So, this few days, I was feeling under the weather with flu, and Xav kindly accompanied me. He requested to work from home, which his boss graciously allowed, but he had to attend a 1:30 pm meeting daily with the overseas team. While I was resting in his room, he was doing his work and preparation for the call. I can't remember how or why, but Xav decided to touched my thigh randomly.
If you know me well, you'd know that such a touch would typically arouse me, and I would be tempted to engage in some naughty behavior. However, Xav decided to do that right before his important meeting call.
As a result, I was aroused and wanted to touch him, but was rejected as he started the call and told me to rest first. I was feeling quite annoyed and rejected. Maybe it was the flu, but I got so annoyed that I decided to revenge him. I tried a few times to touch him, but his hands were always faster than mine to block it.
This makes me more annoyed that I pulled up my tee and showed him my bare tits (I was behind the screen), but he acted like he didn't see anything.
I was fuming with anger. How dare he act like he didn't see anything? I mean, I had just bared my soul, my body, to him, and he just brushed it off like it was nothing. I could feel the heat rising in my chest,ushed with embarrassment and frustration.
I knew I had to make him see what he had missed. I reached my tee and shorts, and with a swift, removed all my clothing. The air felt cool against my skin, and I could feel my heart racing with anticipation.
You guys should have seen his face; it was behold. His eyes widened in shock, as he tried to process what was happening. Luckily, it wasn't his turn to speak, or else he might have stumbled over his words.
He tried to ask me to wear back my clothes via texts, but the more he wanted, the more I should not follow. I took my time, posing in different positions, showing him my bare firm ass, how I licked my own tits and played with them, teasing him with every movement.
Guess what, it worked so effectively. The bulge in his shorts told the whole story. He was hard as a rock, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
He was struggling to maintain his composure, but I wanted to push him even further, to make him lose control completely.
I lowered myself, and crawled under the table. As I touched his leg, he was actually trying to avoid but how far can he can.
His body jerked in surprise as I suddenly grabbed his erect penis through his shorts, causing him to gasp loudly. He stared at me but there was nothing much he can do.
I then proceed to insert my hand into the side of his shorts (he was wearing a boxer with a polo shirt), and firmly grasp his penis. It was erect and warm. I could even feel the pulsating on his erect member.
He was indeed thinking of something naughty (usually, he can resist me). As I gently squeeze, he lets out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as I increase my pace. I could feel the heat, and I know that he has lost control. I continue to stroke him, feeling the smooth, hard length of him . I know he was trying so hard to maintain himself but who could!
To intensify the situation, I deliberately tightened my grasp on him, increasing my speed with each passing moment. He made a feeble attempt to withdraw, but it was futile. The entire meeting would have witnessed his exposed state in his boxers with a noticeable bulge if he did that.
Eventually, he yielded to his cravings, but that was not the primary objective of my revenge. I continued to stroke him, tormenting his testicles and waiting for the precise moment when his balls contracted. At that point, I abruptly released my grip, leaving him with an agonizing case of blue balls. The transformation in his expression was priceless, swinging between pleasure and disappointment. He attempted to persuade me to continue, but I refused, instead slipping back into my attire and retreating to the living room. As I indulged in my own P time on my phone, he emerged and dragged me back into the room. We then engaged in a playful skirmish before attending to his unresolved blue balls.
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