuck yes," she blurted as she surfaced, and pouted: "but, Miss, my pussy needs this too and I'd much rather be at home than out on the streets or in a seedy club when I finish. Can we stop now please?"
I'd put this gorgeous yet young and impressionable girl through enough so reluctantly I gave her permission to stop, and agreed we would in fact skip the club and go back. Felicity sighed with relief and thanked me as we began to walk, but was otherwise very quiet as we clack-clacked through the deserted residential streets, the sound of our heels on the paving echoing off the walls. Savouring the stimulating sensation of my tiny gold bar brushing sensually against the inside of my foot, the level or arousal in my pussy ratchetted up yet another level to: 'intense but just about bearable'.
"Anything on your mind?" I asked, genuinely interested and concerned.
Felicity looked at me as we walked: "I have so many unanswered questions, sorry."
"Any I can answer?"
"Yes, lots."
"Fire away."
"What's that little thingy that hangs down the side of your shoe?"
"It's a pure gold ingot."
"Why would a shoe have one of those?"
"Makes it very exclusive. There are only 100 pairs in the world like it. And it excites me when it brushes against my foot when I walk."
"Because it's expensive? Or you just like the feeling?"
"Both."
"Lots of things excite you, don't they Julia."
"Yes. Lots."
"Especially clothes, underwear ... and shoes?"
"Yes, but not just those. Next question."
"Have you really not had an orgasm for 2 weeks now?"
"True, Why?"
"No reason, just curious. Is your mother still alive?"
"Yes she is,"
"Does she know, about ... you?"
