Teasing

July 20

I came back from being out, running a few errands. When I opened the door you were sitting on the bed. Closed. Very still. Your eyes focused on me. I had texted you to let you know I was on my way, and you saw your chance. An opportunity to do a bit of science. I paused before closing the door softly, thinking to myself about how fucking hot my lab partner is.

You have a small gesture of beckoning and I wordlessly walked to you, standing between your legs so close I can feel the heat from your body. Every part of me is tingling with anticipation.

You looked up at me as your hands dropped to my calves. You let them travel up and when you hit the button of my skirt, you paused. Knowing you were turning me on by that small interruption. I made a small noise of wanting and that smile you have when you know what you're doing to me appeared. But I had another, secret, reason for the anticipation.

Your hands were stopped at the back of my thighs and I felt the pressure of a light grip before you slipped your fingers up under my skirt until you found my ass to grip. It was with much more intent and promise, relaxing and squeezing in a rhythm. Everytime you did, I felt my pussy spread just enough to provide slight stimulation. This put my already considerable state of arousal into overdrive and my head fell back as my breath quickened. I wanted to tell you to stop teasing me, to fall to my knees and bef to suck your cock until it was impossibly hard and I could climb on. I focused my thoughts of the feeling instead and ride the wave of sexy sensations.

It took you another moment of exploration before you realized I wasn't wearing anything else underneath. We hadn't planned this so I saw you give me the look you do when you're playfully questioning me. I gave my self congratulations expression back.

"I don't wear anything under skirts anymore. Ever. It turns me on so much to think of you having easy access to me at any time, even when we don't explore it."

Your device little smile returned as you said in a low growl, "Very good girl." My knees almost gave out as I moaned and instinctively pushed my ass back into your hands as your gripped harder and this time spread me with purpose, holding it as I felt how could the air was compared to the heat of my desire.

When I thought I might ignore my focused thoughts, your hands retreated and slid over my skirt and up to my stomach. You pulled my shirt up just enough to be able to lean down and kiss my belly and it was like electricity running through my body. I felt it converge at my nipples and they hardened and pleased to be touched.

Just as before, your fingers slipped underneath my shirt and began to travel up my stomach and over the curves of my breasts, your palms brushing over my hard nipples and I moaned. Your hands paused and felt the heft of my breasts still hidden behind my bra. Your fingers circled in and tucked under the top of my bra and you waited, looking at me. Holding that gaze and nodding in a short of commiseration of how horny I had to be right then.

Without warning, you ***fully pull the cups of bra down and my shirt up to grab my tits in both hands before immediately starting to suck on one and play with the other. After the ***fully slow build up, this rocked me. You pushed them closer together and I almost whimpered knowing you'd be sucking the both at the same time. As your mouth closed over them, I put my hands in your hair to hold you close and encourage you. I wanted this so bad, to be played with.

You broke away, both hands now intently rolling my nipples between your fingers. You looked up and asked me, "How bad do you want it?"

Like a damn breaking, I said "Oh god please I need it. Please fuck me. Please. Please." Each please made you smile bigger.

"Good. But for now you'll have to learn to be patient.", you said while fixing the disarray of my clothing. You moved me back to be able to stand up keeping your hands on my hip and pulling me closer to you. I felt how hard you were, just like you wanted me to.

Moving to hold my face in your hands hands, you lifted my face and leaned to give me a kiss so feel delicate I might have imagined it. And as I stood there with my eyes closed, unable to move, I heard the door close behind me as you left me to collect myself.