They had been playing the same game for two months now. Each time was bliss and agony all at once. Neither of them could stop now. They'd both gotten in too deep to just let it go.
So, as he did once a week and sometimes twice, he traveled down the hallway to her apartment. Once he got there, he looked up and down the hall, making sure no one was watching. He had to be careful. If someone caught them, there would be Hell to pay. Of course, in the back of his mind, that made the game more appealing. Not that it needed anything extra to make it more appealing. Having his hands on her soft flesh did that all on its own.
It took him no time at all to walk inside then made his way to her bedroom. As always, she lay in the bed wearing her terrycloth robe. She rested on her side, legs partially tucked up to her stomach with her eyes closed as though sleeping. He knew that all she wore underneath her clothes was her panties, as part of their rules. The mere thought had a heat spread all through him, but centering the slowly rising organ between his legs.
The young man walked over to the bed, kneeling down beside her. Her back brushed against his knee as he slipped in next to her. One of his hands reached to her shoulder, gently taking it in his arm, then he leisurely moved the hand down her shoulder, down her torso, over her hip. She made no movement, as usual. She just continued to sleep, accepting his touch.
A slow smile spread on his lips while he watched his hand move down her. Every part of her luscious and curvy body secretly waited for him. He couldn't wait to oblige.
He curled up next to her, tucking his legs under hers. A hand draped over her waist to pull her closer to him, then lowered his face into her hair. He took a long smell of the luxurious black curling locks. She smelled like a mixture of strawberry and raspberry which he found intoxicating. He closed his eyes and savored the scent of her while his hand roamed her body again, this time more urgently.
Without hesitation, he pressed himself against her rear to tell her what she did to him. Of course, she knew this already, but she appreciated the proof. The woman sucked in a hard breath that she let out with a quivering sigh while her bottom tensed slightly. Still, she pretended to sleep. That didn't stop him before, and that wouldn't stop him now. Instead, he undid the tie of her thick floral robe, resting his open palm on her belly.
His hand moved upward, going back to his slow, teasing pace. Eventually, his hand stopped just beneath her breast. They were full and round, perfect in every sense. His thumb gently stroked the underside of it while his hand captured the feel of her breathing. Though, he didn't stay there long. His hand moved further up until it cupped her full breast, kneading it lightly. Inside his palm he felt her nipple hardened as his hand played.
His breath started to strain in his chest, but still gave enough to breathe heavily against her ear and neck. She liked the sound of him, the pants and the moans that always came from him when they were this close. So he continued to let the air out of his lungs right next to her to make sure she heard every little bit of it.
He let the breast go, taking a look at the hard, pea sized nipple standing firm from the soft mound. He licked his lips, hungrily. How he would have loved to take the little treat into his mouth and suckle it, to lap it up with his tongue, but he couldn't. Hell, he couldn't so much as kiss her, thanks to the game. It didn't matter. Soon enough, he'd get his. It might not be exactly what he longed for, but it would be something to relieve the pressure growing in his loins.
The young man's hand slipped back down her body. His fingers teased the skin along the waist of her panties. He couldn't dip inside, a fact that killed him every time they decided to play. So he did what he could. Anxious fingers grabbed onto the robe, pulling it up the woman's body until her complete leg was exposed. He ran his fingers down her leg to the knee then lifted it just enough to slip his knee in between. He pressed upward and back, spreading her legs with the support of his.
When he found a comfortable spot to keep his foot balanced, he dipped his hand into her cloth-covered heat. A soft groan escaped his lips when he found the material damp when his finger touched it. She sucked in another breath, still keeping the ruse that she was asleep. That was fine by him. His fingers continued to touch her, pushing the crotch of the panties into her lips so that he could play within. As soon as he found the small stiff button, he traced it with a circle, slowly.
