X-Archived-At: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: bannerboy1@aol.com (BannerBoy1) Subject: She's A Teaser 3-by MIKE HUNT “Not much. Nothing really, the dress hasn’t lifted enough to let me see anything.” It was a lie, but not by much. I could just barely see a few wisps of pubic hair and the very edge of her cunt lips. But it was honest enough to keep the conversation going. “So how about now?” She leaned forward and bent into a sideways “L”, with the top half of her body parallel to the floor. If I were on the other side, I’d have been looking right down her blouse. From this side the view was at least as interesting. “Oh yes, I can start to see it now. Yes, yes, it’s coming into view. It’s really a pretty little pussy.” I was starting to get comfortable. “I can almost see the lips now.” Another lie. I had a perfect view of her cunt lips. I saw that her entire region was a bit puffy. Perhaps she was having the same sort of blood flow reaction that I was. I hoped so. “So if I were to bend over to pick up a dime off the floor, like this...” She bent over fully. “You’d be able to see everything. And of course at a business dinner that wouldn’t be a good thing, probably.” She didn’t move, staying bent over for my viewing pleasure. “This is really being helpful. Thanks a lot. I really appreciate it.” “Oh that’s alright. What are neighbors for if not to help out?” I gallantly replied. She was still bent at the waist. I drank it in. As she slowly straightened up, I said “I have an idea that might help. Turn around.” She stood up and faced me. I reached out with both hands and pinched the dress at her waist and gave a little tug down. “If the dress were just a little longer, maybe you wouldn’t have this problem.” I knew it was a joke, and so did she, but she played along. “Well, maybe. But now I’m worried about something else. If the bottom comes down, the top comes down a little bit too. Here, look. If I were to accidentally bring my arms forward like this and hug myself...” She wrapped her arms under her breasts and squeezed up as she said it, and the effect was electric. Her breasts rose up like half moons out of the bodice of the dress. I could even see just the top part of the circles of her nipples, which were beginning to grow and darken. “See, that wouldn’t be good.” She paused for a moment, then continued. “Oh, I’m such a terrible tease.” “Well that’s true. I mean about what happens if you hug your sides. And yes, you are a terrible tease, but there are worse things, I suppose. Anyway, if you were just careful and didn’t squeeze yourself like that, maybe you wouldn’t have to worry so much about the bottom of the dress.” “OK, tell me know if this is better.” With that she turned around and began to lean over again. The effect was the same. But this time her legs were apart by a few inches. As she reached 90 degrees, I had a perfect view of her cunt. “Oh, I’m afraid you’re right,” I said. “I can still see your pussy, right here, staring me in the face. So if you were to bend over and pick up that dime...” As I said it, she involuntarily did it, giving me a 100% view. “Yep, I was right. I sure can see everything now. Absolutely everything. And I should say it’s really a great looking snatch.” What a cunt! Whew. Suddenly she straightened up and turned to face me. “OK, let’s see those shorts. It’s been a few minutes. Let’s see how you look now without the boner.” “Are you crazy?” I exclaimed. “After the last couple of minutes, you think my dick got smaller? What have you been smoking?” “Hey, you promised,” she protested. “Stand up.” I did. If there had been a tent in the front of the boxer shorts before, now it was like the whole Ringling Brothers circus had moved in. “Whoops,” she giggled. “Guess it didn’t work. Goodness, and what a boner. You’re really going to destroy my husband’s shorts if you’re not careful.” “Sorry,” I replied. “So just take it out, and relieve the pressure,” she suggested. “Just take it out?” I asked. “Sure. At least we won’t have to worry about crushing your friend in there,” she replied. “Perhaps you’d like to help?” I fairly implored. “Now now, you know the rules. Anyway, I think you’re just trying to get something started that shouldn’t,” she said. ME! HAH! “You’re just trying to get me to grab ole’ wet willy there, and goodness knows where that could lead. Nope. You do it.” “OK. OK.” And I stood up, and with a few bumps and grinds of my hips, managed to arrange my dick so it was ready to poke out of the flap in the front. I was in a funny crouched position, perfectly vertical except for my pelvis, which I was trying to keep back, which would keep my rigid rod back as well. She said, “Come on, come on, stop stalling. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. You think I’ve never seen a guy’s dick before? For heaven sakes, I’m not even interested in seeing your dick. I just want to see if the pants will look good without all that strain behind them.” YEAH. SURE. I thought. I poked the head of my dick out through the flap. Her eyes were drawn to it like metal to a magnet. As I straightened up out of my crouch, my dick continued to march forward, an inch at a time. “Oh yes, I see. That’s much better,” she said. Look how nice and smooth the pants fit you. Almost like a glove.” “Well if it were a glove, there’d be another finger in the front to keep me warm.” We both laughed. “Just a little joke,” I said. “Anything but little,” she retorted. She bent down in front of me, as if to inspect the pants. Her hands went up to the cloth to smooth it. She grabbed at the front panel and gave a little tug both down and back, and my balls popped out through the flap. “Perfect,” she said. “Now look at how smooth the pants lay.” She gently stroked the cloth, somehow managing to stroke the front of the shorts without ever actually touching me. As she stroked the pants, she smoothed the material across my pubic hair, then down between my legs and under my balls. “And look how cute the set is together,” she said. With that she brought her panties up in front of me, holding them by their sides. As she held them out in front of her, and moved them toward the matching shorts, the panties lightly brushed against my throbbing cock. She held the panties up against my shorts, as though she were contemplating their color coordination or something. I thought I would blow my load at that moment, but managed to restrain myself. She continued to move the panties up and down, then back and forth lightly against my dick. The torture was exquisite. “Ah god, that feels great,” I exclaimed. At that, she seemed to snap back to attention. “Oops,” she said. “Almost got carried away. This teasing stuff is hard.” “That’s not all,” I interrupted. “You know what I mean, difficult. But there’s a line and that’s that.” “Don’t you ever get carried away,” I said perhaps with more than a cupful of frustration in my voice. “Don’t be silly,” she replied. “I’m always in control. Here, look.” She pushed me back and I stumbled against my high-backed chair. As I sat down she moved toward me. With one leg on the outside of each of mine, she sat down on my lap, straddling me. She was just inches in front of me, her passionate pussy resting barely in front of my throbbing dick. She grabbed the two upright posts of the chair back for support. “See?” she said, not totally convincingly. “There’s nothing going on here that shouldn’t be. I can stop anytime I want. It’s no big deal.” “Believe me it’s big, and getting bigger,” I said. “Oh sure,” she replied. If it gets any bigger, it’ll be poking me in the forehead.” “It’s pretty close now,” I told her. -- Story Submission: Moderator Contact: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site (could be better):