So over Christmas I had a really fun experience. An old flame of mine met up with me at a school reunion and we hit it off hard.
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For context, Lauren, is a gorgeous little blonde girl, maybe 170 cm and super toned. She's a darling. But after we graduated, we just sort of drifted apart due to distance and it resulted in us deciding to call it quits. We still talk from time to time but as we both are in college, we just don't talk as often.
Now, at our little reunion, we were at an event center for a friend's birthday (an excuse for everyone to get together in truth) and the two of us met up close to the beginning. As soon as she saw me, she latched on almost instantly, which was somewhat awkward given her boyfriend being right there but as an aspiring politician, I kept my cool. We talked about classes and Christmas celebrations, as well as reliving memories. The typical stuff one does at a reunion. But at one point, we found ourselves at a table by ourselves, her boyfriend off getting drinks for a friend of his and she started making flirty comments towards me.
As she made her moves more and more obvious, we moved closer and closer until our chairs were basically touching. Her dress that night was gorgeous, a red dress that hugged her body and left very little of her form to imagining. Now, we had been sitting with our backs to one wall of the giant room and most of the rest of the place before us. Nobody was at our table either, which gained us a moment of privacy for when she guided my hand to her leg and hiked up her dress. Red panties to match the outerwear. God this girl was good at getting me going.
I placed a single finger along her leg as she gave me a view of her delightful undergarments, dragging my digit up from her knee to her thigh and offering a bit of a tickle, all while making it out that we were talking like normal, if somewhat closely.
"Don't you fucking tease me like you did before, you know I can't handle it."
I had to smirk at that remark, back before we had drifted apart, she had spent some nights at my house, usually during a stressful time of school and we helped eachother through the bullshit. I had a habit of drawing out the act so that she could get a seriously strong moment of relief. She never failed to enjoy it. Nor did I.
I smiled at her, pretending as though she just made a joke even though my hand was just next to her panties now, stroking her leg back and forth.
"Don't worry darling, I'm sure you're as good at those breathing exercises as ever, besides, I don't have the luxury of privacy right now."
She gave me a look that was somewhere between frustration and pleasure, probably both feeding off the other. I leaned in to her ear and whispered "patience darling, I'll give you what you want, just be patient."
She whined at that, hand clutching my arm as she shivered from my touch. I gave her a little peck behind the ear, an intimate spot of hers' that I knew she enjoyed having touched. She melted into a fit of shivers and whimpers while I withdrew, not far enough to be shocking but enough that it wouldn't be accurate. I looked for her boyfriend then. Still across the room, downing another glass of punch, probably his third or fourth. I also kept an eye out for anyone else, but most people were focused on eachother or the dancing.
I turned back to Lauren, my darling was just getting over her recent round of shivers when I decided to induce another, taking her hand, I kissed along her palm and then down her arm, ending off with a bit of a nibble on her forearm. She jumped in her chair, hand going towards her nether regions as I gripped her hand in support, offering an anchor. Her nails dug into the back of my hand. I loved this. She was such a good sport about being teased like this and I appreciated her remembering our old methods of teasing.
It was at this point that I decided to remove all pretense of teasing. I had her in my hands like putty but I wanted her to at least leave this party with a token of my affection. I could feel the tension in her, not just stress but also her sexual tension, the feeling of someone who needed to be given a moment of pleasure that they could savor. I intended to oblige her, the Darling.