Ruth - Cocktease Extraordinaire
Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 4:06 pm
She's an ex-colleague of mine, who always used to dress provocatively and was very flirty with the guys at work, particularly me, though I have a rule about dating colleagues - I don't.
At my leaving do we were both drunk and I got her 'phone number and promised to give her a call. I rang her and we arranged to meet and one date led to another. Being the shallow guy I am I started dating her because I thought she'd be an easy lay...boy was I wrong.
She's not the best looking girl in the world, but she's sexy, she oozes sex appeal. She turns all the guys' heads - she has long, dark red hair, large pert tits and a voluptuous figure. It's fair to say, she's no stick insect, far from it - she's diminutive and curvy - but she's by no means fat.
Although she dresses like a tart - short skirts, stockings, low-cut tops and plenty of make up, it took until the fifth date before she invited me back to hers. "Finally!", I thought. That night we started making out on her sofa, things got quite hot, but every time I put my hand on her arse or inner thigh, she'd move it and say "no".
I could feel her lips on my neck, her hair on my face, her big tits on my chest and hear breath in my ear, I was desperate for a shag, especially after waiting weeks. But being teased like that got me even hornier. Eventually she said she needed to get to bed and that she'd call me a taxi, I thought she was joking, but she wasn't.
Of course, this made me more deperate to get into her knickers. But during those first few weeks, the more desperate I was, the more she teased.
It was definitely deliberate. Once I arrived at her house to pick her up, and her flatmate answered the door. I went into the living room and found her using a stepping machine, wearing skin tight shorts and a tight top. "You're early", she said, "I thought we said eight". I swear she said half-six! So I spent fifteen minutes watching her tight bum gyrate as she continued on the machine. Needless to say it was a very arousing spectacle.
She then went and showered, whilst I watched TV. After a while, she appeared with just a towel wrapped around, her, drying her hair with another small towel. I was sitting on her sofa, and she bent over and kissed me, revealing her cleavage. "I won't be long" she said with a giggle, obviously aware how excited I was.
Another instance, and this was the biggest tease of them all, was a week or so later. We'd both been out and in the taxi, things got really heavy, I had my hand in her panties and she asked me to stay over at hers. I realised I hadn´t got any condoms (stupid, I know, I usually always carry them in case I get lucky) and suggested we make a detour to the 24 hour garage. "Relax", she said, "I've got some at home".
I paid for the taxi, and chased her playfully up the stairs to her flat and harassed her as she fumbled with the keys before getting the door open, she started walking towards the kitchen. "No you don't", I said, and picked her up in a fireman's lift and carried her into her bedroom and dumped her on her bed.
We kicked off our shoes, and I took my jeans and socks off. "Calm down", she said "we've got all night". We started making out and gradually shedding clothes, until we were just in our underwear. "Where's the johnie", I whispered. She reached over to open her bedside drawer. "Oh", she said "I thought I had some".
I was overwhelmed with feelings - disappointment, anger, but mostly frustration. Desperate for sex, I asked if her if she was on the pill, she replied she wasn't. "I'm not going to have sex without a condom", she said, gently running her fingers up and down my leg.
The nearest garage was about three miles away and getting a taxi late on a Saturday night would be like getting blood out of a stone - at least it'd take an hour or more. I suggested 'pulling out early' and asking her flatmate - who turned out to be away for the weekend - but it was useless. So I resorted to pleading with her, begging. She started giggling, and then lent over to her drawer and took out a condom.
I snatched it from her, hastily unwrapped it and put it on and got under the sheets. She was wearing her panties still, I immediately went to take them off, but she took hold of my hands and clasped them in her own and adjusted herself, so she was lying on top of me. Her legs straddled my own, her breasts gently caressed my chest.
She started kissing me lightly on the lips, nibbling my earlobe and blowing softly into my ear, whilst gently gyrating her hips and grinding her pelvis into mine, which brushed the tip of my penis. I convulsed with both pleasure and frustration. She giggled, let go of my left hand, and started to run her finger nails up and down my thigh, which made me twich and squirm. This went on for a few minutes.
I could take no more and with my free hand I pawed aggressively at her panties in a bid to get them off, I pulled so hard I heard them tear. "Play nicely" she whispered into my ear, "or you won't get any", and again took my free hand in hers. Again, she gyrated and ground her pelvis into mine, we kissed passionately and my cock was so hard it hurt.
Suddenly she stopped, let go of my hands and ever so slowly, started retreating towards the end of the bed, kissing me, slowly as she went - first my neck, then my chest and my abdominen...and...ooh...it felt good, but I squirmed and writhed with pleasure and anticipation. "Do you like that, baby?!", she asked, with a look of feigned innocence.
She slowly kissed me around my inner thighs, and my groin, circling my penis, which was throbbing with expectation, whilst using her finger nails to caress and tease my abdominen. "Just relax", she said gently, as my body continued to spasm with delight. She then slowly started working her way up - again kissing my stomach and chest, her large, soft breasts followed, brushing my body as she moved.
I couldn't bear it any longer and with both hands I grabbed her under the arms and pulled her into me and embraced her passionately, almost aggressively. My hands wandered, as we frantically kissed, and I took hold of her panties. She reached back with her hands and we grappled as she attempted to take hold of my hands. As we struggled, I heard a loud rip.
"Uh, uh", she said, "STOP!".
"What?!" I said, incredulously, letting go of her hands. She sat up, slowly, and reached across to her bedside cabinet, from which she produced a nightie. "You've torn my panties", she said dismissively, threading her arms through the nightie. "Wait, stop...what have I done?" I asked.
"You've torn my panties...sorry, no sex tonight for you", she said, slipping her nightie over her head. Suddenly her nakedness was concealed, she picked up a brush and started combing her hair. "I was aroused, God, look, I'll buy you a new pair!"
"No, it's about respect", she said. "Clearly I didn't want to take my panties off, so you tore them, I say when my panties are to come off." She stood up and haughtily walked over to a chest of drawers, opened the top and after shuffling around with her hand, whipped out a thong. She then pulled up her nightie, took hold of her panties, pulled them down to her knees and dropped them to the floor, she then stepped out of them.
To be continued...
At my leaving do we were both drunk and I got her 'phone number and promised to give her a call. I rang her and we arranged to meet and one date led to another. Being the shallow guy I am I started dating her because I thought she'd be an easy lay...boy was I wrong.
She's not the best looking girl in the world, but she's sexy, she oozes sex appeal. She turns all the guys' heads - she has long, dark red hair, large pert tits and a voluptuous figure. It's fair to say, she's no stick insect, far from it - she's diminutive and curvy - but she's by no means fat.
Although she dresses like a tart - short skirts, stockings, low-cut tops and plenty of make up, it took until the fifth date before she invited me back to hers. "Finally!", I thought. That night we started making out on her sofa, things got quite hot, but every time I put my hand on her arse or inner thigh, she'd move it and say "no".
I could feel her lips on my neck, her hair on my face, her big tits on my chest and hear breath in my ear, I was desperate for a shag, especially after waiting weeks. But being teased like that got me even hornier. Eventually she said she needed to get to bed and that she'd call me a taxi, I thought she was joking, but she wasn't.
Of course, this made me more deperate to get into her knickers. But during those first few weeks, the more desperate I was, the more she teased.
It was definitely deliberate. Once I arrived at her house to pick her up, and her flatmate answered the door. I went into the living room and found her using a stepping machine, wearing skin tight shorts and a tight top. "You're early", she said, "I thought we said eight". I swear she said half-six! So I spent fifteen minutes watching her tight bum gyrate as she continued on the machine. Needless to say it was a very arousing spectacle.
She then went and showered, whilst I watched TV. After a while, she appeared with just a towel wrapped around, her, drying her hair with another small towel. I was sitting on her sofa, and she bent over and kissed me, revealing her cleavage. "I won't be long" she said with a giggle, obviously aware how excited I was.
Another instance, and this was the biggest tease of them all, was a week or so later. We'd both been out and in the taxi, things got really heavy, I had my hand in her panties and she asked me to stay over at hers. I realised I hadn´t got any condoms (stupid, I know, I usually always carry them in case I get lucky) and suggested we make a detour to the 24 hour garage. "Relax", she said, "I've got some at home".
I paid for the taxi, and chased her playfully up the stairs to her flat and harassed her as she fumbled with the keys before getting the door open, she started walking towards the kitchen. "No you don't", I said, and picked her up in a fireman's lift and carried her into her bedroom and dumped her on her bed.
We kicked off our shoes, and I took my jeans and socks off. "Calm down", she said "we've got all night". We started making out and gradually shedding clothes, until we were just in our underwear. "Where's the johnie", I whispered. She reached over to open her bedside drawer. "Oh", she said "I thought I had some".
I was overwhelmed with feelings - disappointment, anger, but mostly frustration. Desperate for sex, I asked if her if she was on the pill, she replied she wasn't. "I'm not going to have sex without a condom", she said, gently running her fingers up and down my leg.
The nearest garage was about three miles away and getting a taxi late on a Saturday night would be like getting blood out of a stone - at least it'd take an hour or more. I suggested 'pulling out early' and asking her flatmate - who turned out to be away for the weekend - but it was useless. So I resorted to pleading with her, begging. She started giggling, and then lent over to her drawer and took out a condom.
I snatched it from her, hastily unwrapped it and put it on and got under the sheets. She was wearing her panties still, I immediately went to take them off, but she took hold of my hands and clasped them in her own and adjusted herself, so she was lying on top of me. Her legs straddled my own, her breasts gently caressed my chest.
She started kissing me lightly on the lips, nibbling my earlobe and blowing softly into my ear, whilst gently gyrating her hips and grinding her pelvis into mine, which brushed the tip of my penis. I convulsed with both pleasure and frustration. She giggled, let go of my left hand, and started to run her finger nails up and down my thigh, which made me twich and squirm. This went on for a few minutes.
I could take no more and with my free hand I pawed aggressively at her panties in a bid to get them off, I pulled so hard I heard them tear. "Play nicely" she whispered into my ear, "or you won't get any", and again took my free hand in hers. Again, she gyrated and ground her pelvis into mine, we kissed passionately and my cock was so hard it hurt.
Suddenly she stopped, let go of my hands and ever so slowly, started retreating towards the end of the bed, kissing me, slowly as she went - first my neck, then my chest and my abdominen...and...ooh...it felt good, but I squirmed and writhed with pleasure and anticipation. "Do you like that, baby?!", she asked, with a look of feigned innocence.
She slowly kissed me around my inner thighs, and my groin, circling my penis, which was throbbing with expectation, whilst using her finger nails to caress and tease my abdominen. "Just relax", she said gently, as my body continued to spasm with delight. She then slowly started working her way up - again kissing my stomach and chest, her large, soft breasts followed, brushing my body as she moved.
I couldn't bear it any longer and with both hands I grabbed her under the arms and pulled her into me and embraced her passionately, almost aggressively. My hands wandered, as we frantically kissed, and I took hold of her panties. She reached back with her hands and we grappled as she attempted to take hold of my hands. As we struggled, I heard a loud rip.
"Uh, uh", she said, "STOP!".
"What?!" I said, incredulously, letting go of her hands. She sat up, slowly, and reached across to her bedside cabinet, from which she produced a nightie. "You've torn my panties", she said dismissively, threading her arms through the nightie. "Wait, stop...what have I done?" I asked.
"You've torn my panties...sorry, no sex tonight for you", she said, slipping her nightie over her head. Suddenly her nakedness was concealed, she picked up a brush and started combing her hair. "I was aroused, God, look, I'll buy you a new pair!"
"No, it's about respect", she said. "Clearly I didn't want to take my panties off, so you tore them, I say when my panties are to come off." She stood up and haughtily walked over to a chest of drawers, opened the top and after shuffling around with her hand, whipped out a thong. She then pulled up her nightie, took hold of her panties, pulled them down to her knees and dropped them to the floor, she then stepped out of them.
To be continued...
I am curious about the next part.