a man watching a woman in black lace suspenders, a nipple-exposing corset, and six-inch heels.
“I really very urgently need to touch you,” he says.
“Maybe…but it’s my turn.”
Naked but for my sensible cotton panties and my knee socks, I squat on my haunches and run my hand up the inside of his long, hard thigh, brush past his balls, and explore the strands of muscle, the bones and ribs rising from smooth surfaces of flesh and skin. His blush has deepened, and his chest looks as if he had been out too much in the sun. This may be the only time I’ll get to touch him like this.
“I seem to end up naked all the time when we meet, while you hide inside that tweed armor of yours.” Careful not to squash any sensitive parts, I climb onto the sofa, my knees between his, stretch out along his naked length, adjust my hips, and close my thighs tightly around his erection.
“Am I too heavy like this—?”
His half scathing, half desperate grunt is answer enough. He stares at me, helpless in his arousal, and then his head sinks back and he closes his eyes.
“This is torture.”
Stretched out on top of Giles Cleveland I move my hips in slow, deliberate gyrations and clench the muscles in my thighs, using his rock-hard cock as an instrument of stimulation, which does nothing for my detachment but feels absolutely wonderful.
“Is that nice?”
“Nice! A nice Jewish girl shouldn’t even know what to do with a foreskin…certainly not…not know how to—oh, yesss!”
“Shmuck,” I whisper against his throat, keeping up my restrained but effective medium-dry humping.
“W-What?”
“That’s what shmuck means. It’s Yiddish for foreskin. Well, actually, what it means is jewelry.”
He has to laugh. “Well, I can’t tell you how ecstatically glad I am right now that I still have mine!”
“One can do strange and wonderful things with them. I’ll show you.”
I roll off him and with my fingertips deftly manipulate the creamy, silky skin around the hard shaft underneath. Now we are both looking down past his flat belly, and I adore the sight of his arched cock between my fingers. Giles catches his breath and releases it in a hiss.
“Sit on me…ride me. I need to feel you. There are some condoms in the bathroom cupboard. I think.”
I am tempted to do as he asks—but no. I want to remain in control. I want to turn the tables on him and make him come while I’m watching him.
I push my hands underneath his buttocks and cup the smooth, firm globes, lift his hips a few inches higher to arch the middle of his body. His fingers grope for mine, and we hold hands while I do what I can to give him the blowjob of his life. I’m so caught up in what I’m doing, so aroused myself now by the noises he makes in response to my manipulations, that I almost miss my cue. With my wrists supporting his balls, I can feel him tightening, ready to explode. I let him slide out of my mouth with a plop and wrap both hands around the hot, moist shaft.
“Why wouldn’t you let me touch you, earlier?”
“What? God!” he cries and rolls his hips to maintain some friction. “Don’t stop! D-Don’t stop now!”
“But I’m not stopping at all,” I object sweetly. “I’m just pausing!”
“I’m going to get you for this!” He thrashes around on the sofa, trying to loosen his shackles.
“Yes, Professor Cleveland, sir, but not yet.”
Very slowly I pump him inside the tube of my hand and fingers while I kiss and lick my way up from the tender, defenseless flesh above his hairline to his warm throat that smells more intensely of Giles than ever, and to his mouth.
“Tell me,” I whisper between slow, deep kisses that he receives almost passively; he is too far gone. I hadn’t been sure whether to expect that he would relax, after his initial discomfort at being tied up. But when he opens his eyes they are blank with sensation.
“Hmm?” His voice comes from somewhere deep in his throat, low and hoarse.
“Why you wouldn’t let me touch your cock when we were making out in your office.”
He closes his eyes again and swallows before he answers. My hand maintains a slow, steady rhythm of stimulation, and I can tell that he has about five percent of his consciousness available to answer my question.
“Because I thought I’d be able to keep my hands off you, if you…didn’t want me. But I