Barely clothed and dozing off we lie entangled, mindlessly watching nothing in particular. Your shorts scarcely cover your perfectly round butt, that you so innocently press into my groin every now and then - as if to make sure the sexual tension never quite leaves the room. Carelessly I let my hand meander over your soft skin, caressing your thighs, your hips, your belly. My touches are slow and deliberate, careful not to seem too eager, but still with the intent to convey my growing desire.
My graze finds its way to your lips, and my eyes widen as you suddenly part them. Sensually you engulf the my index finger with your mouth. I feel your satin tongue gliding over my skin, and a rush of desire brings my already semi-hard cock to full attention. Your amused gaze finds mine as you look back at me, and with a playful bite you let go of my finger. I suppress a quite moan as I try to appear unfazed, but it's no use; the fully-erect bulge poking into your backside through the thin fabric of my boxers tells you all you need to know.
"Oh hey, good morning to you too!" you enthusiastically coo as you glance down at my predicament. I half-expect you to turn around and face me, and I can feel your body shift when... -"What?!" a sudden burst of cheers erupt from the screen, you veer up and turn back to the show I only half believe you were watching. "Oh look, she said yes!" you innocently shriek, knowing full-well that whatever is happening on TV is the last thing on my mind right now. Your eyes stay glued to the screen, and your gorgeous ass to my groin. I know it's a game I can't win, but still I try to hide my growing despair, and my growing dread of spending the remainder of the afternoon stuck on the couch with a hard-on and aching balls turning increasingly blue.
Time trickles by excruciatingly slowly, and my heart jumps a little every time you shift your body, the friction sending a tiny jolt through my still hard cock, never quite letting my erection subside. Quietly I pray you'll finally get bored of TV and give me some attention, or at least let me give you some, let bury my face between your soft legs, your perky breasts, where I can hide, feel safe and warm, pleasuring you with my tongue until my jaw is sore, knowing I'm treating my girl well and maybe then she'll rewa.. - *STOP IT*. I pull myself together. I can't always let you win like this.
It's funny, the first few times I wasn't even sure you were doing it on purpose, but over these past few dates you've erased any doubt, relentlessly teasing me until I finally swallowed my pride and *asked* you to release me. Last date you even pushed me so far as to say it out loud, to practically beg you: *"please will you let me cum"*. The sound of me uttering those words has been echoing in my head ever since. On one hand I absolutely hate how emasculated it made me feel, on the other I rarely came so fast before, when you finally did stroke my cock with that mocking grin on your perfect lips.
Determined to keep my cool this time, I wonder if I could sneak into the bathroom for long enough to jerk off and come back. Of course there's a chance you'll notice, but I'm willing to take the risk more than I am willing to take another blow to my dignity. But as I start to free myself from our embrace, you let your arm fall behind your back, right into my crotch. Immediately your fingers find their way to my cock and you look up
"Going somewhere?" you ask with a twinkle in your eyes.
- "I was gonna -go -to.. the" you squeeze harder and I immediately abandon my escape plan. I settle back down.
- "No, just, my arm was falling asleep, that's all" I say with a coy, sheepish smile. You start to turn around to face me, away from the screen, never letting go of my crotch.
"Oh, but *you* weren't right?" you smirk as you knead my balls a bit firmer; not quite painful yet, but not far from it either.
- "Haha no, of course not, how could I?"
Your hand has let go of my balls and has found its way into my boxers boxers through one of the leg openings.
- "I mean, lying next to such a gorgeous..wo-m..a-ah" One quick, decisive tug on my cock causes a short circuit in my brain. An amused smile appears on your lips, as if you just learned a new cool trick. You now start tugging on my throbbing cock at a slow, gentle pace.
"Sorry, lying next to a *what* now?"
Trying to regain my composure I clear my throat and say, more steady this time;
- "A woman."
Your eyes widen and you gasp, teasingly feigning Indignation
"Is that all I am to you, just some woman?" I feel your grip on my now fully exposed manhood tighten.
- "Haha, no no, a *gorgeous* woman I meant" trying to laugh away your little act.
"Oh come on, you can come up with something better than that now, sweety? There are millions of gorgeous women out there, surely you'd want to call me something a bit more.. deserving?" On the last word you suddenly stop stroking and squeeze the length of my cock, teasing out a bead of pre-cum.
with the index finger of your other hand you start deliberately polishing the swollen head of my cock with the clear fluid. One finger at first, then the whole palm of your hand. The slow circular motion sends electrical pulses through my cock.
"I mean, after all, not *all* gorgeous woman would treat you like this, would they?" you continue.
