He didn't try to stimulate me, just rested his hand there.He didn't try to stimulate me, just rested his hand there. My nipples had been erect since I sat down. They were trying to be erect under the tape. He slid his hand up to my breast. I pulled with my wrists against the tape. He stopped and turned the chair to face the full length mirror. I could see myself, legs apart, exposed. I was grateful that the candle light was dim. He stood behind me and leaned over my shoulder. One hand went back to my sex, and he began gently to stroke and probe while kissing the side of my neck and nibbling on my ears. That really gets me going, the ears. It always does. I was still nervous, watching him, but I also responded to his hands and became wet. He continued, and I realized that this was his idea of torture. In retrospect I know it's illogical, but somehow my mind concluded that this meant he wasn't Charles Manson. I got more and more turned on, and finally I was fighting the tape out of horny frustration rather than fear. He kept me going, teasing me, until I was right on the edge again and stopped. I just couldn't seem to come, but I was extremely turned on. He cut the tape behind my back and released my breasts. He began peeling it off slowly from both sides while standing in front of me; he was watching my face closely, and as he pulled he made the two tugging, almost-painful points of detachment move symmetrically toward my nipples. My breath quickened as they zeroed in. I moaned and closed my eyes so that I wouldn't be embarrassed by him watching me. Funny how the mind works sometimes. He kissed me again. He's a great kisser. The average guy seems to have a theory that putting his tongue down your throat proves he's a passionate lover. Not that I have anything against tongues, it's just that they don't automatically impress me. J does, though. Impress me, I mean. "I guess you passed the test," he said. I don't know what test, but I suspect he wanted to know if I trusted him, and he wanted me to know I could trust him. |