I lay on top of my geeky friend to keep him warm…[Part 2]

The teasing continues...

I lay there in silence, pretending to settle down as if I were drifting off to sleep. But really, my pulse was racing. Just knowing that I’d left him in that state, so turned on and trying to keep it together, was driving my pussy wild. I bit my lip, feeling my own body respond to the thought of his hardness, the way he’d been frozen beneath me, helpless and desperate. I knew he wanted me, and something about making him wait made it all the more exciting.

I shifted, pulling the sleeping bag up just enough to cover myself, but not enough to hide my body completely. My nipples were hard against the fabric of my top, and I could feel the heat spreading between my legs, imagining his wide eyes on me. The silence was thick, broken only by the occasional rustle as he tried to get comfortable.

And then… there it was. What I’d been hoping for. The tiniest, barely audible sound—a soft shuffle, the creak of the sleeping bag as he moved. My eyes were closed, but I didn’t need to see to know what he was doing. I could hear the faintest movement beside me, careful and controlled, like he was desperately trying not to wake me. The knowledge sent a thrill through me, knowing he was lying right there, so close, touching himself because he couldn’t help it.

I held back a smile, keeping my breathing slow and steady. If he was going to be brave enough to try, I was going to give him a show.

Carefully, I slipped my hands down and lifted my shirt, pulling it up over my head as quietly as I could. The air was cold against my bare skin, sending a shiver through me. I lay back down, pretending to shift in my “sleep,” my arm flopping casually to my side as if I were completely at ease, unaware that I was exposing myself to him.

A barely audible intake of breath reached my ears, and I knew he was watching me. I stretched out, arching my back a little, my body warm. His movements stopped for a moment, like he was holding his breath, and I could almost feel his eyes on me, tracing the curves of my body as he tried not to make a sound.

My own arousal was making it hard to stay still, my breathing a little quicker as I imagined him, lying there, completely captivated by my body. I let one of my legs shift slightly, stretching out so that the curve of my hip was visible, the sleeping bag barely covering anything as I feigned sleep.

The faint, rhythmic motion started again. I could hear him moving so subtly, the tiniest rustle of fabric, and it was enough to send another jolt of desire through me. I had to stop myself from biting my lip, from allowing my hand to make its natural, instinctive journey down to my aching clit.

I shifted again, rolling onto my side with my back to him, letting the sleeping bag slip just enough to expose my bare back, the curve of my ass barely concealed.

The movements grew slightly faster, a little less careful now, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I shifted again, rolling onto my stomach this time, letting my hips press into the sleeping bag beneath me. My head was turned to the side, my eyes barely open enough to catch a glimpse of him, his face flushed, eyes fixed on my body.

His hand was buried under his own sleeping bag, the tension in his jaw clear as he fought to keep his movements slow, controlled. The sight of him, desperate and trying so hard to hold back, made me want to pull down my shorts and ride his cock right there.

But I couldn’t. This was too much fun.

Without thinking, I let out the softest sigh, shifting my hips slightly. Fuck it–it was now or never. Holding my breath, I pulled down my shorts and rolled onto my back, exposing my freshly shaven pussy to him, knowing my lips would glistening with wetness, that my huge tits would bounce as I turned.

I heard another sound from him; a strangled breath, desperate and needy. He was going for it, stroking himself quickly now, afraid that what he had found might be taken away from him before he could finish.

That’s when I opened my eyes and looked at him. He stared at me, frozen in fear and embarrassment, our eyes locking, his hand still wrapped tightly around his cock.

“Why did you stop?” I asked, my voice soft, my eyes wide and innocent. I kept my gaze steady, looking up at him, well aware my tits and pussy were still on full display.

He swallowed, cheeks flushed, looking at me like a deer caught in headlights. “I—uh—I thought you were asleep,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

I gave him a slow, teasing smile, letting my fingers trail down the curve of my bare hip as I stretched out beside him. “And does that make it okay?”

He was silent, his face turning a deeper shade of red. I could see him holding his breath, caught between embarrassment and desire. I allowed my fingers to travel across my body absently. They instinctively found their way to my nipple, where I pinched myself gently.

“Alex? Are you going to answer me?”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “But…your body…”

“Shhhh,” I whispered, my voice low and intimate. “Show me how you like it, Alex.”

“Do–do what?” he said.

“You know what.”

He looked at me with wide, unsure eyes, but I held his gaze, unwavering. Slowly, he let out the breath he’d been holding, and with a shaky hand, he slid his hand slowly down his erection. He hesitated, glancing at me as if he wasn’t sure he should go on.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, pushing my tits together, my nipples hard from a combination of the cold and my arousal. “I want it.”

As if under a spell, he started moving his hand again, his fingers wrapping around himself, stroking in slow, careful motions. I lay there, watching him, every slow glide of his hand sending a thrill through me. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling, his movements growing bolder.

I let my own fingers trail down my stomach, feeling my own arousal building as I watched him. “Try going a little slower,” I whispered. “Savor it.”

He nodded and obeyed, his hand slowing, his eyes flicking to my body. I watched his reaction as I let my fingers brush down between my thighs, drawing in a slow breath as I spread my legs slightly, letting him see exactly what he’d been so desperate to touch.

His eyes widened and he let out a soft moan, his gaze fixed on me. I could tell he was holding back, trying not to let himself go too soon.

“Take your time, Alex,” I murmured. “We need to discuss your options.”

“My options?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Of course…” I said, my fingers moving toward my clit, the throbbing and aching there demanding attention. “Do you want to hear them?”

“I…I still don’t–”

“Well first of all,” I said, running my hands up my body. “There’s my tits.” I cupped them, squeezing gently, their size making them spill over my fingers, letting my thumbs graze my nipples as they hardened even more. “You can imagine them now, glazed with your cum, right?”

He nodded, his breath slowing, his strokes pausing as his gaze stayed locked on my chest. I allowed him a few moments longer to look before trailing my ringers higher. I licked my lips, making them look as plump and juicy as possible.

“Then there’s my slutty little mouth…” I whispered, opening it for a moment in a perfect “o”. “It would probably feel pretty great to cum down my throat, don’t you think?”

Alex groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he picked up his pace, his eyes glued to my lips.

“Stop,” I said suddenly, reading out and grabbing him by the wrist, stopping him. His hips bucked in response, desperate and needy. “It’s not time yet.”

“Sarah…” he moaned. “Fuck. Please. Oh my god.”

“And last,” I whispered, my voice dropping lower as I spread my legs wider, the mound of my pussy now glistening with wetness. My fingers trailed down and brushed across my clit. I almost came from sudden sensation after so much teasing, my body convulsing, sending a shockwave of movement through my body and tits. “There’s my pussy. You could cum on it or inside it, which would you prefer?”