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Edited on 03/18/2022, including revisions and corrections, no changes about the story.
Edited on 02/02/2023, corrections, no changes about the story.
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I woke up with her bra in my hands.
It was Friday and the next evening my quarantine was going to be completed. Fortunately, that week Saturday, the cleaning lady would not be there. I was feeling anxious because I didn't know if Amy was going to start acting normal or not, after my questionable quarantine was over.
I put on my shorts and went to the kitchen. She was there, having a coffee and reading a book. I said "Good morning, you look beautiful." looking at her in awe. She really did. She had some navy-blue tights on her, green sports socks, an orange exercise t-shirt and she had made her hair in some sort of a ballerina bun style.
She smiled and said "Good morning." smiling to me. She told me that she was about to go for a run while I was having breakfast. I thought that I could have joined her but I had been lacking any kind of cardio exercises lately; I possibly would slow her down and embarrass myself.
I prepared something and sat on the table, she stood up to go, caressed my face smoothly while passing by my side. I liked that and turned back to watch her go. She put her shoes on, first bending down, then taking a knee and I took lots of mental photos in those short few seconds.
I had my breakfast, sent a few emails and sat in the living room, thinking. It was hard to understand what exactly happened in the last two weeks and I was even more curious about the upcoming days. I had many theories in my head and tried to make this picture a bit clearer.
First of all, how it all started.
She didn't initiate anything, she was walking her dog, I liked her view in tights but she didn't see that. I tried to follow her but couldn't manage to do that so it was not possible that she knew I liked her legs that day.
I didn't do anything interesting which might make her suspicious - there was nothing to be suspicious about - except lingering around her house more than I normally would. Didn't see her and if she didn't see me as well, the whole thing started naturally, if not by my interest in her legs. I suggested to help her move stuff at her house, so it could only be my step towards her, she couldn't have planned that.
So, when did all this start to get weird?
I knew that at some point she acted bossy as if she hired me to move stuff, which might be the first subconscious tingle for me.
Then she deliberately made an awkward scene moving too close and staring; that was the first time I clearly considered the seriousness of this flirtation and felt something odd about her. It wasn't good or bad but it had an effect on me.
She clearly put me on task for the next day, which was the first time I acknowledged that she had no problem crossing my boundaries.
That next morning, she scolded me for being a few minutes late and then gave me a sight that made me hot, for the first time, while addressing me as if I was her assistant. These all increased my confusion and caused a very different and hot thrill that started to bloom in my mind and some other places.
Leaving me in her bedroom while I was alone in the house, not helping me with the books, accidentally or deliberately making me read that letter, testing me with her worn tights... OK, it was possible that a girl could not have thought that this was something that a guy would see as a challenge but it was a highlighted moment for me.
By that time, I already was considering if she had been playing with me, if she had a plan to seduce or test me. Or, if she was only immature or stupid. I also knew that even if all these possibilities were true or the worst was true, they weren't leading to anything bad, except me getting hornier and attracted to her more, as a married man.
And that night, the way she sat, putting her feet near me. I thought that was the first time I noticed that she was analyzing me and my reactions to her and her actions. That was the first time I sensed she wasn't immature, naive or stupid. It was another step into my new sexual thrillville. She created her own buttons and pushed them since the beginning.
The most incredible part of all this chaos was that, all of these happened in two days.
Anything happened after that was another step for me to go under her influence where I could not call it domination but me submitting to her will more and more.
Most of the time she didn't tell me what to do, she made me feel that they were my wishes to do those insignificant and time to time awkward things, which I never thought of before. And these little things made me hornier than ever. I almost thought that it was better than sex itself in some cases, possibly due to being left on the edge in every occasion.
Those thoughts did not reach a conclusion but I was aware that she brought this situation to that point not accidentally but deliberately, under some kind of a plan or due to her incredible natural instincts. But some actions could not be spontaneous; that, I was sure of. I could not figure out at what point the events weren't coincidence anymore.
I sat there wondering if she had a plan to keep me under her microscope or were we going to get intimate as normal people did. I had no answer to 'what if she wanted to make you suffer more?' question.
She opened the door, entered the house and stood there looking at me. I knew that look; a brand-new episode was waiting for me. I got hot even without knowing or guessing what it could be. I stared at her face; that look was solely enough to turn on the guy being under her conditioning treatment for two weeks, me.
She was drinking her water, still looking at me.
Then I was distracted by her body. She was all in sweat, her t-shirt, arms, hair. I liked the view of a sweaty woman, I always did. But there was another, completely new trigger for this sight in my head. I wondered how she smelled and tasted. She was conditioning me, in a very fast way.
I first thought that I was looking at my present, brought by her to me.
The thing was, again, I didn't know what to do. To stand up, go near the girl I wasn't allowed to hug or kiss and directly start to lick her arms? Who would do that? I would. But only if she told me to, I wouldn't dare to do it myself.
She kept looking, I kept drooling at the sight.
She finished her water, put the bottle aside and walked to her room.
It was like watching a rescue boat leaving without you on a desert island.
I wanted to ask her to let me do something with her body but as I said before, she would have made me do it anyway, if she wanted that.
She just enjoyed teasing me, making me want it more and then leaving me in some level of deprivation. And she got what she wanted. I knew that but I still wanted to ask. I needed to gain some time.
"Where are you going? How was the run?"
"It was good, I'll take a shower"
"Amy..."
"What?"
"I know what you're doing."
"What do you mean?"
"You stood there all in sweat and in your hot outfits; you knew I would get crazy about it; you made me as hot as possible and left, I'm not stupid."
I heard her happy laughter "So?"
"Please don't take the shower?" my sound was somewhere between pleading and begging.
She laughed again. She came back to the living room, in her tights, sports bra and socks.
"What are you offering?"
"Let me...."
"Come on Shawn, you know you will have time for that, not today."
"I meant..."
"I know what you meant. You were about to lose control yesterday only smelling and tasting my clean armpits. You will not be able to control yourself if I let you taste my sweat, I can't imagine how much you will want me. You may try something and this will be over. I suggest you took a cold shower as well." and she walked back to her room.
"...if I let you taste my sweat, I can't imagine how much you will want me..." these words were floating in the air, in my ears. She really saw it like that. She thought that I was vulnerable to her sweat and smell. She was right. Again.
This became a routine. She put some object or concept in my focus and made it one of the hottest things in my brain. But why did she tease me and then didn't let me near her? She knew she could stop me anytime; she probably already knew I was not a type who'd use power on women or a wasn't a guy who could not control himself. And I got the taste of submitting to her orders.
As a matter of fact, the main turn on source was becoming me submitting to her or playing along with her all the time.
Suddenly, I found myself thinking of something brand new. What if I managed to break her resistance, she got all worked up and wanted me? This would lead us to some place I neglected to fantasize about for the last 10 days. It could have been... Normal? Was normal better? With her? I even got bored of very hot girls in my past many times, after fooling around with them for a month or two. But my hunger for her was multiplying and I wasn't sure if only a single normal day was or was not worth ruining all this new experience.
I decided to stop thinking because my head was not there at the moment, so I took a shower and joined her in the living room. Thankfully, she was wearing some wide cotton pants, a sweatshirt and had her wool socks on. Nothing to turn me on there; except her of course.
We had a nice day, an early dinner and watched stuff. She was a fun and sophisticated person; so, spending time with her was nice when sex or relationship games were not on the table as well.
She turned the TV off at some point, turned to me and asked "Are you excited for tomorrow night? Your 5 days will be completed."
"I am and hoping that you are too." I said, not being very sure about that.
"Oh yes, very much."
Hearing that made me relax about it. We were going to kiss and open the gate for everything else.
"I can't wait" she added "Don't get me wrong, the past days were also sensational on my part but I know you ran out of patience."
Was she being sincere or was I being pulled in another trap? Why did she say that I had been running out of patience? What about her?