Just a Tease

The door closed and here we were again, just us two.

My heart immediately began racing again- more than it already was.  Even though we'd broken the ice already, I still couldn't help myself.  I was still incredibly nervous.  My mind was busy trying to keep my desires in check, yet there were still plenty of other random thoughts that managed to flutter about and coalesce right in my stomach.

There I was all over again, sitting on the couch, too nervous to do anything, even breathe.  I tried making small talk, which was only slightly easier than last time.  We made a few comments to each other and I kept peeking at you, still taking in your lovely curves.  I don't think I was going to get used to your body, especially being this close to me.

Apparently done or bored with whatever kept you out there, you got up.  My eyes watched you intently, imagining the soft but delicious form underneath your clothes.  It wasn't the only time I'd thought about it, not by far... but it's different when it's a few feet away rather than in the deep recesses of my fantasies.  I still had to stay in control, which was getting harder and harder.  It took all my effort to resist the lure of your soft curves, long hair, and overall sexy body.

Normally, a simple walk of 10 steps to the couch would be nothing... but it sure felt like an eternity, but gave me plenty of time to watch you yet again.  My body froze as I realized you were sitting down on the other edge of the couch, an unceremonious but cute 'plop' that enticingly jiggled all your curves.  I giggled a nervous giggle and shifted to make myself as comfortable as I could given the situation.  All I could muster beyond that was a smile.

You smiled back.  "I know you're still nervous.  It's okay.  How many times to I have to say that?"

"I know.  I'm just... trying to tell myself that.  And not... ya know."  We'd talked about it plenty; we both knew.

"It's okay."

"Yeah, but it's also near impossible to not reach over there.  Such a lovely body."

You smiled.  "Aww, thanks.  I'm glad you like it."  We both giggled nervously.

And there we sat, both unsure of what to say.  I continued to mull the thoughts in my head, the same thoughts that had been spinning there since the first few days I'd seen you.

Finally, the silence was broken.  "So, you've got your fantasies about me.  What kind of fantasies?"

I chuckled.  "Where to start?" Another nervous chuckle.  "There's a lot I'd like to do, but won't.  Uhm..."

I stumbled for words as you looked at me, still smiling.  A glint of mischief seemed to shroud the corners of your smile, but I certainly didn't expect what was to come.

I choked back the few bits of shyness I had left, snickering nervously.  "I really want to do all sorts of things to you.  I can't even begin to list them all.  My mind races with the thoughts of you in the throes of passion- seeing, hearing, feeling your body.  All of it.  I don't want to just have my imagination to fill in the blanks."

"Well that's not very specific.  Where's that great articulation at now?  I was just reading your stories again, but I want to hear more."  You giggled and patted my arm, sending a shiver through my whole body.

I took a deep breath.  "I wish I could do more, but I won't ask that.  I would love to watch you undress and play with yourself, though.  Seeing all of your beautiful body and hearing you."  I tried another breath, as best I could, squirming at the thought.  I shifted and tried to hide the excitement that my pants were starting to show.  My cheeks and face burned.

You blushed almost as deeply.  "It is nice to hear someone talking about how beautiful I look."  You shifted to lay back more comfortably against the couch and turned a bit to face me.  "And it is fun to tease." you smiled, as a hand began running across your shirt and rubbing at a clothed nipple.

"Oh!  ...Uh, yeah."  I was speechless.  I immediately felt my heart pounding again and felt the blood flowing away from my brain and into lower regions.  I continued to squirm, eyes darting from your hand to your face and back.  "I've had plenty of thoughts about it, about you after some of the times we've talked... some of the things we've said."

"Well, your words can certainly inspire a lot.  It might not be about you, but they sure get my mind going... and other things."  You moaned a little and your other hand went to your other breast, squeezing softly.  Your nipples were starting to stick through your shirt, and I was loving every bit of it.

"I know.  I love hearing that from someone.  It's a wholly different thing to see those results in person, though... especially from you."  I squirmed more, rubbing at the now aching member in my sweats.

Your hands stopped and slid down your body.  Each arm disappeared under the edge of your shirt, and you slowly lifted it.  I squirmed again as bare flesh slowly peeked out from under the cloth, filling my view with your delicious curves, until it was up over your shoulders.  Only a cotton bra remained, accentuating the folds of your soft, beautiful cleavage.

"Oh my... so lovely!"  I squirmed into my hand again, squeezing my hard cock.  "Absolutely delicious!"

"Thank you.  I agree."  You squeezed at the thin bit of cloth between your hand and very erect nipples, moaning yet again.

I moaned in response.  "Oh, that's such an intoxicating sound. You have no idea what this is doing to me!"

"Well, I can see some of it... but wouldn't mind knowing more.  You don't have to hide."

That was all the invitation I needed.  Without thinking, I stood up and lowered my sweats and underwear, my dick glad to be freed of its prison, standing at full attention.  I sat, eyes affixed on you as you watched, eyeing what now sat before you.

"Hmmmm... very nice." You grinned.  

"Yeah... but now that I've shown you mine, it's your turn!"

"Oh, gee, I suppose!" you responded coyly.  You reached for your jeans and shifted for a better grip.  "Mmmmm," I purred.

The grin remained, and your hands disappeared from your pants, instead reaching up to pull your bra way in one yank.  Both breasts fell out, dropping comfortably into place, with nipples as hard as the cock in my hand.  Your hair draped over the sides of your breasts, providing a natural frame for two very round works of art.. 

"Wow!"  I moaned and squeezed myself again.  I stared in fascination, and felt my hand long to reach over and touch them.  It wasn't until they were halfway there that I realized I wasn't jut wishing, and I quickly pulled my hand back.  "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about."

I stared as you continued to play with them, watching your nipples shift and turn as you squeezed them between your fingers. 

"Wow!" was all I could still say.  "But... not fair, not what I meant!" I managed to utter once my brain had finally filled in that missing piece to your puzzle.

Occupied with your bare breasts, I'd not noticed a hand had already slipped into your sweats.  I could see every movement through them, and knew what was waiting.  More moans of pleasure erupted from you as more parts received some of the attention they craved, melodic music to my ears.

"Ooh.. please let me see." I trembled.  My left hand was busy stroking, though I had to pay enough attention to the right to not reach out for you yet again.  The bit of blood in my brain brought up a cautionary reminder.  "Eyes only," I told myself.  "This is already incredible. I don't want to ruin it!"

I quickly got what I desired.  The pants slid down your legs.  My mind had a clear thought that parted through all the other lustful desires- I was still beside myself, amazed that I had nearly every last bit of your body (and my imagination) sitting not three feet from me.  Only the last bits of underwear separated me from a complete view of you, and even this view was almost too much to handle!

Not content with the teasing so far, you sat back on the couch again, a single layer of cloth barely covering your most intimate parts.  I could already smell the scent of your excitement, even more so as you turned on the couch.  One leg propped up against the back of the couch, while the other draped to the floor.  I swooned over the landscape of your body before me, sexy round thighs leading to a wet spot begging for your attention, and round curves jiggling with your movements. 

Though the beauty that lay before me was still blocked by that damned fabric, I was treated to even more pleasures; moans were accompanied by the incredible noises of your juices, already flowing freely, being squished around by your fingers.  My own noises started accompanying in similar rhythms as I stroked my cock faster, precum drizzling down it and into my hand.

Your moans increased, growing louder and louder, as I watched you tremble from the stimulation of your own fingers.  Your back arched against the arm of the sofa and your feet dug into the cushions of the sofa as your entire body shook and you exploded in a wave of moans and gasps.  I quickly joined you with my own explosion, the sight before me too much to bear.  Load after load spurted out of me, my own body twitching from the pleasure of watching you.

After the waves finally subsided, we laid happily, still confined on our corners of the couch. ."Wow," I said.  "Simply beautiful."

"But, I still didn't get to see everything..." I grinned, teasingly.

"Well, you'll just have to use your imagination until next time." you offered with a sly smile.

Everything immediately began racing again.  "Next time?!"