I am confused about what it is you want. In fact (to be honest with myself) I am confused with regards to many things about you. What do you want from me? You’re “uniquely frustrating,” driving my urges to the verge and then pulling back, making this tease reach far beyond my cunt. It is unlike me to wait so long for a man– to allow this taunt to continue this long. The boredom, the games, the fear that comes with other men, is nowhere in sight with you. I am tormented in the most tantalizing way. I walk around in a state of vivacity mixed with bewilderment; you give just enough to keep me coming back for more. You may very well be a cock tease.So–why should this night be different?

Tonight I am wearing a simple (just above the knee) thin, black skirt. It has a slight sheen to it, and a small slit up the back. My top is simple too–the black thin knit silk sweater that I got Paris last Christmas. I love this sweater; it is tight and the cut allows for a hint of my shoulders to peek out, but otherwise not revealing. Underneath, I am wearing basic dark black sheer stockings with a laced band that requires a garter to hold them in place. I chose a cincher garter to hold the stockings and make me look even curvier in my tight sweater and skirt. Covering my breasts is a thin ultra sheer black bra, concealing and revealing simultaneously. I paired this with a simple cross strap black heel, not too high.

Approaching the restaurant, I see you instantly. You are so sexy, dressed like the male version of me. We look good together. I gaze at you from afar, you not yet seeing me. It seems my mind immediately starts to charge and my junction begins to grow, just that quickly. Sensing I’m here you turn to see me walking toward you. You pull me in, kiss my cheek, breathing me in as you do. This movement of breath caused me to release my own deep exhale of sultry air.

We order our dinner, there are few words between, and the verbal seems almost visual You pull my wrist toward your cock, setting my mind into gear. I wonder if you want to feel how hard I can make you. Right when I begin to feel you grow beneath my fingertips you slow me down, and then pull my hand away. The game continues for the remainder of the evening. Your cock stays in a luscious state of heavy. That heavy which shows on the front of your slacks, the delineation of your round head and the streamline that runs the curved shaft, just barely showing, enough to be only noticeable by me.

My mind spinning in a constant state of intrigue–will tonight be the night the chase finally brings forth those indoor fireworks I have been longing for? Or will you once again send me away unfulfilled, as you have on so many other nights? Will this night end with the continued frustration I have been feeling since we met? Will you tease me to the point of absolute disturbance, leaving me once again to go home and seek out my own release– or tonight, will you grant me the luxury of your lap?

I wonder why you enjoy this tease so much, to the point of near-erection; I wonder how many women you have instructed to bring you to this state, full but not erect. Do you do this to all your dates or just me? It is clear to see, as your cock grows, that it is me you want, but evil jealousy is never far behind. Do you see something inside of me that makes you want to control, to allow this to linger as long as possible, or is this a game–all about you and should I even care?

This night I have decided to not let you off, to not let you tease to the point of exodus on my part–I will not let you get away. The hours through dinner my fingers and my hand stroking over your pants has me soaking. I am determined, my mind is set, I need you, I long for you to serve me up, to handle me. Throughout the meal we enjoy the game together, me prolonging your constant state of heavy. Beneath your charcoal gray pants I make you swell and then my fingertips retreat. My tenacity is set in keeping you in this state of perpetual wantonness, caught between a composed erection.

As we walk toward your apartment I playfully glide my hand across your broad shoulder and down your back and then back across the front to your cock. The walk is slow. I stop us several times to glance in shop windows, and as we gaze in I back myself into you. My backside faintly grazes your thickness. Feeling you so close to my junction induces my breath to lower, to become heavier than it was just moments before. I begin to feel that familiar dull throb between my legs, that sensation I get before it becomes the ache of want.

We walk. At the next window I fix on my own reflection. I slightly bend over and adjust my stocking beneath my skirt, lifting my leg, softly leaning into your cock. In my adjustment I lift my skirt just high enough to reveal the lace band of my thigh high, fastened by a little clip. I see in our reflected image you staring at my thigh, I bend a bit further and run my hand along the stocking. I back into you just a tad more as I slowly rise back to a standing position. I once more draw my hand along the outline of your dick, you lift beneath my touch. Coming to a full stance (my ass and back pressed against you) I slowly turn to face you. I pass my hand up your thigh, along the length of your cock, across your chest, along your neck and toward your back and faintly caress your ear–the top and then the lobe. I love the way my newly manicured nails, painted in the hue of at your beck and call, look as they run touching various fragments of you. I cannot wait to see how they look running across your flesh, across skin, when they are grasped around your cock.

The short walk to your apartment becomes the long way home, of strolling and stopping. I begin to grow fond of seeing us reflected in shop windows. We stop in front of a hardware store, still lit from Christmas. It is easy to make out our images in the window among the mish mash of gadgets sparkling under the Christmas flicker. As you stand behind me, my hand once more passes along your cock, the heaviness has now turned more into a swell, and a sly smile comes to my lips. I reach for your arm and bring it around my waist and then up to my breasts. Your hands are so big and seem to scoop me up in just the right way. You grab tightly, your palm cupping firmly the left side and your arm pressing into my right side. I feel like you are holding me up, your grasp is solid; it makes me free a small, barley audible moan. I feel my own swell beginning. As you release your grip, I guide your hand down my body to the front of my thigh and then back to my full round ass. I am so delighted that you answer by giving my ass a firm grasp. My mind becomes even more rapturous when I feel your palm move closer toward the center as your fingers press into where my junction meets thighs. With your fingers lingering so close I can feel my brain begin to slip into that licentious state; I can feel my pussy begin to slip into that liquefying state. I take a deep breath and pull your hand away and place it into mine. We walk.

My hope is that when we arrive at your house you’ll be energized and anxious to reward me for my participation in your little game. We reach your stairway to the front door; I look up at you and ascend, you following behind. As we climb I glance back to see your eyes focused on my ass. I respond by hiking my skirt so that with each step you are able to see my stockings and the flesh above them. I slow my pace up the stairs, hoping you will read my mind; I help by hiking the hem up bit further. I feel your hand slide along my thigh, where in between those curves; you confidently clutch my entire cunt. I naturally pull inward, feeling your hand come with me, as you deviously murmur into my ear “what a dirty girl you are.” I only flash a sly smile back at you.

Upon reaching the top stair you push into me, pinning my body against the door. With your body pressed against mine I am fully aware of how hard your cock has become. The persistence of your body into mine creates an instantaneous surge and I feel myself growing full and wet. Still in the cool air of outside, I feel your hand rise up the front of my skirt. Your fingers loop around one of the garter clips, you pull and then let it snap back on to my thigh. Your hand then glides into the wetness of my panties, with your three fingers you rub and clutch, slowly tugging at my cunt and causing it to grow even more. I cave into your hand and into the architecture, the ache of want now fully consuming me. You unlock and open the door, guiding me in. Once in, you turn my body towards yours and unbutton my coat. It slips from my arms and drops to the floor. Your foot slides in-between mine as you spread my legs apart with yours. Your body is heavy against mine and your hand, which seems to have never have left my cunt, is still pressing into me. Coming in close, you graze the side of my neck with your lips as your other hand feels its way up my body, searching my curves, to the back of my neck where you take hold of my hair, arching my head back, your lips exploring my shoulder and neckline. Your lips so warm and wet and your fingers deep inside of me cause me to buckle and melt.

Moving to my ear you whisper “You’re so wet, do you think I made you wait long enough pet?” I give a non-verbal answer, by wrapping and clinching around your fingers, pulling you in even more.

With you leaning in so close to me I cannot help but drag my hand across your pants feeling your cock throbbing beneath. I stroke along the entire length, dwelling at the tip–I feel a sturdy twitch from you. Then you pull back and with both hands you swiftly yank my skirt up above my ass. I gasp in excitement.

You boldly ask me “Do you taste as good as I think you do?”

I nod.

“Show me,” and I slide my fingers down the front of my panties and easily slip them into the plumpness. I could have just run them along the slit, but I opt to push them all the way in, bringing forth my own moan. Our eyes glued, I bring my two fingers out and raise them to my own lips and slide them in, savoring my own taste.

“It’s so good” I say, as I lift your hand and place it where mine just was. Your fingers slip in, and as you gradually move down my clit and into folds of flesh, you bring them slowly back out and slide them into my mouth. I taste, lick, suck and assure you of the sweetness as I wrap my hands around your head urging you downward.

Your hand clutches my ass as your face nuzzles into my junction taking in my scent, my wetness; I feel your tongue on the outside of my panties, you slide it over the fabric–tasting me, but not. I can hear myself panting at how close you are to me. The feel of your subtle scruff of stubble along my skin sends a wave of pleasure through my body and mind. Pulling the triangle of my panties to the side and run your finger into my fullness; they slide in effortlessly. Then at long last I feel your tongue on my flesh. I am sure I flood your mouth in an instant, as you lap me up, devour me, a slow breathy moan slips from my mouth and fills the room. The game and the wait have me already on the verge of coming. Lifting your head away you snatch down my panties, which only go down as far as the clasps of the garter, far enough—you go in for more, your tongue pushing deeply into me and then back to work my clit, you slide your fingers deep into me while continuing to eat me whole. My body on fire, I clinch, my cunt wants to pull you in. Your fingers plunge deeper, while your mouth swallows every part of me. A blaze consumes my body, my panting heavier, throbbing, my cunt aching, I tense and come so hard that my liquid surrounds your hand and my thick sugary musk fills the air. Once I have softened atop your hand, you rise from my cunt, your fingers remaining firmly pressed inside my full flesh.

Our lips meet and I taste me on you and then into my ear you whisper “Is that what you were waiting for?”