My fingers were flashing in and out of my slit at a great rate of knots. I was loving the effect it was having on me. I could feel it building and building and just before I was going to tip myself over into my very first self-induced orgasm. Paul called out.
“Stop!”
I stopped immediately and felt a massive sense of loss and longing for the orgasm not yet achieved.
“You are an extremely fast learner and seem to understand the power of suggestion and the effect of a vivid imagination has in the right circumstances. Do you want to see how much you have affected me?”
I replied with a very uncertain nod of my head. It was all that he needed and promptly slid his chair back a little bit and without standing up grabbed the small table with both hands and moved it to the side out of the way.
There we were face to face completely exposed and there could be no misunderstanding to the nature of our arousal. I must have looked such a sight seated there in the chair with my dress bunched up in my lap, my panties pulled aside with my widely spread legs exposing my most intimate place and my fingers stuffed right up inside working their magic. That is not to say I was not unobservant to the significant bulge tenting in Paul’s pants. I froze like a dear caught in the headlights. Paul calmly and reassuringly said.
“Don’t stop. Keep doing what you are doing?”
I felt exposed and vulnerable but the urge that had been awoken in me needed release. It was something that I now craved. Something that I had never knew existed before. The instinct was just too strong. I started stroking myself again and it felt so good.
Paul’s eyes were riveted on my crotch avidly watching everything my fingers were doing. That is not to say my eyes were not equally riveted on Paul’s crotch and the large bulge that was sticking out. Paul’s professional calm persona was somewhat dinted, although he kept his hands firmly planted on his thighs it was obvious, he wanted them doing something else. That gave me an enormous sense of power and confidence and my arousal continued to build. Paul started to talk to me again. I think it was as much to try and distract himself from his obvious discomfort than anything else.
“I like watching you touch yourself; visual stimulation is especially important. It is probably why there is so much pornography in the world. It is also the first thing that triggers sexual attraction. If you do not like the look of someone then nothing is ever likely to happen. Touch is even more important. When your get aroused every part of your body becomes more sensitive. Undo your top and play with your breasts.”
By this stage I was operating on autopilot and automatically did as he requested. With one hand I skilfully unbuttoned the three buttons on the top of my dress letting the right sleeve slip off my shoulder to expose my bra covered breast. I gently cupped it in my free hand and gave a gentle squeeze. While my left hand remained firmly wedged between my legs. He was right, my breast was super sensitive and my nipple was like a hard pebble.
“Play with your nipple. Give it a gentle pinch an see how that feels.”
While still cupping my breast in my hand I grabbed the nipple between my index finger and my thumb. I gave it a gentle rolling pinch while my other hand continued to stroke between my legs.
“That feels so good. It’s so sensitive.”
“Don’t forget the other breast.”
I somewhat reluctantly let go of my breast but moved my hand to the other one and touched and squeezed it in a similar way to the first. I swapped backwards and forwards while my arousal continued to build. I was right back at the same place as I was before. I could feel myself starting to lose the last shred of control and then, just like last time Paul called out again.
“Stop!”
I could not believe it. Twice now I had been teetering on the brink and twice I had been pulled back from the precipice.
“If you continue to do what you are presently doing you are going to leave a noticeably big messy wet spot all over the back of that dress. That will be highly embarrassing for you on your walk home. Take your dress off.”
It was an order and not a request. I do not know why I obeyed him. It could have been I was so caught up in the moment. It might have been I need release after years of sexual repression or it could have been my rebellious streak. It was more likely a combination of all.
Standing up I pulled my panties fell all the way down my legs onto the floor and I stepped out of them leaving them where they fell. I slipped the dress up over my head and draped it over the table next to me. I stood completely naked except for my bra and shoes.
“Take off the bra.”
Another demand to which I complied. Reaching behind my back I unclipped the clasp and one by one slipped the shoulder straps off my arms while still clutching the bra to my chest. It was a bit pointless to feel embarrassed about showing this man my breasts when he presently had a completely unobstructed view of my mound covered in its soft downy blond hair. His lust filled eyes were completely fixated on the last small scrap of material hiding the last vestige of my modesty. I once again felt the power I had over him and decided to tease him by very reluctantly letting the material slide off my body in exceedingly small increments before with a flourish letting it drop to the floor to join my panties.
“Magnificent.” Was all he said.
His eyes were darted from nipple to nipple then then down to my mound in a triangular formation only to be repeated over and over again. It was not until I spoke again that his eyes were forced away from my bodily delights and he looked me in the face.
“You like what your see?”
“Oh yes. Very much. Just stand there and keep doing what you are doing. I want to see you get yourself off.”
“You mean touch myself like this” as I languidly rubbed one hand across my breasts while the other traced a line up the inside of my thighs to reach my very ready sopping wet pussy.
“Spread your legs a little wider so I can see what your fingers are doing.”
I spread my legs a little wider and thrust my hips a little forward to give him a better view of my slick wet fingers disappearing in and out of my body. I guess I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak that I had never known was there. The sexual power I felt at that moment was euphoric. I had Paul completely under my spell. The more aroused I became the more inflamed was Paul’s desire. The prolonged erection I had given him was obviously becoming painful.
“I’m sorry I have to do something about this.”
With that he undid his pants and his red angry penis popped free. It was the first penis I had ever seen let alone an erect one. I was both repulsed and fascinated at the same time. It looked huge to me although it was only average size but back then I had no other reference point to make any comparison. Paul’s face showed an obvious sense of relief now his penis was free from the confines of his pants and was sticking straight up into the air. My eyes were glued to his appendage and my ministrations were again approaching orgasm level.
“You can touch it if you like but you have to be extremely gentle as it is extremely sensitive.”
I moved forward a step and made a feeble attempt to reach out with a trembling hand.
“You need to be much closer”.
With that he leaned forward in his chair and grabbed me firmly by the hips and pulled me closer. It was the very first time that we had made any physical contact and in my extremely sensitive and aroused condition that contact felt like I had been prodded with and electric jolt. He pulled me so close that I had to spread my legs on either side of his knees while he remained seated in his chair.
“As I said before touch is the second important aspect of any sexual encounter. You now know how good it feels to touch yourself then just imagine how much better it would feel when someone else touches you like that. Keep on touching yourself I want to see you cum.”
I stretched out my hand and placed it gently on top of the angry mushroom head, while my other hand stroking up and down through my short blond curly hair in my well lubricated slit. I was now getting back to the same state of arousal as before but this time nothing was going to stop me from achieving release especially after such a long and interrupted build-up. I was so engrossed in what I was doing to myself and avidly watching Paul’s exposed erection standing proudly upright that I hardly noticed that Paul’s hands had slipped upwards on my body, and he was now holding me high on my narrow waist just below my bobbing breasts. With his thumbs he gently started to rub the underside of each of my breasts in a slow back and forward motion. Slowly but surely the touch crept higher and higher until they were rubbing against my ridiculously hard erect nipples. His thumbs were firmly rubbing my nipples in little circles while his hands cupped and squeezed my breasts.
It was the trigger I needed. A great flush of moisture gushed down my legs while my body trembled in wave after wave of orgasmic release. My knees felt week and I may have collapsed except for the fact that Paul was still partially supporting my body while playing with my nipples. I started to come down from my self-induced state of euphoria and regained better control over my balance when Paul removed my hands from my own slit and placed my wet slippery fingers around his penis. Reaching behind me with one hand he firmly massaged my bottom and pulled me even closer in the process and then without warning with the other hand trailed his fingers through my soaking wet slit.
“The amazing thing about women is they can have multiple orgasms in quick succession. Men usually can only have one, it takes them a long time to recover before they can have another. You have been such a good girl I think you deserve another.”
I stood there in a trance like state with my eyes riveted on my hands touching his cock while his skilled fingers explored my intimate female folds. He really knew what he was doing. I could feel myself building to another orgasm when he told me to just gently stroke his cock up and down.
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