Just a Little Tease
Just a Little Tease
by Sabrina
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Author's Note; Hi, just a little tease of a story, well a scene, well a bunch of paragraphs... Just a little sex in the afternoon to make us feel all warm and fuzzy inside. This is a little piece from my longer story called, Mexican Summer (Part 2), I hope YOU like it... and thanks for reading, S.
***
Sabrina and Noah make love. Not for the first time.
*
I was on all fours, on the flowered bedspread.
I saw his car pull up on the security camera, I heard him make his way through the front door. He knew I was home my car was parked right next to his. It took him a couple of minutes to come up the stairs. I knew he was teasing me, this was a game that we played.
My hair was very long and blonde, held up on one side by a pink flower clip, so I could show off my large hoops, a pair in each ear. My newly pierced ears. He would see my backside first, I would save my longer lashes for later.
I thought I heard him outside the door. He was going to love my lingerie. Sheer and silky. I was wearing all black, cause sometimes I'm a bad girl. Almost black sheer stockings, hooked onto my garter belt, right under my tiny black panties. My panties were full of nylon and lace. A black demi bra showcasing my 36C breasts. Creating perfect cleavage and hiding just a drop of Obsession perfume. Being a transgirl, my breasts were relatively new, though I almost always appeared to have them even when I was younger. I had breast forms hidden in my lower drawer that I had used for the last 2 and a half years, but now I was a healthy C cup. I needed to borrow money from my parents to pay for my breast augmentation. My mother was going to give me them for Christmas, but that was too weird. Now I pay her in Bi-Monthly installments.
They looked sexy hanging in the sheer bra, just waiting for some male attention. He was happy with them. He was very happy with them, they fit in his mouth so perfectly.
I had on a sheer black top, tied at the waist, with long sheer sleeves. More nylon. I was all boobs and legs. That's what he liked. I wore six-inch high-heeled pumps and they wrapped around my ankles. That's what I liked.
My lips were a dark purple matching my long nails. I had just come back from the salon. I loved to tell him I was having my nails done. "Hi baby, I'm sitting in a nice short skirt with my hands under a UV light letting my nails dry." I would whisper to him over the phone, while I wiggled my toes.
"What color?" He would ask me.
"Something you are going to love." I would tell him. I never gave him a definite answer when we were teasing. "I just noticed my skirt is just a little too short, I might have to change when I get home. I'll put on some leggings."
"I threw out all of your leggings."
"Oh no!"
"Then maybe sweatpants."
"Thay are all gone too." Then a beat of silence. "Are you wearing stockings?"
"Of course."
"Are your legs crossed?" He would ask.
"Not anymore," I would pause and tell him. "There is a man between them." He would laugh. I always sent him pictures of how the girls did my nails. I liked them long but not too complicated. One color was what we liked. Sometimes pink, when I was diva, sometimes black when I made believe I was mean, but most of the time red or purple. I had dozens of heels in those colors, I liked to match.
I heard him outside the door. He knew I was waiting for him.
I don't think he imagined for a second what kind of woman I would become when he met me. I was quiet, I was naive. I wasn't used to men looking at me the way he did. That was almost two years ago. Back then I was meeting him for the first time to suck his cock. I was never crude, I was very nice about it. It was something that I needed to do, to practice. I never imagined that he would be the only man I have had on my lips. He said I was the best. He wanted to know all about me, he now knows everything.
Everything.
The door swung open. "Oh, here you are." He said making me believe he couldn't see what I was wearing.
I was still on all fours, my ass high and slowly wiggling, waiting for someone to come play with me.
"I'm looking for my book." He liked to read, but I needed him inside me.
"I won't let you read, I will scream. I will scream so loud the neighbors will think you are being mean to me again."
He was never mean to me, he was a perfect boyfriend, lover, whatever.
He looked over my shoulder, he looked out the window, he did everything to ignore my gaze and long lashes. He found his book.
I finally caught his eye, he messed up he couldn't keep his eyes off of mine, now he was watching my nylon legs, they were his favorite part of me after my breasts. "If you don't get behind me and make love to me, I'm going to go out to a club and find a man who will."
He laughed. "You so wish you were a whore, but you and I know you are not."
"I could start. I have the cup size for it." I looked at him, I started to stretch.
He was getting undressed. "I'm going to take a shower and then read, maybe watch TV." He told me.
I couldn't take much more of this, he never teased me for this long. "I'm going to be gone, I'm going back to live with Momma Rosa. I got up on my knees and retied my wrap tighter. My perfect boobs on a perfect sight line to his eyes. I slipped off the bed and walked in my Come Fuck Me pumps. He lightly touched my hair.
He couldn't take anymore so he grabbed me. "I can't let you leave." He broke character, I would know Noah's smile anywhere. I let him kiss me on the mouth. His cock was already hard.
I grabbed his manhood. I narrowed my dark lashed eyes. "Don't ever make me wait that long again." I felt myself start to giggle, and I was so excited I thought I would scream for real. Suddenly my head went back and I started to laugh, I couldn't keep it up, I was never good at being a bitch.
He picked me up and laid me on the bed. I stretched and posed as I watched him undress some more. His clothes falling, his chest now in my view.
I gave him his favorite smile. "Would you like me to read to you, while you are fucking me?" I said and then broke into another giggle. By the time I looked up, he was naked and on top of me. His cock aiming for the front of my panties. I let him push me down and I felt our hips connect. I let him push against me, let him practice his aim, let him get hard. I loved this, loved him against the perfectly flat front of my panties.
"Are you Sabrina now?" He asked as he unwrapped my sheer top.
"What do you think?" I teased. My long nail pressed an imaginary button on his hairy chest. And then it was all over, just Sabrina and Noah making love in the late afternoon. He pulled down the front of my bra, letting my boobs out of the cups, and started sucking on my new breasts, one nipple at a time. He called them the best present since the Statue of Liberty. "I'm paying them off!" I would counter. "They are not presents."
He slipped my black silk panties slowly down my nylon legs. I became slightly untucked, but we never focused on what was there, he only focused on the backside like a good boyfriend. He slid his hands on my silky legs, rubbing, feeling my smooth shapely leg. He made his way up to my waist, up to my lacy garter belt. His finger slipped inside me as I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him closer. He would pull back and kiss my belly, and my little reddish/blonde landing strip of hair while his fingers played with me. He could give me an orgasm with just his fingers inside of me and his lips on mine. I felt my eyes getting unfocused and heavy as he went deeper, now with two fingers.
Noah wanted me to play with a silicone toy while he wasn't home, to open myself up more, but I told him ladies don't do that. I was a lady.
We switched positions. He laid down on his back and I licked his hard shaft. "Are you sure this is going to fit inside of me?" I tilted my head, I was being cute.
"Why? Has something happened that I don't remember?"
"Ha, yes maybe baby, but let's not worry about that." One loud kiss and then I started to suck his head, started to run my tongue over the hole and around the perimeter. I shuddered as I tasted his precum, then hardness against my lips, leaving little lipstick prints on him for investigators to find. I sucked him as he watched, as his fingers made designs on my cheeks, as he made a mess of my new hairstyle.
"Ah, feels so good, baby." He arched his back and his cock when a little deeper, hitting the back of my throat. "You feel so good." He started making noise, a little moan, a little heavy breathing, I knew he was enjoying my lips on his penis. I took one last lick while he watched. I swallowed the little bit of pre-cum he left me, then winked, and then gave his hardness a last little kiss.
"Muah."
He moved his body, playfully handling me. I straddled him, my nylons feeling amazing against his rough skin, and slowly descended on his hard cock.
I went slowly. "Oh, fuck." My eyes opened wider. It felt like the first time, every time he entered me. Just a little pressure and then, BAM, perfect, unadulterated, pleasure. He would move as I went up and down on him, using my arms behind me for leverage. I loved how we fucked. I would bounce on his cock, never losing our internal rhythm. Never having him slip out of me. My heels were buried in the mattress astride his thighs. His hands now rubbing my breasts.
He never let me stay in control too long. He liked to cover me with his bigger body. When he was ready to cum he flipped me over and got on top. Nose to nose, his breathing ragged.
"I love you, Sabrina."
"I love you too baby."
And he was in me again. I was so wet, he didn't even have to aim. I never had to help him inside of me. His cock was now pushing completely into my 'pussy' further than before, and we would kiss. He wouldn't stop kissing me until he was about to cum and then he would slink back and watch me. I would try to talk but usually I just muttered the ef word over and over again. I loved the feel of his cock, hard, thick and so hot pushing further and further inside of me. I wanted to scream, but 'a lady' didn't make loud noises, she took control of herself. She saved it all up until it was over.
"Fuck, feels so good, I love this baby." Tears fell down my cheeks, I loved it when we made love. I loved being his girlfriend, his lover.
"I know you do." He then grabbed my hips and pulled me even harder to him. "This is as deep as I can get."
"Don't stop, keep pushing." My legs wrapped around his body again, my heels pushing against his thighs, his skin.
I almost always came with him. I love watching him, watch me. I would try to smile, try to blow a kiss. He was too far away from me, I wanted him closer, I wanted to taste his tongue again, feel his body against me, but he was ready.
"God baby, I'm gonna cum. Do you want it?"
"Of course, I want it all inside of me, I want to feel you."
And then he moaned, the bed shook and I finally got to close my eyes. The feeling of his cum exploding inside me made me orgasm, made me shudder, made my ass squeeze tighter to keep him in longer. He continued to pump as I wiggled. We stayed like this forever, but it was never long enough.
I slowly opened my eyes, he was always in front of me, his mouth waiting to press against mine.
"Your lashes are so long." He smiled, he noticed. We ended with a light kiss. I thanked him for making love to me and he thanked me for teasing him.
I never needed any other reason to stay in bed.
***
The End
by Sabrina
***
Author's Note; Hi, just a little tease of a story, well a scene, well a bunch of paragraphs... Just a little sex in the afternoon to make us feel all warm and fuzzy inside. This is a little piece from my longer story called, Mexican Summer (Part 2), I hope YOU like it... and thanks for reading, S.
***
Sabrina and Noah make love. Not for the first time.
*
I was on all fours, on the flowered bedspread.
I saw his car pull up on the security camera, I heard him make his way through the front door. He knew I was home my car was parked right next to his. It took him a couple of minutes to come up the stairs. I knew he was teasing me, this was a game that we played.
My hair was very long and blonde, held up on one side by a pink flower clip, so I could show off my large hoops, a pair in each ear. My newly pierced ears. He would see my backside first, I would save my longer lashes for later.
I thought I heard him outside the door. He was going to love my lingerie. Sheer and silky. I was wearing all black, cause sometimes I'm a bad girl. Almost black sheer stockings, hooked onto my garter belt, right under my tiny black panties. My panties were full of nylon and lace. A black demi bra showcasing my 36C breasts. Creating perfect cleavage and hiding just a drop of Obsession perfume. Being a transgirl, my breasts were relatively new, though I almost always appeared to have them even when I was younger. I had breast forms hidden in my lower drawer that I had used for the last 2 and a half years, but now I was a healthy C cup. I needed to borrow money from my parents to pay for my breast augmentation. My mother was going to give me them for Christmas, but that was too weird. Now I pay her in Bi-Monthly installments.
They looked sexy hanging in the sheer bra, just waiting for some male attention. He was happy with them. He was very happy with them, they fit in his mouth so perfectly.
I had on a sheer black top, tied at the waist, with long sheer sleeves. More nylon. I was all boobs and legs. That's what he liked. I wore six-inch high-heeled pumps and they wrapped around my ankles. That's what I liked.
My lips were a dark purple matching my long nails. I had just come back from the salon. I loved to tell him I was having my nails done. "Hi baby, I'm sitting in a nice short skirt with my hands under a UV light letting my nails dry." I would whisper to him over the phone, while I wiggled my toes.
"What color?" He would ask me.
"Something you are going to love." I would tell him. I never gave him a definite answer when we were teasing. "I just noticed my skirt is just a little too short, I might have to change when I get home. I'll put on some leggings."
"I threw out all of your leggings."
"Oh no!"
"Then maybe sweatpants."
"Thay are all gone too." Then a beat of silence. "Are you wearing stockings?"
"Of course."
"Are your legs crossed?" He would ask.
"Not anymore," I would pause and tell him. "There is a man between them." He would laugh. I always sent him pictures of how the girls did my nails. I liked them long but not too complicated. One color was what we liked. Sometimes pink, when I was diva, sometimes black when I made believe I was mean, but most of the time red or purple. I had dozens of heels in those colors, I liked to match.
I heard him outside the door. He knew I was waiting for him.
I don't think he imagined for a second what kind of woman I would become when he met me. I was quiet, I was naive. I wasn't used to men looking at me the way he did. That was almost two years ago. Back then I was meeting him for the first time to suck his cock. I was never crude, I was very nice about it. It was something that I needed to do, to practice. I never imagined that he would be the only man I have had on my lips. He said I was the best. He wanted to know all about me, he now knows everything.
Everything.
The door swung open. "Oh, here you are." He said making me believe he couldn't see what I was wearing.
I was still on all fours, my ass high and slowly wiggling, waiting for someone to come play with me.
"I'm looking for my book." He liked to read, but I needed him inside me.
"I won't let you read, I will scream. I will scream so loud the neighbors will think you are being mean to me again."
He was never mean to me, he was a perfect boyfriend, lover, whatever.
He looked over my shoulder, he looked out the window, he did everything to ignore my gaze and long lashes. He found his book.
I finally caught his eye, he messed up he couldn't keep his eyes off of mine, now he was watching my nylon legs, they were his favorite part of me after my breasts. "If you don't get behind me and make love to me, I'm going to go out to a club and find a man who will."
He laughed. "You so wish you were a whore, but you and I know you are not."
"I could start. I have the cup size for it." I looked at him, I started to stretch.
He was getting undressed. "I'm going to take a shower and then read, maybe watch TV." He told me.
I couldn't take much more of this, he never teased me for this long. "I'm going to be gone, I'm going back to live with Momma Rosa. I got up on my knees and retied my wrap tighter. My perfect boobs on a perfect sight line to his eyes. I slipped off the bed and walked in my Come Fuck Me pumps. He lightly touched my hair.
He couldn't take anymore so he grabbed me. "I can't let you leave." He broke character, I would know Noah's smile anywhere. I let him kiss me on the mouth. His cock was already hard.
I grabbed his manhood. I narrowed my dark lashed eyes. "Don't ever make me wait that long again." I felt myself start to giggle, and I was so excited I thought I would scream for real. Suddenly my head went back and I started to laugh, I couldn't keep it up, I was never good at being a bitch.
He picked me up and laid me on the bed. I stretched and posed as I watched him undress some more. His clothes falling, his chest now in my view.
I gave him his favorite smile. "Would you like me to read to you, while you are fucking me?" I said and then broke into another giggle. By the time I looked up, he was naked and on top of me. His cock aiming for the front of my panties. I let him push me down and I felt our hips connect. I let him push against me, let him practice his aim, let him get hard. I loved this, loved him against the perfectly flat front of my panties.
"Are you Sabrina now?" He asked as he unwrapped my sheer top.
"What do you think?" I teased. My long nail pressed an imaginary button on his hairy chest. And then it was all over, just Sabrina and Noah making love in the late afternoon. He pulled down the front of my bra, letting my boobs out of the cups, and started sucking on my new breasts, one nipple at a time. He called them the best present since the Statue of Liberty. "I'm paying them off!" I would counter. "They are not presents."
He slipped my black silk panties slowly down my nylon legs. I became slightly untucked, but we never focused on what was there, he only focused on the backside like a good boyfriend. He slid his hands on my silky legs, rubbing, feeling my smooth shapely leg. He made his way up to my waist, up to my lacy garter belt. His finger slipped inside me as I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him closer. He would pull back and kiss my belly, and my little reddish/blonde landing strip of hair while his fingers played with me. He could give me an orgasm with just his fingers inside of me and his lips on mine. I felt my eyes getting unfocused and heavy as he went deeper, now with two fingers.
Noah wanted me to play with a silicone toy while he wasn't home, to open myself up more, but I told him ladies don't do that. I was a lady.
We switched positions. He laid down on his back and I licked his hard shaft. "Are you sure this is going to fit inside of me?" I tilted my head, I was being cute.
"Why? Has something happened that I don't remember?"
"Ha, yes maybe baby, but let's not worry about that." One loud kiss and then I started to suck his head, started to run my tongue over the hole and around the perimeter. I shuddered as I tasted his precum, then hardness against my lips, leaving little lipstick prints on him for investigators to find. I sucked him as he watched, as his fingers made designs on my cheeks, as he made a mess of my new hairstyle.
"Ah, feels so good, baby." He arched his back and his cock when a little deeper, hitting the back of my throat. "You feel so good." He started making noise, a little moan, a little heavy breathing, I knew he was enjoying my lips on his penis. I took one last lick while he watched. I swallowed the little bit of pre-cum he left me, then winked, and then gave his hardness a last little kiss.
"Muah."
He moved his body, playfully handling me. I straddled him, my nylons feeling amazing against his rough skin, and slowly descended on his hard cock.
I went slowly. "Oh, fuck." My eyes opened wider. It felt like the first time, every time he entered me. Just a little pressure and then, BAM, perfect, unadulterated, pleasure. He would move as I went up and down on him, using my arms behind me for leverage. I loved how we fucked. I would bounce on his cock, never losing our internal rhythm. Never having him slip out of me. My heels were buried in the mattress astride his thighs. His hands now rubbing my breasts.
He never let me stay in control too long. He liked to cover me with his bigger body. When he was ready to cum he flipped me over and got on top. Nose to nose, his breathing ragged.
"I love you, Sabrina."
"I love you too baby."
And he was in me again. I was so wet, he didn't even have to aim. I never had to help him inside of me. His cock was now pushing completely into my 'pussy' further than before, and we would kiss. He wouldn't stop kissing me until he was about to cum and then he would slink back and watch me. I would try to talk but usually I just muttered the ef word over and over again. I loved the feel of his cock, hard, thick and so hot pushing further and further inside of me. I wanted to scream, but 'a lady' didn't make loud noises, she took control of herself. She saved it all up until it was over.
"Fuck, feels so good, I love this baby." Tears fell down my cheeks, I loved it when we made love. I loved being his girlfriend, his lover.
"I know you do." He then grabbed my hips and pulled me even harder to him. "This is as deep as I can get."
"Don't stop, keep pushing." My legs wrapped around his body again, my heels pushing against his thighs, his skin.
I almost always came with him. I love watching him, watch me. I would try to smile, try to blow a kiss. He was too far away from me, I wanted him closer, I wanted to taste his tongue again, feel his body against me, but he was ready.
"God baby, I'm gonna cum. Do you want it?"
"Of course, I want it all inside of me, I want to feel you."
And then he moaned, the bed shook and I finally got to close my eyes. The feeling of his cum exploding inside me made me orgasm, made me shudder, made my ass squeeze tighter to keep him in longer. He continued to pump as I wiggled. We stayed like this forever, but it was never long enough.
I slowly opened my eyes, he was always in front of me, his mouth waiting to press against mine.
"Your lashes are so long." He smiled, he noticed. We ended with a light kiss. I thanked him for making love to me and he thanked me for teasing him.
I never needed any other reason to stay in bed.
***
The End
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