A Well Deserved Tease

Last night I had a dream about something that happened years ago, and I thought I'd share the story with you. This happened when I was a few years out of college and my boyfriend at the time and I were not dating, that boyfriend ended up being my hubby. At the time were taking a break from our relationship to decide which way we wanted to go, should we stay together or move on and meet other people? As the story goes, happily we ended up back together and as they say the rest is history.

One of my best friends from college was engaged to her longtime college boyfriend for six months when he suddenly and unexpectedly broke up with her and called the wedding off. Needless to say, she was very upset, she loved him and had already begun to make wedding plans. I felt awful for my her and was quite surprised to find Rob, her ex-fiancé, knocking at my condo door one evening just a week after he broke up with her and called the wedding off.

At first my attitude toward him was one of coolness while he apologized for causing my friend so much hurt and disappointment. He knew how upset I was at him, but he asked if he could come in to talk and give me "his side of the story." I reluctantly let him in and listened somewhat disinterested at his reasoning for the breakup, but I had already made up my mind about what a jerk he was for doing what he did to her.

After about a forty-five-minute conversation to my amazement he began to come on to me and suggested in a roundabout way that maybe we could be "good for each other." I made the split decision that instead of getting mad at him, I would encourage him and make a fool out of him. I have always gotten a thrill out of teasing guys, and no one deserved a well-intended tease more than Rob.

After a few drinks we began to play some light kissy-face, I allowed my kisses to become just passionate enough to lead him on to believe things were going in the right direction and he had a "chance." I wanted to make Rob sick with lust and desire before I shut him down. I remembered my girlfriend told me a few times he had a thing for feet so in between our little make out sessions I crossed my legs and allowed my flip-flops to dangle from my toes and made sure to wiggle my little tootsies quite a bit. I laughed to myself as I caught him staring longingly at my feet and soon noticed a bulge appearing in his crotch.

To up the tease I "innocently" mentioned to him that my feet were sore from hiking. Of course, I chuckled when he instantly offered to give me a foot massage. I said "sure, go for it if you want." He couldn't pick my feet up fast enough and tossed my flip flops off while lifting my feet up. He set one of my feet in his lap and held one of my little footsies in his hands and began massaging it. I gently wiggled my toes and rubbed his hardening cock with my free foot, when he told me "I give the best foot massages, I just love to do it." I couldn't believe it when he picked my foot up to his face and started sniffing it and licking it. He must've loved the aroma because he breathlessly said, "Oh my God your foot smells amazing....!!" He started moaning when I rubbed my other foot up and down his firm cock. I looked down and noticed a wet spot forming on the front of his crotch, which caused me to giggle.

After alternating and massaging both or my feet for a while he put them down and pulled me over and we started making out some more. I allowed him to unbutton my shirt but then told him we should slow it down. Upon seeing my breasts bulging out of my bra he started begging me "Please, oh please, please let me take off your bra, I'll go slow I promise, just a little more, please, I'm dying to see your sexy breasts, they're so beautiful, please." I reluctantly said okay but reminded him we need to go slow. I was amused and flattered at the look of awe on Rob's face as my breasts presented themselves to him. I must say I'm an attractive Chinese gal having been blessed with exotic looks, well-toned legs and a lush body highlighted by fairly large, firm breasts -- especially for a small Asian girl. I can recall in my college days more than one guy thinking that removing my bra was tantamount to removing my panties. I had something along the same line in mind for Rob.

He immediately bent to pay homage to the perfect pair, and I countered by gently unzipping his fly and removing his cock from his pants. Rob's cock was not all that long, but it had quite a hefty girth to it. It was fully aroused but not nearly as hungry and desperate as I had in mind for it.

I began a slow, soft and lazy hand job as he slurped and feasted on my breasts causing Rob to moan "Oh yes, oh my God yes, this is perfect, don't stop, please don't stop, oh my God....!!" Rob then eased a hand up under my skirt, but I removed his hand and excused myself for a moment because I remembered I didn't have any panties on. I don't particularly enjoy wearing panties, but they are quite effective in preventing accidental penetration when intercourse is not in the cards, and it was definitely not in the cards for "poor" Rob.

The little interruption was good for Rob, as it gave him a little time to stew and think and fantasize about what he thought he was going to get. I laughed out loud as I caught him stroking his cock when I came back into the room. He blushed when he realized I caught him playing with himself. To make him think he was going to get lucky I jokingly said, "hey take your hands off that thing, that belongs to me, only I can play with it..." he replied, "that sounds good to me, anything you say...!!" I giggled thinking if only he realized he would be stroking it again, at least once before the night was over -- but the next time it would be alone in the privacy of his own home.

I then bent down and gave him a light kiss, drawing away teasingly as he sought more passion from me. My breasts swayed before his eyes, and I caught the first undeniable look of desperation on his face and knew that the teasing was starting to take its toll. I countered Rob's now more serious and desperate mood by being playful and frisky, knowing quite well that it was the last thing he wanted.

I resumed my seat beside him, leaned over I shimmed my breasts into his arm and seductively stuck my tongue in his ear and licked ear and neck as I giggled playfully, knowing just how much this can turn a guy on. When he attempted to move back to my breasts for some more kisses, I stopped him playfully and demanded he think of a name for each of them before he could kiss them again. He stared at them in frustration as I shimmed them slowly in front of him until he responded. As he thought of names for my breasts I bent down to his now inflamed cock and brought my lips to within less than an inch of touching it and started to gently blow warm air on it causing it to bob and throb in anticipation of feeling my warm wet mouth, although instead of touching it I sat up laughing and told him I waw naming his cock "Kawliga."

Perplexed, he asked, "what kind of name is that?" I started laughing as I told him it was from an old Hank William's song where "poor, old Kawliga never got a kiss." Rob didn't seem too happy with the name I gave his swollen cock and was obviously frustrated. He was not the least bit amused by my playful antics and said, "come on be serious." I said "okay, I'll be serious" as I bent back down again getting as close to his cock as possible without touching it and noticed the head of his cock now throbbing involuntarily in anticipation of feeling my warm, wet lips and tongue around his engorged cock but instead of feeling my mouth he just heard me whisper to it "Hi my little 'Kawliga'" and started giggling and laughing uncontrollably at his frustration as I sat back up.

Instead of my mouth all he got to feel was my hot breath for a few seconds before I sat up with an impish look on my face laughing at his obvious desire. I looked down and noticed the first drops of pre-cum on the head of his throbbing cock. His red face showed his frustration and bitter disappointment, so I decided to add a little fuel to the fire. I leaned in gently rubbing my firm breasts against him and sweetly and seductively whispered in his ear "I'm sorry Rob, but I don't believe in blowjobs...!!" as if they were a religion or something.

Simply hearing me hotly mouth the word "blowjob" had its desired mind-inflaming effect and he shuddered at my hot breath in his ear, and I giggled as I watched his untouched cock bob and sway in his lap while his pre-cum began dripping down along its throbbing veins. The poor boy was becoming quite anxious because of my playful teasing manner and my bobbing, swaying breasts continued to taunt him as did the fact that my skirt had somehow managed to ride up considerably higher exposing my tanned thighs and bright white bikini cotton panties.

Rob's poor cock wasn't faring too well and lolled, heavily swollen, like an obscene sausage. I doubted that it had begun to ache yet but knew that it and his swollen blue balls would soon be a source of considerable discomfort to him before he got home and "tended" to it. It had taken on that hair-trigger look, and I reminded myself to be careful that he didn't lose his load and ruin all my hard work. I let him have another session with my breasts and was amazed at his lust and hunger. Knowing that he had a thing for feet I was amazed that he hadn't asked to kiss them again but maybe he was too embarrassed to ask.

The little leg display that Rob had received now prompted him to run his hand up under my skirt in search of "Miss Puss." Miss Puss is the most beautiful thing in the world she is perfect, so nice and damp and hot and snug and capable of giving a man intense, unimaginable pleasure. Miss Puss can also be maddening and elusive and capable of causing a man pure hell and torment. Poor Rob met the latter Miss Puss.

As he rubbed his fingers around my crotch and felt the heat off Miss Puss through my panties he started to moan. I looked at his throbbing cock and noticed he now had a continuous flow of pre-cum dripping out of its engorged head and down his bobbing shaft in anticipation of a much-needed orgasm.

I began to prepare to pull the string on him and send him on his way however I allowed him to slip my skirt off but kept my panties on. The cotton material served the dual purpose of inflaming and containing Rob's passion while preventing unwanted penetration. Rob groaned in frustration when he saw me sitting nearly naked in front of him.

He then got down on his knees and began slobbering and kissing my legs and belly in a desperate attempt to arouse my passion. with Rob on his knees in front of me I brought my foot up and very gently began to bounce his balls on my toes and bring his load to the brink with a slow, steady foot job designed to almost get the job done, but not quite, if you know what I mean. Rob started to moan and groan and said "Oh my God, Oh my God, I just looovvveee having your feet on my cock, I'm soooo horny, Oh my God, this is perfect, it feels sooooo good, I need to cum soooooo bad, Oh my God, Don't stop, Please don't stop, Please, Please don't stop....!!"

Once I had Rob's load right where I wanted it, trapped in his swollen blue balls I began to play with it like a yo-yo bringing it to the edge and back with softer and lighter strokes and then steadier more regular strokes. He tried to buck and hump his hips into my foot in an attempt to get the rhythm he needed to cum but each time he tried I slowly moved my foot away from his swollen sausage while he let out a deep moan in frustration.

Rob continued to try and arouse my passion to get me to his level of "need" and moved forward on his knees in front of me to put his head between my legs in an attempt at licking my pussy through my panties. I let him get face to face with Miss Puss, almost but not quite thanks to my damp panties. I am sure he could smell my pussy and feel her warm, moist heat. With Rob still on his knees in front of me I lifted my foot again and began to gently rub his cock with my talented toes. I giggled when I realized that Rob was humping my foot and leg in hopes of some relief, but I moved my foot away each time he started to get a rhythm and close to cumming which caused him to moan loudly in frustration. It was a scene I was sure he would remember later that evening as he jerked off alone at home.

When he realized he wasn't having much luck with his head between my legs he moved back up onto the sofa next to me which allowed me to gently tease that swollen sausage of his with some more gentle strokes and rubs with my soft fingers and hands. With lust in his eyes, he suggested now would be a good time to go to the bedroom, and I knew the time had come to shut him off, I laughed and said, "I'm sorry Rob not this time." I gently jacked his cock one last time and released if forever. It was an angry plum color when I slipped it back into his pants and gently tugged up the zipper.

Miss Puss had now turned from an object of love and passion to one of torment for poor Rob. He hoarsely asked me why he couldn't have any and I told him what I thought of what he did to my friend. I saw the panic in his eyes as he stared helplessly at my coral-tipped teasers that still swayed mockingly before him. I stood and bent from the waist with my back to him and picked up my bra. The view that I presented was designed to torment further, and it did. Rob groaned audibly, I sat in a chair opposite him and began to fasten my bra very slowly, then turning it around I slowly placed each breast into its own cup while staring at him.

Rob began to plead for sympathy and understanding, but we both knew that sympathy and understanding were not what he really needed. Rob's problem was plainly visible in the form of a huge, bloated, wet lump in the front of his pants. The tease was going to be rough on him he was a guy use to getting what he wanted, and he wanted it.

As I sat across from Rob he stared at the never-never land of pleasure between my legs and the bulge in his crotch pulsed uncontrollably. I told him to go home to take care of his "problem" because I needed to get ready for a date I had later that evening. I giggled to myself as he got up and walked to the door as the bulge in the front of his pants "pointed" the way as I thought to myself, yes cock teasing can be so much fun. I quickly got dressed for my date; I was suddenly getting quite horny. Kisses....