She laughed.
"You're naked and I still have my underware on."
I looked up from caressing her belly. She was right. I didn't even want this. It took hours of seduction to wear me down but here I was and she still had her panties on. Maybe it was the way she laughed or the fact that I had let her put me in this position but I took it as a challenge.
"So you want to keep your underware on?" I asked.
She smiled, "Sure, why not?"
She thought she was playing with me. She thought she had me under control now. What she didn't know was that I was going to make her regret those panties.
I moved my hands to start massaging her thighs my thumbs on the inside, giving a deep tissue massage.
"Oooh, that feels good hun," she said.
I just smiled. My thumbs slowly moved inside her thighs till they were just barely brushing the cotton fabric of her underware. I felt moisture. Her hips moved up to try to meet my thumbs, for more pressure.
"You got to do it harder than that," she said.
Using the palms of my hands I pressed her hips back down into the couch. I was in control here and her body would just have to learn to do what I said.
I moved my head down between her legs and opened my mouth, letting out a breath of hot breath on front of those little pink panties. She let out a little moan. Then I lowered my tounge onto her and lightly licked from the bottom of her crotch up to the elastic waste band. Using the slightest pressure, so she would just barely feel it but enough so that my saliva mixed with her dampness.
I then sat up and gently blew cool air over her mositened crotch. She shuddered.
"Ok," she said hurridly, "I want to take them off."
I looked up and smiled at her. I started in with the tounge again. I loved teasing her.
She grabbed my head and tried to force me down on her. I grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms to her side. She whimpered but I continued, paying no heed. Her hips were now free and kept trying to move up to meet my tounge.
"Please," she would whisper.
This was my game and for whatever reason I felt her body needed to be trained. Everytime her hips would move up I would remove my tounge. She soon learned to just lay still and receive whatever touch I was willing to give her.
I knew I had won when her pleas for me to touch her harder had faded.
I looked up. She was laying there with her eyes closed and biting on her lip.
"Shall we remove the panties?" I asked.
She just nodded.
They slid off and thrown aside. (I found them under the couch a week later). The rest of the night went pretty much as would be expected.
"You're naked and I still have my underware on."
I looked up from caressing her belly. She was right. I didn't even want this. It took hours of seduction to wear me down but here I was and she still had her panties on. Maybe it was the way she laughed or the fact that I had let her put me in this position but I took it as a challenge.
"So you want to keep your underware on?" I asked.
She smiled, "Sure, why not?"
She thought she was playing with me. She thought she had me under control now. What she didn't know was that I was going to make her regret those panties.
I moved my hands to start massaging her thighs my thumbs on the inside, giving a deep tissue massage.
"Oooh, that feels good hun," she said.
I just smiled. My thumbs slowly moved inside her thighs till they were just barely brushing the cotton fabric of her underware. I felt moisture. Her hips moved up to try to meet my thumbs, for more pressure.
"You got to do it harder than that," she said.
Using the palms of my hands I pressed her hips back down into the couch. I was in control here and her body would just have to learn to do what I said.
I moved my head down between her legs and opened my mouth, letting out a breath of hot breath on front of those little pink panties. She let out a little moan. Then I lowered my tounge onto her and lightly licked from the bottom of her crotch up to the elastic waste band. Using the slightest pressure, so she would just barely feel it but enough so that my saliva mixed with her dampness.
I then sat up and gently blew cool air over her mositened crotch. She shuddered.
"Ok," she said hurridly, "I want to take them off."
I looked up and smiled at her. I started in with the tounge again. I loved teasing her.
She grabbed my head and tried to force me down on her. I grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms to her side. She whimpered but I continued, paying no heed. Her hips were now free and kept trying to move up to meet my tounge.
"Please," she would whisper.
This was my game and for whatever reason I felt her body needed to be trained. Everytime her hips would move up I would remove my tounge. She soon learned to just lay still and receive whatever touch I was willing to give her.
I knew I had won when her pleas for me to touch her harder had faded.
I looked up. She was laying there with her eyes closed and biting on her lip.
"Shall we remove the panties?" I asked.
She just nodded.
They slid off and thrown aside. (I found them under the couch a week later). The rest of the night went pretty much as would be expected.