This story occurred a number of years ago when I was recently out of college and working as an intern trying to land a full-time job. My husband and I met in college a couple years before, yet we had a couple years apart to "sow our oats" before settling down together. I'm a short Asian gal and have been told I have an exotic look with a delicious body (If I do say so myself) and a great sense of humor.
One night I was home alone watching TV when my phone rang, it was Karen, a good friend and one of my college roommates. She called to tell me that Billy, a guy we both went on a couple dates with while we were in school, and I had once slept with had just left her condo. She said he stopped by for a visit and tried to get into her pants.
She told me she teased him, and we both had a laugh at the way she teased him because it was one of ways, we both used to tease guys back in college. She said after a long make out and heavy petting session she had him kneel down in front of her to please her orally and then she gave him a long, slow, soft hand-job, which unfortunately for him, she decided not to finish. She said she told him she changed her mind about fooling around with him and sent him away only about two or three strokes from blowing his load.
I got quite a laugh from this because it was one of my favorite ways of teasing a guy; I know the frustration and torment a slow hand-job can cause a boy. We laughed at the thought of poor, horny Billy home alone engaged in a frustrating jerk-off session to relieve his swollen and denied blue balls.
About that time my doorbell rang so I hung up with Karen to answer the door. To my surprise, it was Billy. It didn't take long for me to figure out why he was at my door, or what he had on his mind. Although I had given him my sweet little puss-puss once before, I was not about to do it again, besides this was the perfect opportunity for me to have a little fun with him. He was unaware that I knew of his "need" and "desperation" plus I also knew there was no way he had time to go home and take care of his "problem."
I invited Billy to come in and visit so he came in and sat on the sofa and I purposely sat in the chair directly across from him. Since I was home alone relaxing for the night I was dressed in a short terry-cloth robe without any underwear on. He seemed a bit nervous and flustered and I assumed it was due to the lingering effects of the unfinished hand-job Karen had just given him.