My hand on the top of her chest feathered its way over the material of her dress, pushing it a millimetre lower.
I felt her exhale. I felt the beat of her heart.
Slowly, I pushed her dress down over her breast, exposing just one of her nipples, hard and deep pink. She squirmed on my lap when I trailed a single finger over the bud, the faintest of pressure such a tease. I followed it with a hard pinch, which pulled a gasp from her lips that sent a jolt to my dick.
He wasn’t getting any action tonight unless I found ten minutes in the bathroom afterwards. She’d asked me for an orgasm at a hand that wasn’t hers, and I would give her that.
“Do you like that?” I circled her nipple with my finger, my other hand teasing her inner thigh, never moving close to her underwear.
“Yes. I liked it when — ”
I gave her nipple another sharp pinch, pulling on it a little more this time.
Jerrica groaned, her hips lifting. Her hands stayed on the arms of the chair.
I waited for her to settle down again on my lap before cupping her breast, feeling the weight of it in my palm. She had bigger tits than she should for her frame, full and pert, ones that I knew would bounce if I fucked her. One last pinch, another gasp from her, and I pushed her off my knee.
“Take the fucking dress off, Jerrica. I want to see you.” I hadn’t planned on being so blunt or demanding, part of me worried that it would have her running from the room. The women I’d been seeing I’d met online. We’d discussed exactly what they — and I — liked before they even knew my name. A non-disclosure agreement had been signed before they saw my face. I knew nothing about what Jerrica liked, apart from what I’d read in her books, which gave me some idea, and the idea of doing something that stopped her from liking me — as a friend or whatever else — was almost enough for me to bolt out of the door myself.
She turned to face me, slowly pushing the strap that was still on her shoulder off it, the material catching round her breast, meaning she had to pull it down further, exposing herself to me, for me.
She bent over, giving me a chance to take in her tits bare at last, my own groan when it came as needy as hers had been.
When she stood back up, wearing just a lacy pair of panties, her eyes were wild, her hands coming up to pull her hair away, her body on show. There was nothing brazen, just brave exposure.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Jerrica. I need you to take your underwear off, so I can finger that pussy.”
Her cheeks reddened, either from embarrassment or lust, or maybe a mixture of both.
“Turn around when you take them off and bend over so I can see what I want.”
I expected hesitation, but there was none. She moved around slowly, bending over and pulling her underwear down those smooth, long legs, spreading them slightly, which gave me a better view of her ass and a glint of wetness that was smeared down her leg as her panties came down.
“Good girl. Come sit back on my knee. Lean back and spread your legs.” I reached forward, taking hold of her hips in my hands, and pulled her back to where I wanted her. Her legs parted, her shoulders pressing back partly into me and partly into the side of the chair, giving me full and obvious access to her tits. My arms wrapped around her and I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, then a little bite, my hands coming up to cup both of her tits, squeezing both nipples at the same time.
My guess was that she was close to orgasm and a few touches would detonate her. That wasn’t going to happen.
Her arms spread higher and further back, a hint to do that again, which I would. My guess was that a little light bondage would suit her, that she would happily hand over control to me. I circled her nipples then petted them, seeing arousal glisten between her legs, her clit visible.
“What do you want me to do, Jerrica?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
My cock almost exploded.
“I’m not fucking you tonight, but I promise I’ll make you come. Do you want me to carry on doing this,” I pinched her nipples again, harder than before, clamping them between my finger and thumb for longer, “or do you want me to finger your cunt?”
“Both.”
“Greedy girl.” I slipped a hand down and over her stomach, stopping just on her pubis. She was waxed and smooth, just a scattering of neatly trimmed hair left. I didn’t much care how a woman chose to have herself there — it was their choice, whatever made them feel comfortable — but I liked how she was. I would enjoy having my mouth there at some point.
I raised my hands and gave a quick slap between her legs — nothing that would sting, only quickly stimulate. Jerrica’s moan and her legs widening told me everything I needed to know about heading in the right direction.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes. Again.”
I obliged, doing it twice more before resting my hand over her centre, keeping any pressure off her clit. I pinched her nipple with my other hand and then pushed a finger inside her. She was tight and hot, tensing around my one digit while I slowly plunged it in and then removed it, taking it up to her mouth.
