Putting On a Show - Sex Stories

Putting On a Show

... now. You begin rubbing your pussy as the pleasure begins to build. “I can’t believe I just flashed that guy! But damn it was such a rush,” you think to yourself. You continue on your way as traffic begins to lighten. The whole time your hand keeps constant stimulation on your clit. Opening the front door, you rush to the bathroom and turn on the water. As the tub is filling, you pour a glass of wine. Quickly undressing, you step into the steaming water as you slip beneath the surface. The warmth does wonders as your loosen up, still burning with lust. The buzz of your phone wakes you up as you read the text saying that I am on my way home. You stand, grab your towel and begin to dry off. As you do, you get another message. “I want you to slip back into that thong you wore today. I want to see how wet you got flashing on the way home. Once it’s on, go into the bedroom. “ The message only fuels the fire as you slip back into your soaked thong. Walking out of the bathroom you see candlelight coming from the bedroom. You see me sitting in the corner, wearing my dress clothes, shirt unbuttoned and my tie draped around my collar. “Surprised to see me? Why don’t you come lie down on the bed. You are mine tonight to do with as I please,” I say. You climb onto the bed as I get up and walk over. I wrap my tie around your eyes, securing it so you can’t see. “Stretch out your arms and legs for me,” I say as you follow my instructions. You feel a rope slip over your wrist and gasp as you ...

... pull at the restraint. You hear footsteps around you as you feel me secure your other wrist. I place ropes around both your ankles as you struggle in vain. You hear the sound of a jar opening, your other senses now heightened. You feel my hands start to rub across your legs as I cover them in oil. You twitch as I continue to rub the oil over both legs, then your thighs. You thrust your hips in anticipation of my hands on your panties. I stop before reaching the area as you wince in anguish. I pause a few seconds, then you feel my hands on your arms as I work up to your shoulders and across the bottom of your neck. Again you anticipate my next move as you push your chest upwards. I deny you once again as I place my hands on your stomach. I work the oil up to the base of each boob, then down to the border of your thong, never reaching the places you desire. “Do you like this game so far baby?’” I ask, and you moan, "Yes." “Are you ready for me to continue?” You nod in agreement. The waiting is driving you crazy. Finally you feel me place my hands on your chest and begin to massage your boobs, taking each nipple between my fingers. You gasp as the sensation shoots waves a pleasure throughout your body. “Now lets just see how wet you got today baby,” I say as I rip the strings on the sides of your thong. They fall off, and I take them and see the results of my teasing and your flashing. “How did you like flashing people today?” I ask. “Mmmm, baby, it was such a turn on to see the ...