3 comments/ 25989 views/ 9 favorites Classic Cocktease by an Ex By: skip5236 Author's note-This story is about 90% true, there are a few added details to make it easier to read, but this is pretty much how it happened. * * * * * We were a couple for almost a year, both of us mid to late twenties working for a nationwide retail specialty store chain. It was a fun and busy time in my life, I was living in Manhattan and enjoying being a single guy in an industry dominated by very fashionable women. She was a district manager of a few stores over the bridge in New Jersey. We met at a company annual sales convention, she was quite flattered by the attentions of senior buyer for the chain at the opening night cocktail reception, I was quite intrigued by her incredible strawberry blonde hair and thin, shapely figure. We ended up in my hotel room bed that first night. Pretty much everyone thought Kim and I were an odd couple. I was tall (6'2") and had a thin athletic frame, with a preppy Irish look to me. I wore Brooks Brothers suits with tassle loafers and came from a prestigious northeastern university. I liked my preppy aloof image, I liked it a lot. I was in to sailing, theater, collecting wine, playing golf...I loved the NYC restaurant scene. I was just one huge stereotype right out of the preppy handbook, and in retrospect was pretty impressed with myself. Kim couldn't have been more different. Kim was sincere and very kind, she loved animals and small children and was close to her family. She had grown up just south of the Mason Dixon line, and had worked hard to get through a two year community college. She was smarter than she thought she was, she had good street smarts. But she was what she was, a pleasant girl who was more impressed by nice cars and a good chain restaurant than fine wine and the theater. But, what Kim did have was a great body. About 5'6", the beautiful hair was about shoulder length, on a slender frame with a great pair of 34B tits. They sat up high and proud, with a set of beautiful smallish pink nipples that stiffened oh so nicely. She had a gorgeously shaped ass that she preferred to keep tightly encased in a pair of broken in jeans. Kim had a narrow face that was average, not one you would pick out in a crowd, but oh, that body. The night we met was a crowded gathering, and almost everyone there knew only three or four people from their local sales region, and pretty much stuck together. Kim and I had struck up an easy rapport over the phone in my year with the company, though we had never met in person. One of my assistant buyers had pointed her out early in the evening in the midst of the 'Jersey girls' as we referred to the store management team in her district. I spent the early part of the evening working my way through the room, introducing myself around and enjoying the deference and fawning that was standard from store personal for senior managers from headquarters, but purposely starting at the opposite side of the reception from Kim's group. When I noticed most of Kim's group of girls duck out to the outdoor patio smoking area I adjusted course. I introduced myself to Kim with a feigned ignorance of who she was, and acted convincingly surprised that it was her, that we finally met after only talking on the phone. She smiled warmly if a bit nervously, saying she everyone knows who I am. We were only able to chat for a few minutes before her entourage returned from the patio and she did introductions all around. I made an excuse that I needed to meet some more people before the reception ended, but made a point of asking Kim in my most professional tone if we could catch up again before the evening was done to discuss a few things. The reception ended about an hour later, and the crowd dispersed pretty quickly as most of the crowd was pretty anxious to get out in to the Manhattan night with what little spare time they would have that week. I was caught up in conversation in the emptying ballroom with one of the buyers who worked for me, but could see Kim lingering at a distance waiting for me to be free. I dragged out the conversation a bit, making her wait. Finally we finished up, and I made a bit of process of gathering some of my things. Kim made a cautious path to me and asked if I still needed to speak to her. I acted as if I had forgotten, but was gracious in thanking her for reminding me, and suggested we move to the gorgeous piano bar for a glass of wine while we talked. Two glasses of wine later Kim was following me back to my room. Kim and I had a pleasant relationship in the time we were together. She was very nice, and doted on me when we saw each other. We both loved to ski, in hindsight that common interest made our relationship last about twice as long as it really should have. Our relationship was pretty much restricted to weekends by the distance between her central New Jersey home and my Manhattan apartment. So my week nights were free to chase the ultra fashionable, prep school city girls that always caught my eye. I think you know the type...tall, stick thin with perfect straight hair, small boobs and a credit card balance at every fashionable store in the city. But mostly what kept us together, at least from my perspective, was the sex. Kim had an absolute killer body, but she coupled that with being an insatiable athlete in the bedroom. She was creative and totally uninhibited, and could go for hours. She loved to try many different positions, could give a world class blowjob, and was ready, willing and able 24/ 7. She loved to please, and knew her body could give a man intense pleasure. She would playfully pout when I begged off, saying I just couldn't go a third or fourth time, and was sore and chafed by Monday morning from a full weekend of multiple times per day screwing. Kim knew she was great in bed, but her humble nature would never let her think to use that to her advantage outside the bedroom, in her mind that is just what her partner deserved. Even after our relationship was winding down, we never really had a singular breakup moment, I went back for more several times even though I knew I was using her and she deserved better. Ten years later Kim and I had long since moved on with our lives. I had moved away shortly after we broke up, and eventually she met her future husband and moved as well. My career had taken off, and I was regularly criss crossing the country for work. I really didn't even think of her very often, though my memory of her was that she had been an aberration in my dating history. I thought of her warmly because she was such a nice person, but she wasn't very sophisticated. She liked her jeans with heels, couldn't debate world politics, and preferred rum and coke to a nice Pinot Noir. But mostly she was a distant memory. My flight from the West Coast got me home very late, and pretty worn out. I felt rumpled and tired and dropped my garment bag just inside the door. My mail was in a pile, and I punched the message button as I sorted junk mail from bills. The first two messages where family and friends, but message three caught my ear, stopped me cold. 'Hi Skip. I'm sure this message will surprise you, probably shock you. It's Kim, I hope your remember me. A friend of mine was showing me how you can find people anywhere in the world on the internet, so for laughs I typed in your name. It gave me an address and this phone number, so I called it. I promise I would have hung up if a woman answered. If you feel like it call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx or you can email me at........' I played the message back three times, there was no mistaking Kim's voice with her slight Southern drawl. I scribbled down the phone number and email address, finished sorting my mail and pulled out my laptop. Too tired to think only moments before, Kim's voice intrigued me enough to open my email. I typed out a quick email to her telling how pleasantly surprised I was to hear from her. I gave her a quick rundown of my last ten years and asked her to catch me up on her life, and I hit send. While Kim had been put away in a distant part of my memory, I have to confess that her voice brought her back quite vividly. That night I thought back to her perfect twenty something body and incredible bedroom skills with my hand firmly wrapped around my hard cock, then repeated the process the next morning. Both sessions resulted in powerful orgasms, which I enjoyed immensely. I made a mental note to listen to her message again that night. My morning email inbox had a few messages, but one jumped out. Kim's rather cryptic email handle was followed by a subject line of 'Hey Sexy'. All other emails took a backseat, as I looked forward to finding out what path Kim's life had taken since we parted. I hoped she didn't have any bitter feeling lingering from our relationship, I really hadn't treated her very well at the end, and hoped things had turned out well for her. Kim sent a very nice note. She talked about her life in the Orlando area, how she enjoyed the warm weather and friendly people. She was married, though she alluded to that part not going very well. She didn't seem surprised at all that I was working too much, but doing very well. But mostly she just seemed to enjoy hearing from me. We exchanged a few more friendly emails, pretty quickly reverting to the good natured ribbing we both enjoyed back in the day, it was as if we had been apart for a month, not ten years. I mentioned that Orlando was an occasional business destination for me, and in fact would be there the following month. Would she be interested in dinner for old times sake? Kim was delighted by the idea. She said she would pick a restaurant, it was her home town, and to forward my hotel so she could pick me up. It was date. A month later I arrived in Orlando. My days on these trips are very busy, local management tries to fit as much in to my day as possible. I did manage to beg off from the standard dinner meeting, saying I had a previous engagement, though a playful eyebrow was raised when an administrator came in to a meeting to say I had a phone call from woman who wanted to confirm for the evening. I made an easy recovery, saying I had an old college friend who lived locally as I slipped out to take the call. For the first time in ten years I heard Kim's voice live. She laughed when I scolded her for the message she gave the admin, saying she thought about saying she was my hot date for the evening. I thanked her for her incredible discretion. She confirmed my hotel and the time, and we both said we were looking forward to it. I was surprised and amused that just her voice had caused a significant reaction in my briefs, I was half hard as I slipped back in to my meeting, and was thinking that tonight might be more about the good old days than I had planned. My meetings wrapped up early, and one of the junior marketing people brought me back to my hotel. I had an hour to get ready to see Kim, so I pulled out my laptop to scan my email. My inbox showed a new email from her, with an enclosure. Intrigued, I opened it. 'Can't wait to see you, thought I would send this along in case you forgot what I look like. There are a couple more pounds today, but I still look ok.' I opened the enclosed photo, and my jaw dropped. It was a bikini picture from one of our beach trips years ago. Kim was leaning in to the camera at a side angle, and her lean body looked incredible, with the lens looking in to her well displayed breasts. I just stared for a few moments, and had to resist the temptation to stroke myself stiff cock. I headed for the shower, enjoying her slow seduction of me and looking forward to a great night. I had already made sure the nightstand was stocked with condoms, though I hoped our past would give me rights to leave them in the drawer. My hotel room phone rang about 5 minutes early. When I answered the unmistakable voice said only 'Are you decent?'. I was more than ready for her provocative question. 'Do you want me to be?' 'Don't start something you can't finish sweetheart, do you want dinner or not? I'm in the lobby.' she purred back to me. I told her I would be right down, grabbed the room key and headed for the elevator. When I got to the lobby I could see Kim on the far end of the room. She was back to me, so I stopped to silently appraise the effect of ten years. From the back her tight jeans did show a few more pounds, not unpleasant at all, but not the same view I remembered when she was 26. The red blonde hair was still striking, a little shorter, but beautiful. A cotton sleeveless sweater went well with the hair and jeans. I made my way quietly across the lobby, and finally spoke up. 'Did you make a deal with the devil?' Kim spun around, but looked confused by my question, so I clarified. 'You haven't changed at all.' I fibbed. When Kim spun around I got my first surprise of the evening. Kim's cotton sweater was snug, very snug, and it stretched across a bustline that was clearly different from my memory. The very nice, perky B cups of 10 years ago had transformed in to full set of at least C cup breasts today. The tight sweater, and Kim's still thin frame, created a traffic stopping sight. I couldn't help but briefly stare, and I thought I saw a wry slight smile that made me think Kim had caught me. But I tried my best to recover, pick up my jaw and smile. Kim smiled broadly and took two steps and gave me a bear hug, her large breasts crushed against my chest. She took my head in her hands and gave me a big kiss on the lips and blurted out 'It's sooooo good to see you.' I had to agree, though I would have liked that bear hug with those big breasts to have lasted a little longer. Kim asked quickly about my trip down and my day of long boring meetings, but then grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. 'C'mon, lets get some good food and really good wine. You can pick the wine...' We walked out to Kim's car and climbed in some kind of American sports car which made it clear she still hadn't outgrown her love of muscle cars. I stole glances at her incredible rack thoughout the walk across the parking lot. Kim pulled out of the hotel lot and we headed down the local highway as she chattered away. Kim talked mostly about life in greater Orlando, a land of strip malls and every restaurant chain she needed. She loved the affordable cost of living, and how easy it was to find work. I feigned interest and agreement, while focusing on the side profile of her boobs. She made some mention of a local Italian place, joking that she knew I wouldn't want a restaurant you can find just anywhere, and laughed about it being a little pricey but she knew I was picking up the tab. Right now that dinner tab was looking like a real good investment. I am not sure if I talked at all during the short drive, but Kim's chatter had us more than covered. We arrived at the restaurant parking lot. I made a point of putting my hand on the small of her back was we walked in, Kim didn't make any attempt to move away. The restaurant was kind of old school, lots of fake grapes and chanti bottles holding candles on the table. A gracious maitre'd welcomed us warmly and discussed our seating preferences, staring at Kim's bulging sweater the entire time. I couldn't blame him. He showed us to a table against a side wall and introduced our waitress. Wine lists were found, and I ordered a bottle of easy to drink merlot. The bottle arrived almost immediately. Dinner was very pleasant. The wine flowed, and I truly enjoyed sharing the last 10 years of lifes twists and turns with each other. Kim was very relaxed and laughed easily. At one point mid-way through dinner Kim was talking about how she had gone through several jobs in her time in Florida, when she reached across the table. She lifted my chin and scolded...'My eyes are up here.' Her smile had a different aura to it, like she enjoyed the attention but with a tiny evil twist. I had been busted, but made no apology. Dinner progressed with some light and flirtatious touching across the table, evolving to a little bit of foot play under the table. The wine, the touching, and the straining sweater were taking their toll. I was more than half hard through most of dinner. Dinner finished, and our waitress asked about coffee or dessert. Cappuccino, an after dinner drink? Kim gazed across the table and slowly licked her lips. I went fully hard as a vivid memory of her incredible blowjobs returned full force. I opened my mouth and groaned very quietly. Kim knew the effect she was having on me. She didn't break our gaze as she spoke to the waitress. 'He will take the check now...' As the waitress hurried off Kim leaned across the table, crushing her breasts in to the tabletop and giving me a view down her sweater. The view sent a healthy flow of pre-cum in to my underwear, and I visibly shifted to find a more comfortable position for my rock hard cock. Kim stage whispered to me as she reached and ran her nails down my forearm.. 'I think we would both rather be somewhere else right now...' My breathing was a bit ragged. The check came and I hurriedly paid it. I got up from the table to let Kim out, putting my tented slacks eye level to her. Rather than getting up, she pointedly stared. 'Oh my. Did I do that? Are you ok to walk with that thing?' she asked, causing me to blush deeply. She slowly slid out of her seat, then stood gathering herself as I continued to stare at her breasts. When she hadn't moved I finally pulled my eyes away only to find her looking right at me. 'I know they're nice, but they need us to give them the table...' she said as she gave me playful push toward the door. It was hard to miss the eyes of the guys, and a few women, who followed Kim out the door. At least a few gave me the look...the combination of resentment and lucky bastard in one look. Maybe it was my imagination, but the very pretty young hostess seemed to looked directly at my tented trousers, then up at me with a sly smile. Kim and I held hands across the parking lot. When we got to the car I couldn't hold back any longer. I spun her around and pressed her against the car. I grabbed the side of her head and leaned in to her as I kissed her with a hungry passion. Our bodies pressed fiercely together, her breasts and crotch ground in to me. We kept this up for a full two minutes or so. Kim bit down with passion on my lower lip, then leaned forward to my left ear. 'Lets get a room' she rasped in to my ear as her right hand reached down and firmly gripped my stiff cock. She gave me a couple of firm strokes, then pushed me back. 'Get in the car before we get arrested out here...' The drive back to my hotel was a blur. Kim drove the short distance in silence, I couldn't help noticing how the shoulder belt disappeared in to the canyon of her cleavage. In fact I just stared, I was so far beyond hiding it at this point. Kim pulled in the lot but instead of pulling in to a space she pulled to the front door. I turned to her puzzled, she just gave me a sly smile. 'Thanks for dinner.' Kim just gave me a long painful pause, then finally spoke. 'Are you going to invite me in, or do I just get a quick kiss goodnight?' I laughed a little awkwardly, I was so turned on my sense of humor was kind of shut down. 'God yes, please come in.' I said a bit too desperately. Kim smiled a small evil smile, and put the car back in to Drive. We parked and walked back to the hotel entrance, it was all I could do not to start groping her on the walk across the parking lot. The bursting sweater had what I am sure was its desired effect, I couldn't wait to get Kim's bra on my hotel room floor. Finally we made it upstairs to my room. Kim walked and in and flipped her bag down on a table. The room was very nice, I had upgraded both the hotel and the room from my normal travel hotel standards, and was fairly sure she had never been a hotel room this nice before. I was absolutely sure I had never been in a hotel room with a woman that I wanted this badly before. Kim kicked off her shoes, and flopped down on the sofa. 'Is there a mini bar in this place?' she asked. Classic Cocktease by an Ex 'Of course' I answered, though there were things I wanted to be doing other than making drinks. Finally I remembered to be a host and said, 'Do you want anything?' Kim smiled that same disturbing sly smile again. 'Well we both know what you want, but why don't you make me a rum and coke... plenty of ice.' I don't know why, but somehow the tone of the last part of her request made it clear that she was enjoying the thought of sending me down the hall for ice with my tented pants. But what choice did I have, so I grabbed the ice bucket and went on my errand. The rum and coke order seemed to have a small edge to it, as if she was reminding me that she wasn't one of my fine wine and theater girls. But whatever.... I dashed down the hall, my hard cock throbbing and demanding we get it some attention soon. Kim seemed amused by my urgency, and my haste caused me to spill the first attempt at filling a glass with ice all over the floor. I kicked all the stray ice aside and started over. I rummaged in the mini-bar for a coke and a nip bottle of rum. Finally all beverages were mixed, and I brought Kim her drink. Kim accepted her drink with a bit of a smirk, and took a sip looking pleased. The tone of the evening had taken a significant shift, for some reason the desperate passion she had displayed earlier had cooled. I sat down right next to Kim on the sofa, but she continued to hold her drink in her hand closest to me, and seemed suddenly interested in small talk. 'So, how often do you come to Orlando,?' 'Ummm, about twice a year or so I guess.' I stammered. In my state I could barely think straight, let alone make complete sentences. Once again she reached and lifted my chin. 'Eyes up here, I'm more than just a set of big boobs I hope.' Kim scooted forward on the sofa, thrust her shoulders back and twisted back and forth a bit, looking down at the her bust. 'They are nice though, aren't they. I can't believe that you didn't notice that they are bigger than when you and I were, well you know. They used to be a B cup, but I put on 10 pounds and it all went to my boobs, they are a full C now, I have one bra that is actually a D cup.' I had no idea what I was supposed to say, so I played it safe...' They are very nice.' Kim laughed. "I know you think so, you have been talking to them all evening!' Finally she put her drink down and sank back to the sofa back. She reached for the back of my head and drew me closer. She leaned to my ear and whispered 'You can't touch the girls just now, but we can kiss.' I groaned, but turned my head for some kissing, knowing I needed to re-arouse her passion. But very quickly I found out it wasn't going to be easy. The grinding passionate kissing of 45 minutes before was now replaced by a warm, but dispassionate kissing. Almost friendly kissing. I reached down and began rubbing Kim's thigh in desperation to arouse her. While she didn't stop me, the touching had no noticeable effect. In fact, after a few minutes of kissing Kim retreated and reached for her drink and took a long sip. She winced a bit and said 'This is strong, are you trying to get me drunk?' She held out her glass to me. 'More ice please.' I took the glass, completely confused and frustrated by the turn of events. I shuffled to the bar with my uncomfortable erection, and added a coupule of cubes, then brought Kim's drink back to her. As I handed her the drink her gaze once again shifted down to my belt, and she suddenly had a look of concern.. 'Oh my, what is that?' I glanced down thinking she was just referring to my tented pants, which was odd because the presence of my hardon had been pretty much established. But I glanced down and to my horror saw a sizable wet spot on the front of my slacks. Kim looked very concerned. 'You didn't cum did you?' she asked sharply. 'No, I didn't cum' I answered indignantly. 'So all of that is pre-cum?' she asked in disbelief. I said nothing, I had no idea what to say. 'Let's get those off before you ruin your pants.' She said as reached up and undid my belt. I tried to protest, but Kim kept going...'What's the matter, where you planning to keep these on all night?' she snapped. She had me, so I had no choice but to let her undo them and drop them to my ankles. I was struggling with my shoes as Kim was talking about how I need to wash all that 'protein' out immediately before it stained. Frankly I didn't care if the pants were ruined. But now Kim pointed once again, this time to my briefs. 'Oh Lord. Those too.' I looked down at my essentially translucent briefs, soaked and plainly showing my skyward pointing cock. Kim grabbed the waistband and tugged them down, causing my cock to spring free, with a generous string of pre-cum flowing off the end. But Kim acted as if my cock was invisible. 'Go over to the bar sink and soak them both in water quickly' she said as she pointed in a tone that made it clear she wasn't asking. At this point I had no idea what to do. Kim was fully dressed, and showing little interest in any kind of sex. I am naked from the waist down, clearly fully erect and drooling pre-cum and am being ordered to do laundry. So I shuffled over and ran water in the sink. I stopped it up and watched it fill, then dunked my underwear in, followed by my pants. Water overflowed some, but I just ignored it and tried to head back to the sofa. Kim had heard the splashing, and sent me to the bathroom for a towel. Finally I awkwardly returned to the sofa, my erection bouncing in front of me. I sat down next to her, hoping that the drink orders had ended. Only now did Kim plainly stare down at my cock. A kind of amused look crossed her face as she turned her head to look from several angles. 'I had forgotten' was all she said. 'Forgotten what?' I asked. 'How small it is' she said quite plainly. 'It has to be about 3 inches smaller than my husband, and he isn't big. He's only about six and a half inches, so he isn't even average. What is average about 7 inches? What are you, about half that?' she asked. Before I could even think about how to answer, Kim leaned in and kissed me again, and then kissed some more with some passion. Not the intense heat of earlier, but some warmth Her hand slid over and came to rest on my bare thigh, maybe an inch from my aching cock and balls. I kissed her back, trying to use my tongue for a more passionate kiss, but she stayed cool. She didn't stop, but she stayed cool. I tried to slide my hand up to her clothed breast, but she gently took my wrist and said 'I don't think so...' Her hand stubbornly stayed glued to my thigh, not moving even a millimeter no matter how much I shifted and twisted. Finally I couldn't help it. 'Kim, please, god please.' I begged. 'Please what?' she asked in an innocent tone. 'Please can we stop playing games' I pleaded. 'I'm not playing a game, are you playing a game? What do you want?' she asked as if she had no idea what I was saying. I didn't know quite what to say. 'Can't we just do, well can't it just be like old times?' I couldn't help it, I was staring at her incredible breasts again, they were right there in front of me but seemed so far out of reach. Kim more or less ignored my question, but now seemed quite focused on and concerned about my cock. 'It's really drooling a lot of pre-cum, isn't it. We don't want to stain the sofa the same way you did your pants. Do you have a condom?' 'Um, well yeah, I have some condoms.' I stammered. I couldn't help thinking if she would just put her mouth on my cock the whole problem would be solved. 'So you figured I was a sure thing then.' Kim stated flatly, clearly not amused. 'Huh?' was all I could say. I had no idea what she was saying. 'You have condoms, so you figured if you took me to dinner you could fuck me.' Kim said in the same irritated voice. By now I was floundering. No matter what I said it turned out wrong, and I'm sitting with her fully dressed and my hard cock is just out there drooling. 'No, that isn't what I meant. I wasn't thinking that at all.' 'So, what, do you have another girl coming over later or something? Is that who the condoms are for if you weren't counting on screwing me?' Kim had an answer for everything I said, and I was getting in deeper and deeper. The passion of an hour ago seems like days ago now. 'No, of course not, there is no other girl. Kim, can't we just, you know, like we used to...' 'Like we used to....you mean when I was in love with you and you were using me for sex?' Kim sneered. Now it was obvious what this was all about. But for a moment Kim actually seemed to soften. She settled back on the sofa and looked in to my eyes, then leaned in and kissed me deeply. I bought it immediately and returned her passion. This went on for a couple of minutes, with increasing intensity. Kim's hand roamed all over my crotch, fondling my balls and tickling my pubic hair, but not touching my shaft. Soon I was humping in to the air, trying to get some friction on my aching cock. I was panting and moaning, but still her hand skillfully avoided my cock. Kim pushed my head back gently at one point, then she pointed to the spot in front of her and said 'Stand here.' I scrambled to my feet, thinking one of Kim's world class blowjobs was coming. I stood in front of her as directed, my stiff cock was now eye level to her. Kim reached out and gently took hold of my balls, gently squeezing and tickling. I hissed from the intense pleasure. She looked up at me and smiled. 'You remember how good this is, don't you?' 'God yes...' was all I could gasp. Kim reached up with her other hand and slowly wrapped her fingers around my hard as steel shaft. I gasped, and my knees almost buckled. She giggled at my condition. For the longest time she didn't move, just gently held my cock giving the slightest rhythmic squeezes. When I tried to thrust she just loosened her grip and I got no friction. I was openly panting and moaning when she squeezed. Kim looked up in to my eyes. 'Let me do something for you' she whispered in a husky, sex filled voice. She gripped my cock tightly, and slowly, steadily pulled it downward until my stiff cock down at the floor and then back between my legs. I gasped, and jackknifed forward, bent over 45 degrees to avoid the pain or her breaking my stiff prick. My head was now right next to Kim's. She leaned ever so slightly so she was next to my ear and whispered. 'How many times have you jerked off thinking about me in the last few weeks?' 'A lot.' I answered. She pushed my cock back further and I gasped. 'Every day, every day!' I croaked truthfully. 'And that's all you are going to be doing today too. Too bad, because I was a real good fuck back then, but I'm much, much better now.' Kim let go of my cock, and laughed softly as I staggered backward and my cock sprung forward. She stood up from the sofa and picked up her drink, gave me a condescending stare, then downed what remained of her rum and coke. 'Why don't you get my bag, and you can show me to the door' she said without any doubt I would do as she directed. She began heading for the door as I scurried for her bag and followed her, my hardon bouncing in front of me. I handed her the bag as she stood back to the door. She opened the bag and fished through it for her keys. Finding them , she flipped the bag over her shoulder and ran one hand through her hair. With her shoulders thrust back she knew her breasts were her focal point, and I was beyond caring if she caught me staring. I groaned at the realization that I wasn't going to see those incredible boobs, and from my desperate need for sex. 'Kim, please, is there any way we can work this out...' I pleaded. Kim stepped back and looked down at my inflamed, drooling cock. Her smile made it clear she was satisfied with her handiwork. 'When did you say you will be in Orlando next?' she asked, ignoring my begging. 'In about three months' I said, resigned to my blueballs fate. 'Call me if you want to get together again for another cockteasing...I really enjoyed this.'