1 comments/ 47211 views/ 4 favorites Two Tease By: Erotic Reverie Walking down the barely illuminated street, I saw her step out of the bar. She was half a block away and I had not seen her for almost two years but I knew her on sight. I casually strode up wondering if she would remember me. She had not yet seen me, the focus of her attention being the front door to the bar. The expression on her face communicated exasperation. The expression on mine said otherwise. "Julie?" I asked, feigning the question. "Oh...oh, hi...how are you?" she enthusiastically asked, a smile creeping across her face as she recognized me. "Fine. Are you ok? You look upset." I replied. "I'm ok, " she said, "I just lost my friend. She was my ride. She started talking to an ex, told me to meet her here and has not come out. I think she went out the back door with him- dumb move on her part, but that is her business." "Why don't you go in take a quick look around and if she is not in there lets get a drink." Julie went and surveyed the crowd. Minutes passed but I was willing to wait. We had worked together in the same office for a couple of years. She was a few years older than me and married but often on the outs with her husband- constantly fighting, occasionally separating and reconciling; at last count it was over, but who really knew. During the time we worked together, we had a friendly working relationship infused with an underlying sexual tension which we never directly address but hinted at with subtle flirtation. I would see her seeking to catch glimpses of me as I walked by her office doorway. She would comment on my appearance and physique, flirting and teasing me about who I was dating, asking me if they kept me satisfied. Maybe I was a bit 'stiff' because of the office environment, but she being married and we working together, well I was generally wary. Sure I flirted back, but in general I tried to keep a degree of professionalism so nobody could question my behavior. People would comment to me that it was obvious I intrigued her. I cannot deny the interest was mutual, although I never acknowledged it to anybody. Her personality was addictive- upbeat, quick with wit and always seeking lighthearted banter- just a fun person to be with. Physically she was the prototypical 5 foot 5 inch buxom brunette with an hourglass figure. Her face was very attractive- large brown doe like eyes, thin eyebrows, full lips, small upturned nose and distinctive raised cheekbones all framed by black straight shoulder length hair, olive skin, and, well... she knew how to dress, and to my liking. She preferred high heels which accentuated her muscular calves, skirts just above the knee to reveal enough leg to gain a man's attention, blouses or dresses that revealed some, but not a lot, of her hefty cleavage. Yes, her body alone drove me crazy. Self preservation kept me distant. Her husband was said to be, lets just say 'erratic'. The last thing I needed was him on my doorstep at the wee hours of the morning wanting to 'discuss' the matter. So, I refrained, even when they were separated just in case they reconciled. Eventually, I left the company. That was a couple of years ago and I had not seen or spoken with her since... Julie came out alone. "No luck?" I asked. "No, lets get out of here. Buy me that drink," Julie said slightly disgusted. "Sure, 'Drink Up, Get Down'?" I asked suggesting the bar. "Where?" she asked. "Never been? This way," I said pointing down the street. We entered the bar- a roof top martini bar and techno dance club basement. I suggested the roof. We walked up the stairs, my eyes surveying her still beautiful bare legs as she ascended with each step. A large bar stood in the middle of the roof. Surrounding the roof were tents intermittently placed along the edge of the roof top. The sides facing into the bar area were usually drawn closed. From within, one could look out at a great view of the city. Rather than going to the bar, Julie chose to sit in an empty tent. Immediately a waitress came to attend to our needs. "What will it be?" she asked. I looked at Julie suggesting she should order first. "I do not know- I have never had a martini. Order for me please," she asked. "Well then, for the lady a chocolate martini. For me, the classic with olives," I said. "Be right back," the waitress replied. Julie eyed the waitress as she left, "Cute, isn't she?" she asked baiting me. "She is 'ok'," I replied brushing the question aside, "tell me, how has life been treating you?" We engaged in the usual small talk catching up until the drinks arrived. She had become a manager at an insurance company's claims department. Nothing else had really changed except she finally divorced her husband. Her kids were grown and away at school. She was living by herself enjoying life and the freedom from time and obligation. The drinks arrived. "To old times," I proposed. Julie sipped hers, "My, you sure know what a girl likes- nice mix. How did you know I would like this, its so.... yummy?" "I aim to please..." I replied. "I know you can, such a flirt," she playfully replied. "Me, no," I said, "not me..." "Hold that thought, I'll be right back," she said leaving for the restroom. When we walked in, I had noticed that the bar had a chocolate fountain. While she was away, I slipped out and filled a cup with the aromatic sweet and grabbed a few strawberries. Julie returned shortly after me. "Oh my," she said upon seeing my find, "this is a nice surprise... I just love strawberries and chocolate." I dipped a berry in the chocolate and offered it to her mouth. She accepted and slowly licked the fruit with her tongue cleaning it of most of the divine sweet; then she took one smooth bite, removing half the fruit and leaving the rest in my hand. Her eyes never left mine and she bore an expression of smitten satisfaction across her face. I offered her the rest and she bit it off, leaving the stem in my hand. "You know what I always liked about you?" she rhetorically asked, "Your ability to flirt- just so damn good at it. So tell me, why is a good looking guy like you roaming the streets alone on a Saturday night? No date?" "I had one, a younger woman, about 25 years old. A mutual friend begged me to take her out- a blind date. I thought she would be to young, immature for me. I agreed as a favor to my friend. So there we are having dinner and her cell phone rings. She claims it is a friend. I think it was a pre-programmed rescue call. She just got up and said she had to go- an emergency, and no explanation. I really do not care, the date was just 'ok'. So, I finished dinner and decided to take a walk. That is when I stumbled into you." "Oh, poor baby, what a shame," she replied placing her hand on my arm, "Can I do anything to ease your pain?" she asked. "What do you propose?" I asked. Julie walked away and closed the sides of the tent. She walked back to me, subtly swaying her hips and breasts like a lioness on the prowl. Her heaving chest pressed against her blouse. "Why do you think these tents have zippered sides?" she asked. "Private parties," I answered. "Then lets have one," Julie proposed as she knelt before me, looked up for any sign of disapproval, unzipped my pants and reached inside. "I have wanted this for all too long," she said as she removed and coddled it in her hand, admiring its length and girth. She drizzled kisses on the round swollen head and proceeded to lightly lick and tease. Each time her lips came to, I anticipated she would take me into her mouth, each time I was disappointed. The moment was incredible- there we were in a semi-public place engaging in very risqué behavior. The allure of the moment was not lost on me. Finally she opened her mouth to take me. I felt the warmth of her breath as her mouth opened and descended. I could almost feel her suckling me. Suddenly the sound of the zipper on the tent flaps opened. Julie shot up and pressed her body against me, looking over my shoulder at the intruder. She held me tight, one arm around my waist giving the appearance of embrace, to which I reciprocated with both arms over and around her shoulders. Her other hand found its way between our bodies and she gently pulled on my erect cock between our pressed bodies while she looked to identify and confront the invader. "Oh, sorry," the waitress said, "it was half open.. I just thought.. well, err, I'll come back later..." realizing her mistake. "Guess you have no chance with her now, oh well..." Julie joked, "and I thought I had closed it all the way...," she quipped as she returned to giving me the pleasure I sought. She was very good- slow, gentle and patient. I felt myself welling up. Then she sighed, "Mmm, just what I wanted, a little pre-cum chaser for my drink." She stood, holding my now rigid cock in hand and told me, "maybe later, I like my men pent up and hungry," as she gave me a sexy little wink of an eye. "Lets check out the downstairs bar," she suggested. We entered the bar and moved up some stairs to a narrow side area overlooking the dance floor. The place was packed and the best we could do was to find a spot at the end of the side area sandwiched between a back wall, the corner and a rail. Julie stood in front of me by the rail as we watched people on the dance floor. The music was loud and the floor very dimly lit, illuminated by an intermittent light show and strobes. She noticed one couple on the floor near by really getting close and sensual- hard bumping, grinding and groping. She started swaying her hips to the beat and I could tell she was getting transfixed by them. Julie bumped back into me, her ass hitting my crotch and she looked back over her shoulder and smirked. I grabbed her hips and gently pulled her against me as she continued her sublime tease, swaying back and forth rubbing against me for a while and then moving away. Where we stood was really dark. Even though there were people right next to us, they could not really see what we were doing. So I grabbed Julie, this time I pulled her back and she followed my lead. When she came back, I wrapped my right arm around her hips and held her close, pressing her ass into me. She kept swaying to the beat. My left side against the wall and out of public view, I began rubbing the round of her ass through her skirt. Slowly I moved to tease her inner cheek and then even lower to her inner thigh with assertive measure. I moved my hand under her skirt and slowly worked my way to her privates. I could feel she was wet and I teased her lips through her panties. Julie just continued to sway to the music as if noting was happening. Her movements were a steady back and forth sway. I really wanted to pull down her undergarments and take her in the dark of the corner. I knew it was a risk- at the right angle, we probably would not be caught. If we were, would anyone in the crowd say anything? I doubted it. All they would probably do is watch out of the corner of their eyes, keep quiet and take in our show. I went to pull down her panties, she took my hand and moved it away. She turned her head and whispered into my ear, "Not here." Then she took my wrist and led me out of the bar. "Somebody is frisky..." she teased, "I think I should go home. Can you give me that ride?" "Sure," I replied thinking what a double entendre. ....The car moved forward. "Did you ever?" she asked. "Ever what?" "Ever fantasize about me?" she asked. I paused. "...this discussion is long overdue, I always wanted to know. I knew you wanted me but never acted on it because I was married. I knew it all the time," she said encouraging a response. I confessed, "many times." "Tell me," she insisted. "In detail?" I questioned. "Yes, I want details," she gingerly coaxed me. "Actually, I have two or three very vivid fantasies. The fact I could not have you in real life just made them all the better- illicit and forbidden. The first one, well, we were at my desk working one day, real story, and you were standing next to me leaning over my desk intently looking at some papers. I looked down and noticed your attire- red pumps, tan stockings, muted lime green pants and a white blouse. I noticed how the pants hugged the curve of your ass. Then I saw the skin of your back where the pants and blouse separated. I saw your lower back and hips and no panties and thought to myself how I would love to stand behind you, rub your ass, you would not respond, just stand there bent over waiting to see what I did next. Then I would unbutton your pants, draw them down, find you without panties and only in thigh highs. I thought about how I would enter and take you without either of us saying a word, silently acknowledging the moment and sexual tension between us." "...was I good?" she asked. "Always," I replied. "And the other story?" she suggested. "One day you came into my office really steamed- another real story- pointing a finger at me... started laying me out for something- I can't remember what- this one was real too, I saw your anger and thought how beautiful and emotional you were... it was the impassioned Italian in you. It was not just anger, it was almost rage, the kind that simmers only when there is an underlying tension between people... in my fantasy, I get up from my desk, close the door, approach you while you are ranting, put my hands on your face, cup your cheeks and kiss you... your rant immediately fades and I push back your face to see the expression in your eyes. Instantly you pull me close and we meld together in passionate embrace, meshed together groping one another for the first time... and yes, it was a wonderful first kiss...." "Did you have you way with me after the kiss?" she asked. "I never kiss and tell," I replied coyly, "and you, did you ever?" "Funny you should ask. Of course I did," Julie admitted, "even when I was married." "Details please," I implored. "Hmm, ok," she said after a contemplative pause, "you probably don't even know this but some of the women in the office would talk about you, state how they thought you were 'hot'. Some of them were married, some single. One even quit her job so she could call you for a date and minutes after she resigned she found out you had a girl friend- I think I was the bearer of the news... we girls can be so catty." "Really, who did that?" I asked stunned. "Does not matter, you were ambivalent about her and she was not your type. Anyway, I would sit at lunch, quietly listening to them describe their dreams and fantasies about you, privately comparing them to mine. Being the competitive bitch, I always wanted to be ahead of them when it came to you. Yes, we had a phenomenal working relationship and I wanted more from you. But, I was married and could not have it. So, my fantasy of you was all I ever had. It was a good one too that carried me for many years- it would start at around lunch time, when the office was relatively quiet. I walk into your office and find you sitting behind your desk, professionally attired in a shirt and tie. You look up to see who entered your domain. I put a finger to my lips to signal silence. I close the door for privacy, even though it had no lock, and walk to your side, push your chair back away from the desk and kneel before you. You protest, fearful of getting caught in a compromising position. That does not deter me, the thought of being caught adding excitement to the moment. Quickly, I open your pants and find you, semi-erect despite your conflicted feelings regarding what I was doing. Actions speak louder than words and your body told me you wanted me. My mouth and tongue are my devil and I take to you with a determined passion, my head bobbing as I work you stiff. Once there I pulled my face away and open my blouse- you remember it, the cream silk one that always strained to hold in my boobs and made you stare in disbelief at my chest? The one combined with the right bra would let you see some areola from an angle as you peered in? Yes, that one. I opened it just enough to unhook my bra, pull it down over my shoulders and reveal myself. I'd take your cock between my big soft boobies and caress it, slow and steady, teasing you. I'd feel your hands on the side of my head, fingers caressing my hair and ears as you guided my mouth to your head. A drop of pre-cum would spill into my mouth- then I knew you were ready. I would stand you up, hands flat on the desk, hips back, and take your cock in my hand, point it at my chest and jerk you off, occasionally rimming your head with my mouth. Your cock would start to fidget and I would jerk it until you came, spilling your luscious cum all over my bare chest. That is when the fun really started. You would sit back down and I would still be squatting before you. I always wanted to know the smell and taste, if it smelled thick and 'cummy'- that smell always turns me on- and if it tasted that way too. First, a dab on my finger and I would taste your jiz on the tip of my tongue, showing you as the two met, then I suckling that finger hard. Then another dab and I would run circles on one areola and then the other, slow and soft as I relished in the moment teasing up each nipple with your warm jiz. Next another dab and I would lift my skirt, show you my emerald green silk panties and rub it on the area covering my hood right along my furrow- oh so close, yet so far away! Finally, the remaining jiz- I would slowly spread across my chest like a fine oil. I would want it there to have you close to me, to smell it... and that maybe the other women might catch a whiff and wonder. I could snicker to myself knowing I had what they did not and how jealous they would be if only they knew. Then I would stand up, get myself together and walk out, look over my shoulder and throw you a kiss as you sat in shock watching me go. I would leave and go about my day knowing what had happened, what I had and they did not... Would you have stopped me?" she asked. "No..." I replied stunned hoping to hear more. "I was irresistible," she cockily stated, "...are you getting excited?" she asked. "Why don't you check for yourself?" I suggested. Julie ignored my offer and continued, "But sometimes it did not stop there. Sometimes the fantasy would continue with me walking down the hall back to my office, closing the door and locking it- yes mine had a lock, and you had the key. You had the key because my office was once a storage room. After conversion, you kept the key- I guess because nobody asked you for it... Only once did you ever use it, when I mistakenly locked myself out. You knew you had it but never used it, until now. Sitting behind my desk, I put up my feet and found myself beneath my skirt, slowly rubbing and teasing my furrow though the green panties. Rather quickly I would reach that point where I had to pull them aside and slip in a finger. Closing my eyes I would envision your facial expressions as our tryst had evolved-especially your eyes, so soft, deep and telling. You would remember the key and use it, slipping into my office, finding me compromised, teasing my folds, my eyes closed and I deep in concentration as my finger played. Purposefully, you would close and lock the door so it alerted me to someone's presence. I would jump just before I getting off. When I came to my senses and realized it was you, I would see the fury in your eyes, the aggressive passion you wanted to unleash on me for teasing you. Right then I would know I had gone to far. As you walked towards me, all I could think was that my legs were going to be held up in the air, my panties pulled up and you were going to take me as I sat helpless and at your mercy. That is not how you wanted it. Instead, you stand me up and bend me over the desk, face and shoulders down, feet spread apart. Two Tease My skirt would be lifted above my hips and my panties ripped down to mid thigh, my ass and lips exposed and available giving you unfettered access to me. You know how wet I am. I hear your belt unbuckle and pants fall. I feel your head press against my lips and then one hard thrust into my tense waiting walls, penetrating me deep and fast as I bite my lower lip, resisting the urge to scream out.. You administer a hard masterful fucking, taking me over the edge numerous times. I take it from you, whimpering and careful to keep quiet so nobody can hear us. As I race to my next release, you release first and pull out, leaving me on the edge. Then you take an open palm to my ass, firmly smack it once really hard shaking my flesh, you tell me 'for the tease', put on your clothes as I stand bent over waiting for more and then you walk out." I was stunned. "Like?" Julie asked. "Want to go to an office?" I asked. "Sure," she chuckled. Minutes later we were at her place. We got out and went upstairs. The door closed behind us. I excused myself to use the bathroom. When I came back Julie stood next to the couch. She had removed her skirt and stood waiting for me. The tails of her blouse barely obstructed my view- she wore no panties and her bush was prominent, black and thick. She stood in irresistible fashion- black high heels matching her bush, contrasted with her white blouse. the best part was the blouse. Yes, she was otherwise naked and the thought that I had immediate access to her was amazingly powerful, but, the better part was that she was still partially clothed, leaving me to disrobe her and discover what lay beneath. Coyly she summonsed me with her finger, "C'mon, over here Baby," she said seductively and I acceded to her desire. I came close and kissed her, gently at first as my hands explored her body until she was in my full embrace and we pushed together, lips meshing, teeth gnashing, hips grinding. Denied for so long, the warmth of her flesh and powerful caresses drove me quickly to uncontrollable passion- I just wanted to take her without exploring her body and properly building the moment to climax. My fingers found her furrow. I played with her slick lips, rubbing between them, teasing her swollen bud. She directing me to kneel on the floor. Obligingly I took my cue and began my worship by thumbing her lips and bud, kissing her starting above the knee and moving up her thighs. Each kiss was gently planted on her luxuriously warm olive skin. I playfully flicked my tongue as I approached her bush, careful to tease her as she looked down watching me. I savored the sweet aroma of her sex. I kissed her inner thighs and caressed them. I gently rubbed my face across her bush and nuzzled her hood, smelling her savory lips. She placed her hand on the back of my head to direct my attention to forgo my playful worship. Obliging, I lapped at her, coaxing her fleshy outer lips, tasting their moistness. Her hand pressed me forward, encouraging a more direct advance. I slowly lapped at her furrow, spreading her lips with my tongue and tasting her button. Immediately she sighed. Soon, Julie pushed me back and pulled me up. I stood before her face to face and she took me by the sides of my face and drew hers to mine. My hand found her swollen lips below and I rubbed them as she lifted a leg to give me access and wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held me tight for balance. Her lips parted like a blossoming flower and my fingers strummed within them, gently teasing and toying with her wet and weightless folds. Gasping for air, she pushed me back, "not yet," she quipped, "...take it slower." I undid my pants and Julie helped me remove them. She sat down on the couch, leaned against the arm rest, spread her legs exposing her luscious thighs to me, one foot up on the cushions, the other on the floor. She reached under with both hands to spread her lips, exposing delicate pink. I knelt and inserted my index finger and gently pulled at her clit from behind while tongue teasing the protruding outer edges. I was slow and patient. I pushed her back and rubbed my fleshy swollen head against her lips, parting her them and smearing her juices all over it, her dry pubic hairs contrasting with her soft smooth inner flesh as each crossed my head. "Mmm, that feels good...," she said. "Want more?" "Please," she replied. "Where do you want me to put it?" I playfully asked. "Right there," she said looking down, "put it there and rub it against my juice box". "Your what?" I questioned. "My 'juice box'," she replied. "How did you give it that name?" "It's that fleshy part inside with all the ridges and bumps... its just 'juicy'.. and that is my pet name for it. What do you call your 'thingy'?" "Actually, you gave it a nickname a long time ago and it has stuck with me. Do you remember?" A smirk of embarrassment grew across her face but she could not recall. "I was standing next to your desk. You asked me if it was going to rain. I looked outside and it was a perfect sunny day. I told you there was no chance of rain and you asked me why I brought my 'umbrella'. I replied that I had not and then you looked down at my pants, noting the bulge within. Do you remember that time?" "Vaguely," she coyly replied. "Well, after that tease of an exchange, I had to ask you what you called yours. You blushed, blushed real bad. I knew I was onto something then. I asked you if it began with a "C". You looked at me with disgust and I told you I was thinking of the word 'Cat'. You told me 'no' flustered I had trapped you. I asked if it began with a "P". You were silent. I asked if that was the word. Coyly, you asked which word. I told you I was thinking of "pussy cat" and you replied you would not even be able to say the 'first word' if that was what I was trying to get you to say. I cajoled you to say it and all you could do was keep quiet, smirk and blush even more. Then I dropped it because I knew you wanted to say it, had never been able to say it and did not want to come off as the 'dirty girl'. Since then that exchange has turned me on many times. I thought about what a turn on it would be to get you to tell me the word. I still do to this day." I brought myself to and gently slid into her. "That is it, right there," she said, "tap my juice box, slow and steady... I love the way the back of a head pulls across it coming out..." I teased her and said, "Please, say it." She blushed, smirked and shook her head 'no'. "Please, for me, just purse your lips and mouth the word, that is all I ask". Again, she gave me the same response. I dropped the subject. I played with her breasts through the silk blouse, teasing her erect nipples. She wore no bra. The silk rubbing against her caused her to coo, "oh yea'. I unbuttoned her blouse- one by one I undid each button, my hands working slowly to enhance the moment as I revealed her breasts. They were just as I had imagined- 'heaving bosoms' in the truest sense of the term with big brown erect nipples. Julie pinched and fondled them. My excitement grown, I leaned forward, pushing Julie's legs back and diving deeper within her. "Not so fast," she said, "I need you to do something for me. Its kind of kinky..." she paused waiting for my response, then continued, " but it really gets me off." "Go on," I said. "I need you to have me from behind- keep your wonderfully talented head right on my juice box until you get off; spill your jiz on it three or four times and then slam me as hard as you want. I guaranty it will be the best sex you will ever have... You might even black out... any woman ever do that to you? Black out orgasms are the best... Most men can't control themselves after I tell them about the blackout part, they usually spill early... Can you do it for me?" she asked. Always up for a challenge, I pulled out and she stood up. Julie knelt on the cushions, ass to me, as she braced herself holding the back of the couch. My head to her dark haired sex, I easily slid in, found the spot and gently teased her just where she wanted it. "That's it baby, right there," she quipped, "keep it up, hold me there, slow, take your time..." I saw one hand disappear and knew she was swirling her fingers in her thick wet lips. I could just imagine how she was rubbing them and touching her soft swollen bud. I felt her walls flexing around my shaft as I teased her. She tightened her stomach muscles and arched her back trying to regulate her excitement. My hands gripped her hips as my fingers dug in holding her fast and steady as I fought to stave off the inevitable. I was getting to close to prolong the pleasure much more, "tell me," I asked. Silence. I pulled out. "Oh no," she gasped in despair. Then, I plunged myself right back in, unexpectedly stabbing at her rose. "Ooo," she quipped at my sudden advance. Then I teased her juice box some more, just as she preferred. I started feeling my cock tingle at the tip. Julie's thighs began to shake and her voice quivered. She grit her teeth and looked over her shoulder back at me to see how I was doing. I looked into her beautiful big eyes and right then knew I was going to loose it. She arched her back and grabbed the back of my head, forcefully pulling my face close to hers, "C'mon Baby, take me..." she said. "Tell me," I demanded again. From between grit teeth, she whispered the begging words of "I can't do it", words that sought forgiveness. "Please, tell me," I urged her. "Fuck my juice box," she replied. "I need to hear it," I said. She sneered between her clenched teeth, "pussy... fuck my pussy, come on fuck my tight little pussy... fuck it so you can own it..." she begged. The ideas of ownership and submission were overwhelmingly powerful. My stomach tightened as my fingers dug into her soft pliable hips. I fought back the sudden urge to take her like an animal and carefully spilled streams of my wanted jiz right on her juice box. Once, twice, three times- she was shaking and wailing in rapture as I anointed her flesh and repeatedly cried out, "oh, yes, oh yes, more, please more" as she released. Then I slammed into her. She screamed loud as I pierced her, my thighs meeting the back of hers. Her ass shook as our bodies crashed. She cried out as I spilled deep within her. I pulled her back and up as I arched back, straining to sink deep, the position lifted her hips and immobilizing her forcing her to stand on her tippy toes. She tried to buck her hips as she released but my body was so seized as I held her tight I would not release her, and then, everything went black...