Another tease- watching.

Last time it was words. This time, it was making her watch. I am developing quite a fondness for turning limits on their head.

Last time it had been with a lady who I did not name- I should ask what she’d like to be called on here. This time I was playing with Stacy. She’d come to a play party I threw a few months ago, and conversation had led to massage, which led to caress, which led to teasing which led to my hand between her thighs as she begged me frantically for permission to cum. We exchanged email addresses, and one or two emails but when contact quickly petered out I didn’t think much of it. She’d warned me that she’s not so good at staying in contact, and I had no illusions that what we’d done was more then a fun night, so I just enjoyed it as a pleasant one time adventure.

So I was pleasantly surprised to see her again this weekend at an event we were both attending. We fell back into flirtation easily, and kept running into each other throughout the weekend, having long conversations and getting to know each other better. I took great enjoyment from the way she’d miss a word or struggle to keep her composure and finish her sentence when my finger would trace her neck or along her thigh just below her skirt.

Finally, Saturday night we found ourselves on a bed in a back room, her body thrashing under my hands as I made her cum, again and again. I would trace a finger along her thigh, gently, my eyes never leaving hers, both of us knowing my eventual goal. My finger would find the edge of her panties and run up against her mound, applying just enough pressure as I reached her clit to let her know I knew exactly what I was doing. Her eyes would take on a pleading look and she’d push her hips just a bit up towards my hand, and my finger would slip under the damp fabric and slip easily into her. My finger would find her g-spot and start to curl inside her and her breathing would get quicker and her hands would claw into my arms and she’d quietly start whispering “please… please” until I let her cum. Her body is intensely responsive, and it was no more then 20-30 seconds from the first time my finger started to move inside her till she was cumming against me. I’d bring her off, and then again, and then again, half a dozen times before letting her rest, catch her breath, my hand lightly caressing her face or chest until it moved to her thigh and we were ready to start again. At first with my fingers, but later I began using my glass toy inside her, to even better effect.

We talked off and on as we played, and she confirmed what I’d already gathered, that my fingering her, or using the toy on her, was about as far as she was comfortable going. I kissed her cheek and told her it was fine, that she should feel no pressure at all to go any further. She told me she knew that, and she trusted me, that she knew she could tell me she wanted something but I’d still respect that she wasn’t ready for it.

Ah, sweet music to my ear.

We played a bit more, and I took great pleasure in teasing her. Telling her in great detail what I could be doing to her, hearing her whimper and moan and press herself against me. But I wanted a bit more then words- and with perfect timing it was then Emma decided to join us.

My hand again found Stacy’s hair and pulled, and as her neck arched I whispered in her ear “now tell me, pretty girl- would you like to watch her pleasure me” She got the most beautiful look in her eyes… both knowing what a tease it would be but also wanting it. I offered her the chance to say no- with just a bit of cruelly in my voice because we both knew she wouldn’t. She took a deep breath- almost stealing herself- and then nodded her agreement. Emma gave a wicked little laugh, and slid down my body to enjoy.

I think Stacy was hoping to curl a bit into the corner and watch, but I had other plans. For almost an hour, I thoroughly enjoyed Emma’s mouth, her touch, her body- but my eyes never left Stacy’s. While one hand was in Emma’s hair, guiding her on me, my other would move again to the toy and start to rapidly penetrate Stacy’s cunt with it, all the while making her watch. When I took Emma from behind, Stacy was right next to us, my eyes locked with hers as I whispered to her, telling her how I wished it was her I was penetrating, hearing her echo the same wish. Emma’s cries and moans were like a soundtrack to my continued seduction of Stacy, as I’d ask her if she wanted to be the one feeling me inside her, and each time Stacy would nod yes, each time with less hesitancy and more urgency. More need.

Words are failing me as I try to describe that dynamic. It contained so much that could have gone so wrong- Stacy feeling pressured to do more then she was into, Emma feeling like she wasn’t the focus of my attention. But this is a dynamic I’ve played with before, and when it comes together, when all are on the same happy page-so hot. It’s a kind of play Emma and I have done before, that I know she adores- she loves being the vessel I take pleasure from as my attention is focused on someone else, loves helping in my seduction, being one more beautiful part of the tease. And with Stacy- we had talked enough, flirted enough, connected enough about what felt right and what didn’t, about trusting each other, about how I read her and how she responded, that I knew this was hot for her, that she would say if it went off track.

And on one level, all that was in my head. I’m a geek I never stop analyzing things. But on another, I just remember the look in Stacy’s eyes as she watched. The way, once we had established that there was a line we would not cross, that I was able to dance her right up to it. As I pounded myself into Emma, holding her by the hips and fucking her for all I had, I could hear Stacy’s breath growing quicker, see her face reddening, her whole body tensing like a spring.

Last time, I teased with words. This time, it was with images. Showing her what was just out of reach.

Gods, I love passion.