My God does this man not know that he is currently driving me wild. Those hands all over my body, in places no man has touched in at least 2 years. It's taking all my strength not to open my mouth and scream. Scream in ecstasy of course but that's not the point here. I know he is doing this on purpose, teasing me. It's just not fair.
But, I won't give in. Not yet anyway.
I feel his hands on my breasts and I hold in the moan that wants to escape, I can't let him know I'm enjoying every minute of this. His fingers brush my nipples and my God I want to rip his clothes off right now and jump on top of him.
But I push that image out of mind. I need to concentrate on something none sexual, no matter how hard he tries to turn me on. At least it's working. I know he is turned on, has been for sometime now, I can feel the hardness of him pressing against my leg.
That smile that plays on his lips when he thinks I'm going to make a sound intrigues me. He thinks he is so damn good at this. I bet any other woman he has tried this on probably wouldn't of lasted this long. But he has a surprise in store; I could lie here all night if I had to.
Okay maybe I wouldn't but let's not go into that.
It's so hard not to make any sound when he is drawing those little circles on the inside of my thigh and moving slowly closer toward my panties.
Like I wouldn't notice that.
Ok ok, I need to think about something else…
Jeremiah was a bullfrog, he was a good friend of mine. I never understood a single word he said but I always helped to drink his wine.
Oh… maybe that's a good thing to sing, I don't want to sing. Ok. Time to concentrate. Need to concentrate. If I don't I might literally have to rip his clothes off, then he would be going home with torn clothes. Who cares?
God I want him so badly.
Enough!
Why did I have to come along with him today? I should have stayed where I was, happily working on whatever is what I was doing. I can't even remember, my mind is just on those hands and those lips…
Ok now he's looking at me, I'm just going to look normal and pretend not to notice what he is doing.
What he is doing is turning on me, he knows it to!
Look at that smile.
I can't believe this. Oh…that felt good.
I wish he would look away; the fiery passion in his eyes isn't helping here.
His hands are now back to my breast, teasing my nipples through the material of my bra. If I had known wearing this skirt would have got this kind of result I would have worn it sooner. I see him move up a little bit and he kisses my lips, I don't kiss him back. That would have given him something to work with. He thinks he is a great little tease. Wait until I decide to take my turn and play him at his own little game. Lets see how long he lasts when I've got him almost naked and at my advantage.
Ok naughty thoughts again. Don't want to go there.
Not yet anyway.
Oh… that is so not allowed.
He is kissing my neck, in all the right places. I'm seriously going to make some noise soon. I don't know how much longer I can last. I'm surprised he has lasted so long. I know he can be impatient. Surprised he hasn't just pulled me off the floor and dragged me home.
Not that I want to go home. It's so much better lying here with his hand caressing every inch of my body. Well not every inch. Not yet.
I can feel the goose pimples rise on my skin. I'm not cold. Far from it. Excited yeah. But that's his fault.
I feel his hands back on my leg, the inside. He is moving it so slowly and further up my skirt. Any second he is going to win. I feel like screaming and forcing him to take me. I cant it stand it any longer. His hands need to get me naked.
I open mouth to say something or moan but nothing.
Then I feel his hand on the fabric on my panties and all thoughts fade away. I couldn't even contemplate what to say if I wanted to say something!
I hate this man.
