Chapter 3 For but a moment green eyes looked over it with envy, and hunger. Their fathomless depths mingled with wanton lust and desire, melded with a rather impish glint which came from the knowledge I'd be sated. Even if it ment relief came from my own two hands! I squirmed, I could feel the juices as they slowly seeped from me, to trickle along the valley of my sex, through the crack of my soft place. I could feel the pool forming beneath me. A quiver ran through me, soft placeualting every nerve as I drew the length closer.

Letting it glide over the silk of my blouse. The bulbous head pressing the exquisite silk against my heated, sweat slicked flesh, and yet the festivites had just begun! So sensitive to touch I was at this point I could feel every bump and ridge it held. Plush lengthsuckers fell open allowing a heated moan to escape as it slid like a serpent through the valley of my cleavage. A sharp gasp followed suit as my body twitched, my inner walls clenching with the anticipation, of what would eventually come. Any man worth his salt would realize that foreplay was such a playing turn on for me.

Well if he was smart and paid attention he'd see such and learn from it.

The head slipped up and over the rounded curves of my breast. A slow spiral made towards the center to connect with my throbbing nipple. That small, rock hard bud sending jolts of pleasure through me. A throaty, needy lil groan trickled forth. My feet pressed against my desk, my head was once more cast back against my chair. I could hear the whispering hiss as my long, dark mane washed over the fabric to settle in soft waves, and coils about me. My eyes closed once more as my chest rose and fell with soft, swift gasps for air. The phallus slowly crept across the canyon seated between my breasts to slowly perform the same treatmentto the other. My free hand had slid down along my body, to once more move to the junction of my legs.

Hot, steaming folds were coaxed apart, and I began to rub anew.

My swollen personal place throbbed, and pulsed beneath the swirling, rubbing pressure of my unrelenting index finger. My breathing was becoming ragged as my finger dipped down at random intervals, moving to tease over my tight lil opening, yet never enter.

Dredging up along with it a slick of moistness to be smeared over my hot lil button. By now my hips were rocking, rolling, thrusting up against my hand as soft moans spilled from me. My breath was becoming ragged, clipped little gasps, snatches of air that were turned into sounds of pleasure when released. As the head finaly made its journey to my other swollen nipple, I continued to rub, and tease those soft, swollen folds. Although I had only seen him fully clothed, I envisioned Jake was there with me. He'd alread shed his shirt, and it was his hand that was between my tender, splayed open thighs.

His hand I was being pleasured by, and not my own. I could just imagine the sight of his sun kissed flesh, and the defined cut of his muscles beneath. Feel the heat of his body, as well as take in his scent. Even if it was only my imagination, I was "drunk" with pleasure. Sweat made my body glisten, pasting my silk blouse to my flesh. A low grown of desire was torn from my throat as the length glided over the peak of my other throbbing nipple which was almost visable through the thin sheath of silk over it. A tremor coursed through me as that thick shaft began to slink into the valley of my cleavage once again. Creeping higher, and higher at a painstakingly slow....

teasing pace! A low growl of frustration, laced with a whimper of sheer need arose.

Yet I was torturing myself with that unrelenting rubbing upon my personal place. My movements were more carnal, more heated, and some might say lewd in nature.

I didn't care, I was focused upon sating the burning need within me. I could feel the urge to cum welling up inside of me. A force that was building within the very core of my being. Brewing there like a growing, almost angry storm. Building steam and pressure like a gyser. The tone of my voice had grown rather husky with a smokey twinge to it.

I was thankful the back of my chair was butted up against the wall. Surely it would have toppled over by now, and even if such had been the case, I highly doubt that would have stopped me. "OOohhh god...

Ooohhh god..." My voice a strained, breathless whisper.

Normally I was very loud, very vocal, it was almost like a curse of sorts. Nothing like having your neighbors bang on the walls, ceiling, or floors at three am! Those were the old days when I had to dwell in apartments! I could feel my climax welling up inside me, gathering force like a tidal wave forming out at sea. Building in size, and strength as it races towards distant shores. "Playkk...

" Another hiss of unadulterated pleasure seeping past lips that begged to be kissed.

By now the head of my toy had started to glide up over the crest of my chin.

Slowly moving to sweep over the expanse of ruby red lips. My body twitched, back flexing as my muscles suddenly seized. My orgasm had risen swiftly, almost taking me by surprise! A scream of pleasure had started to well up inside me. Rising up along the slender column of my throat, and yet it died before it slipped past my lips. Muffled, and muted by the length I had more, or less shoved into my mouth.

My screams battered the toy as I kept it buried within my mouth. My body writhing uncontrolably as I came. Almost animalistic thrusts, and grinds of my hips were made against my hand as I climaxed.

I could feel my inner walls, clamping down so tightly as they rippled and spasmed. Seeking something to grasp and tug upon. Slowly my screams began to lessen, returning to those soft moans, and groans once more.

Slowing in time with the movements of my hips.

Only when I knew I was past the point of the need and desire to scream, did I allow my toy to leave the heated, wet cavern of my mouth. Puckered lips let it slip free with a pop. It glistened with a coating of my saliva, small rivulets had begun to trickle down along the long, thick shaft. Slowly I lowered it between my wide opened thighs.

Letting the head slip between my parted lips. My inner walls were still convulsing at random intervals. A gasp rose as I slid the head and the entire length of the phallus along my teasing wet slit. Pressing it over my swollen personal place.

Feeling every bump along its length which made me quiver.

My thighs were quaking uncontrolably. Shapely hips still rocked and bucked, only softly now as I rubbed the shaft along my sex.

My flowing juices coating it, making it slick. Would Jake tease me in this fashion!? Rub his length along my hungry lil sex!? Again all I had was my vivid imagination, and for now it was serving me rather well. God I could only hope so! If only in my dreams. ..... to be continued.. Grins Ok ladies and gents please feel free to comment, and vote. This being my first story, input helps, and tells me if I should continue writting! Thank you! height16 src"http:graphics.pop6imagescommonchatsmilieswink.gif" width16> Live like you were dying.