You were so nervous yo attend the edging party, being normally quiet and reserved, usually opting to watch awhile before going home to furiously masturbate to relieve the hours of sexual tension that had built up. When you worked up the nerve to approach me, it was simply to muse that the woman currently being teased looked like she was going to pass out from frustration.
“Oh, she can take a lot more,” I said. “But we’re going to go a few minutes beyond her previous record. It was her choice. We’re not going to take it easy on her.”
Her pleasure-soaked lips let out another cry as the stimulation stopped again at just the right time. Murmurs of arousal and appreciation reverberated throughout the luxurious private playspace we were in.
I turned to you, looking directly into your eyes.
“I’ve seen you here the last few times,” I said before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You would look so good up there.”
I pulled back, my lips close to yours but forcing you to make the first move. The woman on display screamed out in frustrated euphoria yet again as you pressed your lips against mine. Our tongues danced as I felt you lean into me. My right hand gently stroked your knee, playfully sliding lower. Your legs parted at the same time as your lips to receive my tongue again.
My fingers explored further south. I was greeted with far more wetness than I expected. Slowly I inserted two inside you, curling them up slightly to find your gspot. Massaging it I felt your hips bucking against me, wanting more. I purposely avoided your clit.
I continued the gentle massage, breaking our intimate embrace.
“Would you like to be next?” I asked.
I could see you’re conflicted. “It’ll be with me. I’ll take care of you.”
You moan again as a few eyes turn to you. You close your eyes, absorbing the pleasure. I can tell I need to stop to allow you to think and respond. I do, keeping my fingers inside.
You look at me and nod slightly. I smile, my thumb grazing your clit once before removing my hand. You mew in disappointment. My hand returns to your knee. We’re going to watch her together, no more touching. I want the anticipation to build and your imagination to run wild.
Soon, it’ll be your turn. I can’t fucking wait.
