From the moment we settled into our seats, he reached for me, his fingers lazily tracing circles on my thigh, a teasing caress that sent ripples of anticipation through my body. At first, I welcomed it, enjoying the slow, featherlight strokes, thinking he was only warming up before moving further. But as the minutes passed and the movie played on, I realized something infuriating.
No matter how much I shifted, no matter how obviously I spread my legs or guided his hand towards where I needed him most, he stubbornly refused to go any higher. His fingers remained fixed on my thigh, grazing, squeezing, stroking, but never crossing the threshold I was silently begging him to. It was maddening. Every time I attempted to encourage him, sliding his hand closer, he would simply chuckle under his breath, as if fully aware of my growing frustration.
The worst, or perhaps the best part was that his persistent teasing worked. My body responded helplessly, growing hotter and wetter with every passing moment. By the time the movie reached its climax, I was in my own private torment, so soaked that I could feel the cool dampness against my skin. I was wearing a decent denim shorts. My breath was uneven, my pulse erratic, and yet he acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
When the credits rolled and the lights came up, he finally withdrew his hand, leaving me there, flustered and aching. He stood up, stretched, and carried on as if he hadn’t just driven me to the brink of madness. The audacity. I wanted to call him out on it, to demand an explanation, but I held back, too aware of the lingering heat between my thighs and the way my body still pulsed with unsatisfied need.
It wasn’t until we got back to the car that things took an unexpected turn. As soon as the doors closed, he started by gently caressing my neck, tracing his fingers along my collarbone, and then slowly moved down to my breasts(I was wearing a normal tee and bra). He knew exactly how to touch me, the grabbing and how to make me shiver with anticipation. I could feel my nipples harden under his touch, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
He then moved his hand lower, tracing the button of my shorts and band of my thong before slipping his fingers beneath it. I gasped as his fingers brushed against pubic area then my clit, already swollen and sensitive from the earlier teasing. He began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, and I could feel my arousal growing.
I reached for his hand, trying to guide it lower, but he resisted, keeping his focus on my clit. I whimpered in frustration, wanting more, needing more. I tried to spread my legs wider, to give him better access, but he simply pulled his hand away, leaving me aching and desperate.
After a while, he finally relented, slipping his fingers lower and sliding one inside me. I gasped at the feeling and my body clenching around him. He began to move his fingers in and out, slowly at first, and then faster, building up a rhythm that had me moaning and writhing in the seat.
I attempted to reach for his dick, wanting to feel him, but he caught my hand and shook his head and I whined in protest. He just grinned, continuing to fuck me with his fingers, driving me higher and higher.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. As soon as he inserted the 2nd finger, with some intense rubbing on my G-spot, I came with a cry, my body shuddering and shaking as the orgasm tore through me.
I didn’t expect it to hit me so hard. It was like something inside me unlocked. My whole body tightened, not in pain, but in this overwhelming tension that demanded release. The pleasure wasn’t just localized, it spread, radiating through my thighs, my chest, even up into my fingertips.
My muscles clenched rhythmically, especially deep inside, where he was still pressing and stroking. I couldn’t control it; my hips bucked, my legs trembled, and I felt like I was being unraveled from the inside out.
What made it even more intense was that he didn’t stop. He kept going and his fingers moving just the way I needed them to. It was almost too much. My body kept reacting, spasming around him, and I found myself gasping, unable to catch my breath. I could feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes, not from pain, but from sheer overstimulation.
It wasn’t just one orgasm. It kept rolling, looping over itself. My brain fogged over, and for a moment, I wasn’t thinking. I could felt palpitation but all I could do was hold on as wave after wave rolled through me. It was the kind of orgasm that leaves you limp, breathless, and completely undone.
As i finally catch my breath, he lower my seat, and came on top of me. As he leaned in close and we kissed, I knew he was finally going to give me what I needed. He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, and I reached for it eagerly. After pulling on the standby condom, I guided his dick towards my entrance. I shall not continue the details here but we all in all, he went soft after the 2nd round, after cumming on my pubic area.
We collapsed back against the seat, both of us panting and gasping for breath. We rested for a while before he tidy back his clothing while I was still trying to relax my tension. Ends up, my tit was still exposed and shorts was still missing, as we drove off the gantry.
We collapsed back against the seat, both of us panting and gasping for breath. We rested for a while before he tidy back his clothing while I was still trying to relax my tension. Ends up, my tit was still exposed and shorts was still missing, as we drove off the gantry.
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