Version 2 of a [f/f] story with lots of teasing, light bondage, sensation play, fingering, oral, and strap-on sex. | 2016

Apparently you decided this was the perfect time to mess with my concentration. I was staring intently at the menu, taking forever to decide as usual, and your fingers started rubbing up and down the seam of my jeans. I jumped a bit, then guiltily looked across the table at my coworker and his girlfriend, hoping they hadn't noticed the angle of your arm. My next move was to shoot you an annoyed look - you knew how much I wanted to make a good impression on my first time hanging out with him outside work.

The fingers moved to lightly stroking my inner thigh, which was merely pleasant, and I went back to contemplating whether couscous and "spicy carrot sauce" would actually taste good together. Steak with shiitake mushrooms sounds good, but not with lemon-truffle vinaigrette on it...

This time when my zipper slowly crept down and fingers began exploring inside, only my eyes moved, and that was to contemplate the picture of the steak. I steadfastly refused to look down or at you. I was starting to get aroused, but I could easily keep myself from reacting. Meanwhile, you had the audacity to roll your eyes at the other couple and say "I don't know how I stand eating with her all the time. She ALWAYS takes this long." The double meaning was helped along by an increase in pressure between my legs.

At this point it was actually starting to feel good, so I closed my menu decisively, announced that as a matter of fact I had decided on the sauteed portabello panini, and turned to look at you. I took this opportunity to grab your wrist and firmly place it back in your lap, keeping my own hand on your thigh as a warning that it better stay there. Conversation stalled to a halt as our food arrives, and I eagerly held my sandwich up for inspection.

Just as I was about to take a bite, I could feel your hand moving again - inside your jeans. I sat paralyzed for five seconds until he asks "So, how's the panini? Is it living up to all the careful contemplation?" I blinked and looked down at my plate. Apparently I did take that bite, but I had no idea what it tasted like. "Uh." I could feel my cheeks burning. "I'm not sure how I feel about it yet...it's interesting, but I need another bite." Damn you, you know how that gets to me...and you're STILL doing it.

"Oh, actually I just remembered I forgot to wash my hands!" I slid quickly from under your hand to march off to the bathroom. As I walked, I sent you a text: "Get back here."

When the knock came I cracked the door enough for you to slip in. Before I could say anything, you locked the door and pushed me up against the wall. But I won't succumb to your kisses. "Hey, this is not the time. We're supposed to be getting to know them, and there's plenty of time to mess around later. And anyway, bathrooms are not sexy, and I have to get back before they start to suspect anything."

I attempted to stare you down, but returning my gaze defiantly you slowly leaned forward and sunk your teeth into my lip. I kissed you angrily and bit back, grabbing your ass to roughly pull you against me. I felt your breath on my skin, growing more rapid as we kissed. So I stopped. "There, now you've gotten a sneak peak. That better satisfy you until we get back, because otherwise you're not getting anything. It's bad enough that you almost made us late, horndog." Actually, I didn't mind that we got sidetracked in my room...I'd been enjoying those bite marks peeking out from your collar all evening. And I actually like it when you borrow my clothes.

You behaved yourself for the rest of dinner, but I still had trouble focusing on my food and the conversation. I was so nervous and excited about finally having a chance to get to know them, and then you go planting dirty thoughts in my head so that all I want to do is leave.

The air of public calm persisted for a little after we arrived in my room. I put on a playlist and sat on the bed watching as you unpacked your bag. I waited until you look back to me and then I smiled crookedly, a glint in my eyes. "You know, you have to give those clothes back. You look great in that v-neck, but I'm not letting you keep it."

An answering smirk came to life in your eyes and you shrugged nonchalantly. "Okay." You pulled off the shirt in one quick motion and your bra dropped to the floor in quick succession.

"You don't have to return the bra, you know. It's not mine," I said calmly. You answered by tugging the end of your belt, locking eyes with me. The rasp of the rough leather hung in the charged silence. When you dropped your jeans, I sprung from the bed and scooped you into my arms, carrying you to the desk without breaking stride. I set you down with your arms around my neck, and pressed up between your legs to kiss you hard. You kissed back with equal fervor as your hands climbed the back of my neck. I sucked your lower lip, nipping coyly, and your fingers, laced in my hair, tugged downward so that my head tilted back and I let out a barely audible sigh. Taking advantage of the momentary space between our bodies, you darted your hand into your underwear and broke into a smug little smile as my expression changed.

But I'll be damned if I'm letting you tease me after you got me all worked up tonight. I yanked your hand out and pinned both wrists above your head. You looked down and watched my nipples visibly stiffen through the fabric of my shirt. But your eyes closed involuntarily when I fastened my mouth on your nipple. I gave only a light suck before pulling back, then I gently ran the other one between my teeth. I relished the arch of your back and the hitch in your breath. I'd been dreaming about this for hours.

I put my free hand between your legs and playfully tapped your clit through the fabric. I slid into your underwear and you were soaking wet already, hot and slick against my skin. I dipped one long finger in and I could feel your muscles contract in anticipation...but that was only to lube up before circling around your clit. You tried to pull your arms away in protest but I grinned, reveling in my control.

I kept a firm grip on your wrists, but I planted a line of little bites up to your jawline, where I switched to sucking your pale skin. Hard. I knew this would leave a hickey, but it's worth it for the way your head falls back and the groan that escapes your throat.

Releasing your wrists, I moved down to lightly skim your inner thighs with my lips. When I reached the center, I hovered in front of the damp fabric, letting anticipation build until you buried your hands in my hair and clenched your fists beseechingly. I let my tongue inch out and probe softly until an involuntary twitch told me I'd found your clit. Your hips lifted automatically as I slipped off the underwear and then placed my hands on your legs, stroking the smooth skin with my thumbs as I used my tongue for a leisurely exploration between your lips. I placed a hand under each of knee to lift your legs so that you were splayed out in front of me, leaning back against the wall. The sight made me draw in a shaky breath. I knelt in front of the desk and looked up to lock eyes with you as I gave a single, slow, dainty lick up your slit, and you trembled. Without warning I plunged in and started tongue fucking you. I savored the sharp points of pain in my scalp as you wrenched at my hair, dragging my mouth to you faster and faster. Your desperation turned me on and my breathing quickened, as I gripped your legs more tightly and my nails started to dig in.

But tongue fucking can only get you so far. I started to rip off my clothes, then paused and announced that I was going to the bathroom first and would be right back. You just slumped against the wall panting, your eyes closed.

"Oh no no. You can't tease me that much and then fall asleep before I'm done with you." I stormed across the room to the bed and snatched the covers off your naked form, shaking your shoulders and frowning fiercely. Your only response was to mumble something and turn over.

"Fine!" I rummaged through my drawers until I found two scarves and a pair of long socks. All you did was toss your head sleepily, putting up no resistance as I proceeded to tie each of your limbs to a bedpost. Next I took a tray of ice from the fridge and popped a single cube into my mouth. I got on all fours above you and began tracing a line down from your collarbone with my icy cold tongue. I couldn't resist smiling a tad maliciously as you frowned and started to squirm. But I knew that soon this squirming would take on a different tone.

I circled your nipple, giving it a light lick to douse it in cold water and then blowing air across so that the chill would wake it up. It hardened instantly, but I took my time getting to the other one. You may not have been awake enough to appreciate the slow build, but at the very least it was gradually bringing you towards consciousness.

I took a fresh cube of ice and moved in for the last item on my list: If I could wake up this one, collectively they'd make sure you were awake too. I started with a shock: a flash of cold directly on your clit. You jumped, and I watched as the movement led you to realize that you're tied down. "Hey...you...what?" I just smirked. Now that I had your attention I went back to your belly button, working my way down your abdomen in lazy zigzags. You shivered as I reached the sensitive skin between your hip bones. I kept going, and as I moved over the crest of your mound I paused for a few seconds, and glanced up to look you in the eyes.

"Please..." you whimpered, tugging at your restraints and lifting your hips towards my face. "Please what?" I asked, crawling up and leaning in to lick your earlobe. "Can't hear you."" I went back and rested the tip of my tongue on your clit to wait. "Please fuh..uh..." You faltered as my tongue started to move for just a second. I raised my eyebrows and waited again. You shook your head, as it dawned on you how this game works. "You..." I just laughed as you scowled at me and tugged at your restraints. "You fell sleep. That's forfeiting. Now we get to play by my rules. As long as you keep talking, my tongue keeps moving. Tell me what you want...and the more I like what I hear, the more you get."

I closed my eyes to concentrate on your words as you told me how you want to leave marks on me. (I slowly bit your thigh and released so that my teeth dragged across your skin.) How you want me to lick you up. (I ran my tongue up the length of your slit, groaning almost inaudibly at the taste of you...but you could feel the vibration on your clit.) How you want me to fill you till it hurts. (I slipped in two fingers to pressure your g spot. You gasped and stumbled for a moment before gathering your wits.) How you want me to fuck you so hard you can't think. (I added a third finger and picked up speed until you could only grunt.) You tried to keep talking but it came out as fragments splintered by need. "I - want...fuck...uh! Yes..."

The sounds tumbling out of you made it hard to concentrate and I wanted it just as much as you did. I shifted to stay entirely on your clit, massaging with the tip of my tongue as I busied my hands below with the harness. By now your chest was heaving and your hips were swaying with the rhythm of my tongue. I snaked my free arm under your lower back and pulled you into me, burying my face in your cunt like I needed it to breathe. Varying the speed and direction of my strokes brought you to the cusp only to fall back, again, building with no release in sight. "Fuck you..." you hissed angrily. I took a deep breath and sucked your clit between my lips, holding it in a vacuum as I lashed my tongue in what felt like every direction at once.

Your eyes drifted closed again but you were far from sleep, every synapse firing. Your brain shut down and there was only touch, the heat of our bodies, the pounding in your head, the spasms of your legs, the clenching of your fists, the intense rub of my tongue on your skin. You were too far gone to realize your moans had turned into screams, too far gone to realize you'd twisted your wrists out of their restraints, too far gone to see that you were pulling the sheets off the bed and leaving bruises on my arm, too far gone to be aware of anything but the unbearable pulse between your legs.

So when the strap on plunged into you, it was a complete surprise. "FUCK!" You gasped and your eyes flew open; you clutched at my back with newly freed arms, digging your nails in. I wasted no time losing the lead I'd built up, ramming your g-spot before you could catch your breath. Your hips sprung off the mattress, greedily devouring the dildo down to the hilt and grinding downward to feel the stretch. My hips drove vigorously as you jumped to meet me, your hands gripping my ass to pull me to you. Every thrust was deeper, and your cries were reaching a crescendo. Even through the fog, your ears were attuned to noises spilling from my mouth as the strap on passed over my clit. My pace became frantic, slamming into you with desperate speed. You were almost sobbing. Your moans shook my bones, and I had lost the ability to breathe. I felt your muscles tense as your whole body threatened to erupt in orgasm, and it took me with you.

When the pleasure became exquisite to the point of pain, I collapsed and melted into you. And we lay there, panting, shaking, and sweaty, content to keep the silence and feel the other's hearts beat wildly and then slow. After a time I pulled myself up on my elbows, and gave you a gentle kiss.

"So, I guess it's about time we untie your legs." You'd completely forgotten, hadn't you?