She was sitting across from me on a chair that looked like someone’s grandmother had lost their virginity on it. Her smile was playful, and I imagined a straw hanging from her lips, one end chewed to a pulp as she toyed with it and me at the same time. As her legs parted ever so slightly, I sat up directly and slid one hand down to my right thigh, my palm just barely brushing against the head of my cock beneath the tight fabric.
Less than six feet away she might as well have been a mile, but it didn’t matter. I watched her dress ride up slowly, pulled by a firm but lazy hand. I felt myself slip down as I watched, and she nodded as I released the button to my pants. By the time I could see the black fabric between her legs, my zipper was down, my fingers were wrapped around my cock, and I could feel the blood pumping beneath my fingers.
When her skirt was finally about her waist, she stopped her teasing and simply leaned back in the chair, her thighs wide and her arms relaxed in her lap. I stared at the fabric that covered her even as I pulled myself from my jeans, letting her watch as I grew harder by the second. Her smile was the only indication of her appreciation, but it was enough for me to keep going. I closed my hand tighter, feeling the resistance now as I began to move in the only direction imaginable.
My breathing was the only real noise in the room, other than the soft sound of skin against skin as my hand moved faster. I paused on occasion to gently rub myself, reveling in my own desire even as I struggled to temper it for just a moment. When her hand finally slipped lazily down between her things I was back to full speed through, and that time she laughed just loudly enough for me to moan.
She knew I was close by the tightness around my eyes, the muscles straining in my forearm, and the way my feet stretched out like an awkward and giant ballerina. She smiled as I gasped, and when her fingers touched the edge of the black lace, I nearly lost myself. It felt like years that she toyed with it, never once letting me glimpse what was beneath, but always leaving my hope in tact all the same.
My own body was getting close to the point of no return, even as I struggled to wait for the things I desired most. The rest of the room was a blur as my vision honed in on her and nothing else, and for all our distance I might as well have been inches from her. I could feel my near release gently wet my fingers, but I knew I didn’t have much control left at all. Staring at her hands, her thighs, and the tight fabric beneath which I imagined I could see the shape of her pressing into the lace, I could only revel in awe as I struggled to find words for so much glory.
And then, just when I wasn’t sure I could hold on much longer, she leaned her head back and moved her fingers for no more than a second. I remember it lasting far longer, and I swear I can still see the tiny muscles of her hand move as she gently, laughingly, nearly absentmindedly, moved the fabric to one side giving me a glimpse of what lay beneath.
My moans were no longer quiet as my body tightened, my fist paused, and my cock tensed as it slid past the point of no return. With my eyes still wide and still glued to her, I was moving again, pulling my skin back, tightening around myself, and then finally releasing everything as I came and came without an ounce of shame or regret. Her smile was big and her eyes bright as I trembled on the couch in front of her, but when I looked down once more her skirt covered everything even as I lay back as exposed and undone as a creature in a cage that was far too small.
She laughed again, this time all warmth and joy as she watched my soften all over again. My chest rose and fell, my hands slipped to my side, and I resisted every urge I had to hide myself. I watched her stand before straightening her skirt and then approaching the couch. She brushed one strand of hair behind my left ear as she leaned in and said nothing at all. But she kissed me on the forehead with affection that bordered on love before pressing one finger against my lips.
I smiled as well, still unmoved and still undone, as she turned and walked towards the door. A moment later I was alone in the warm room with nothing but a memory which I knew I would recall again and again. I heard her footsteps for a moment, and then the sound of another door closing.
I finally let myself sigh as I closed my eyes. My hand moved from my knee back up along my thigh as the room grew darker. And then I saw her once more, her head arched back as she teased me with a glimpse of beauty.
I felt the blood beginning its journey once more as my hand squeezed gently into a lovely embrace, the memory a perfect vision that would forever be mine.