Unexpected Consequences - Chapter 2
By SubKaren92
Laying on the dining room table waiting for Luna was pure agony. I was desperate to cum, yet I felt compelled to follow her instruction not to until she gave me permission. Eventually even touching my pussy for just brief moments became too difficult as I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop until I came. I didn't know how she would know I'd cum, but she seemed to read my desires like an open book so part of me knew she would be able to tell. I was already leaking juices from my pussy and if I came there would be ample evidence on the table, so I fought my urges with all my might. Eventually I switched entirely to nipple play.
While my nipples are extremely sensitive (If you want to get in my pants just start teasing my hard points) stimulating them won't get me all the way to orgasm. You can get me close, provided you don't stick your hand down my pants as I will have instructed you by then, but I won't cum. My lust-addled brain told me now was the time to test that theory. As I laid on my back on the dining room table, I cupped my breasts and rubbed my thumbs over my nipples. My arousal did not dissipate. I then added my index finger on the underside of each nipple and the stimulation went straight to my clit. For a moment, I was worried the sensation was irreversible, but with some focused breathing and my conscious mind telling me to calm down, it passed. Briefly. Then it came back with more force. I was panting. For the first time I thought I could orgasm without touching my clit. As exciting as that was, I couldn't let it happen, so I pinched both of my nipples as hard as I could. I let out a scream and I felt my pussy clench. I released both my nipples.
Every fiber of my being told me to just rub my clit and end this torment. I would have cum in seconds. But still my mind resisted. And that was when I heard the front door open. I knew although I had showered and done my hair and makeup, at that moment, I looked like a splayed, wanton slut. I am sure that was what Luna intended. As I mentioned at the end of chapter one, it was also that moment that I first considered she might not be alone. There had to be plenty of men to choose from at the gym who she could have invited back to fuck me. I told you I had no interest in cheating on Rudy with another man, but in my state, I would not have turned that down. There had to be plenty of women too that Luna could bring back as well. Honestly I would have welcomed that as well. But I was also relieved that only Luna walked into the dining room. At least my secret desires could stay hidden for a little longer.
Luna was dressed in her gym clothes, but she didn't look like she had exercised. She was holding a shopping bag. She must have sensed my confusion.
"I went shopping for some new work clothes and a couple things you'll need," she told me.
"Things I'll need?" I questioned as she walked over the table to inspect me. She didn't comment on my hair or make-up. For that matter, she didn't comment on my rock hard nipples. She did look at my pussy and ran her finger up and down my labia. I moaned.
"So wet and needy," she said rhetorically. "Just how I like them."
"Please let me cum," I whined. "I've been good and followed your instructions."
She stopped touching me and looked down at my face. "Soon my pet," she cooed. "Soon."
I hated that word as it meant nothing.
"But first I need to change my clothes. I want to model my new work outfit for you," she said cheerfully.
Oh great. The last thing I needed was to see her in some tiny stripper outfit. But still I lay on the table in wait, although I did start stimulating my nipples again, just more slowly this time. Luna had already felt how wet I was for her and I wanted to make sure I stayed that way. And why did her calling me pet warm my heart so much? I didn't even know what that meant.
When Luna returned perhaps ten minutes later, I felt myself drool. You know how I feel about her workout attire, but she was now next level. I was not up on the current stripper clothing trends, but I doubted all the dancers looked like her. Starting from her feet, she had little ankle high boots on with a three inch heel. It made sense the heel wouldn't be bigger. I wouldn't be safe to dance with anything higher. She also had on black fishnet stockings that came up to a garter belt. That made sense too as it would be tough to remove pantyhose on stage, I mused silently. I suppose the guys love garter belts instead of just stay ups. The garter belt itself was a leopard print about four inches wide. It looked like spandex and was stretched tightly around her waist. It looked like she could move freely without it falling down. Also important in her line of work.
Her panties and bra matched the leopard print, although they were sheerer and as she spun around I saw her panties were a g-string. No surprise there. After she modeled this outfit making my mouth water, she showed me a translucent black blouse and a translucent black, well it wasn't really a skirt, but kind of a stretchy wrap that she used to cover her panties and garter belt. I mean, she couldn't wear that in public, but I'm sure it would be very popular in the club.
She stood next to the table and twirled around. Then she asked me for my opinion.
"Well, it's very sexy," I offered. Then I continued, "But everything looks sexy on you. I assume the patrons at work will like it."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they will. Maybe you should come to the club sometime and see for yourself," she said.
"Um, it's not really my kind of place," I replied.
"Don't knock it until you try it," Luna rejoined. "The girls love dancing for women. It's a nice change of pace." She then walked over the table and again stroked my pussy. "Besides, you obviously like looking." My body quivered at her touch.
"Please make me cum," I reiterated.
"Oh, I will," Luna repeated. "I will. Just not quite yet."
I groaned in frustration.
I watched as she pulled one of the chairs away from the table. She then opened a bag she had brought back from her room. I'd been focused on what she was wearing when she returned and had not noticed she had the bag. She pulled out a Bluetooth speaker and set it on the table.