Engaged (MF; tease; seduction; mast)
By CanadianTease
(C) 2014

Rob ran past the fountain in the courtyard and pressed himself
into the building’s entrance to get out of the rain.  He found
her name immediately, an apartment on the second floor.  He
pressed the button and waited, hoping.  Just before he was about
to press again he heard her voice.  He recognized it at once,
even through the tinny intercom.  “Oui?” she said.  “Qui est-ce?”

“Uh, it’s me, Rob.  Rob Burton.”

“Rob - Robbie?  My little Robbie?”

Rob blushed.  “Well, yeah, but I’m not, you know, little any
more.”

Her laugh bubbled through the intercom.  “No, I guess not,” she
said.  “It’s been a while since I was your babysitter.  You
remember that, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah,” he said quickly, “I do, sure.”

There was a pause.  “Hey, Robbie, here’s a little test – what was
our favorite babysitting game?”

“Tie-up,” he said without hesitation.

She laughed.  “Right!” she said.  “Okay, you pass the test, come
on up.”  The door buzzed and Rob pushed it open.  A staircase on
the left led upwards.  He walked up one flight, and knocked on
one of the two doors in the hallway, the one with her number on
it.  It opened immediately.

“Robbie!”  The woman who greeted him was tall, with a trim yet
voluptuous figure, and blond hair that was tied back in a
pony-tail.  Her face was startlingly pretty and intelligent, with
clear blue eyes and full lips.  She was barefoot, and wore faded
jeans and a light blue sweatshirt.

“Uh, hi, Anita.”

“Get in here, you,” she said, “Oh my God, look at you, you’re
taller than I am now!”  She took him by the shoulders and pulled
him into the apartment.  Stepping back she looked him up and down
appraisingly.  “Oh, Robbie,” she said, “it is so amazing to see
you!”  She moved to him and gave him a hug, pressing herself
against him.  She pulled back and looked into his eyes, then
kissed him full on the lips.  The kiss was brief but he felt a
fleeting touch of her tongue between his lips before she stepped
back again, beaming at him.  “But you’re soaking wet!” she said.
“Come get this wet stuff off before you catch your death.”

Rob took off his jacket, and Anita insisted that he take off his
sweater as well, which had gotten wet in the downpour.

“There,” she said, “that’s better.  You feeling cold?  I’ll turn
up the heat.”

“No, I’m okay,” he said, “this is good.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, and adjusted the thermostat on the
wall.  “Now go sit down and I’ll make some hot tea.”  She pointed
to a long leather couch against the wall in the living room.  “Or
I could make cocoa for you, the way I did when you were a little
boy.  You feeling like a little boy tonight, all cold and lost?”
She winked at him with a mischievous grin.

Rob laughed.  “No, tea is good,” he said.  “Can’t remember the
last time I had cocoa.”

“Well, we’ll have to stir up some old memories when I get back,”
she said, disappearing into the kitchen.  “It’s been years!”  Rob
started towards the living room, then looked down at his feet and
stopped.

“Uh, Anita,” he called.  “Is it okay if I take off my shoes? 
They’re kinda wet and I don’t want to get your rug all messed up.

“Of course!” she said, poking her head around the corner of the
room.  “You can take off anything you like!”  She wrinkled her
nose playfully and winked.  “Just kidding,” she said, and
disappeared back into the kitchen.

Rob kicked off his shoes and went into the living room.  He sat
down on the couch, running his hand along the luxurious, tawny
leather of the cushions.  A coffee table was in front of the
couch, covered with several books.  They appeared to be text
books and journals on psychology, as well as an open notebook. 
He glanced at the notebook whose pages were covered with writing
in a neat, precise hand, which he took to be Anita’s.

“Were you working?” he called out to the kitchen.  “I didn’t mean
to disturb you – I mean I could go if you’re busy, maybe come
another time?”

Anita came into the living room carrying a tray.  “No, don’t
worry about that,” she said, putting the tray down on the coffee
table next to the books.  “I was ready for a break anyway.”  She
gathered up the books and papers and moved them to another table,
then sat down on the couch next to him.  “Here you go,” she said,
handing him a cup.  As he took a sip she took a plate of small
flakey pastries from the tray.  “Here, try one of these – real
mille-feuille, I got them at a little pâtisserie on Saint Denis.”
 She took one and nibbled at it delicately as she offered the
plate to him.

“Good,” he said.  “Nice.”  He took care not to drop any crumbs on
his lap or the couch.  He looked towards the books on the table
across the room.  “So, were you studying or something?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Anita said, “doing research, actually.  I’m a little
behind schedule on my Master’s thesis, so I grab what time I can
when I’m not in school or working.”

“Master’s, wow,” Rob said.  “I heard you were going to school but
I didn’t know you were going, you know, so far.”

Anita shrugged.  “I like it,” she said.  “I wasn’t really the
student type when I was a kid, but then I got interested. 
Especially in psychology, what makes people tick and all, you
know?”  She drew her legs up on the couch and turned towards him,
moving very close.  “But tell me about you, Robbie, what have you
been up to?” She reached up to move a strand of wet hair off his
brow.

“Actually, I’m in school too,” he said.  “Concordia, I started
last year.”

“Really!  Good for you.  What are you studying?”

“Not sure yet; maybe engineering.”

“Fantastic!  I always knew you were a smart kid.  Gosh, when did
we last see each other?  Was it a wedding or something like
that?”

“Yeah, when my sister Dory got married.”

“Right!  I remember now.  How long ago was that?”

“Uh, about five years ago.  Yeah, five.”

“Wow.  Yes, I remember.  You were so shy at the reception.  I
made you do a slow dance with me, remember?”

Rob blushed.  He often remembered that dance, especially during
solitary self-pleasuring sessions in bed at night.  He hadn’t yet
shot up in height, and had been a full head shorter than
nineteen-year-old Anita.  As he danced with her he found himself
staring straight ahead at her ample bust, at the tops of her
breasts swelling above the neckline of her low-cut dress.  He
felt a twitch between his legs at the memory.  “Yeah,” he said,
his voice cracking.  He cleared his throat.  “Uh, yeah, I hope I
didn’t step on your feet too much.”

“Oh, you were so cute!” she said, tousling his damp hair.  “No,
you didn’t step on my feet.  You were so serious, concentrating
on your steps, I guess.  I couldn’t even get you to look up at
me!”

“Sorry,” he said.  She laughed and gave him a light punch in the
shoulder.

She took a sip of her tea then put the cup back on the table. 
“So tell me,” she said.  “You have a girlfriend, Robbie?  Meet
anyone nice at school?”  She watched his face over her teacup.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, “well, sort of.”

Anita raised her eyebrows.  “Sort of?” she said.  “How can you
‘sort of’ have a girlfriend?”  She chuckled.  “Does she know
she’s your girlfriend?”

Rob glanced at her quickly then looked away.  “Well, yeah, of
course she knows,” he said.  “I mean, I’m not stalking her or
anything.”  He shifted uncomfortably on the couch.  “She’s just …
well, it’s sort of complicated.”

Anita put her hand briefly on his leg.  “I’m sorry,” she said. 
“I was just joking.  So – it’s complicated.  How do you mean?”

Rob took a deep breath.  “She, well, she … I mean she says she
loves me, and I love her, but when we’re together she doesn’t
seem to, you know, seem to be interested in doing things that are
… well, fun.”

“You mean sex?” Anita said.

“Uh, yeah, I mean we get real hot together, you know, and she
seems ready to really get into it, but then she’ll just say
something like, oh, it’s late, I have to get home, or she’s not
in the mood, or she’s not ready, even though just before she said
things that really sounded like she was ready!  I just can’t
figure her out.”

“Hm,” Anita said, taking a sip of tea.  “When was the last time
you saw her?”

Rob was silent for a long moment.  “Tonight,” he said finally.

“Tonight?” Anita said.  “You saw her tonight?”

“Yeah, uh, I was with her before I came here.”

Anita grinned.  “And why did you come here?”

Rob stared at the floor, embarrassed.  “Uh, I thought, I don’t
know, I thought maybe you could give me advice or something, I
mean I’ve known you a long time, and…”

“Advice from the one who taught you how to play tie-up?” Anita
interrupted.

“No!  I mean yes, or maybe, I thought … Oh I don’t know!”  He was
blushing furiously now.  “I was just walking around in the rain
and I thought of you … oh shit I’ll just go now, I was so dumb! 
This is weird.”  He started to get up.

“Don’t be silly,” Anita said, pulling him back down on the couch.
 “You’re not going anywhere!”  She pulled him around to face her.
 “It’s not weird at all.  You’ve been having frustrating
experiences with a girl, and it’s totally natural for you to be
drawn to someone you had nice times with in the past.  Many men
sometimes have fantasies about their mothers for that reason.”

“My mother!” Rob cried, shocked.  “I’ve never…”

“No, no, I didn’t say that you have!  All I’m saying is that
early crushes can have staying power.  When I was your babysitter
– how old were you? – ten, I think, when I was fifteen? – we had
nice times together, and those warm memories will be with you
forever.  So when you have difficulties with your girlfriend…what
is her name?”

“Danielle.”

“When you have problems with Danielle then it’s not only natural
for you to seek out someone like me again, it’s inevitable.”

“I guess,” Rob said, shrugging.  “But I don’t think of you as my
mother!”

“I hope not,” Anita said, laughing.  “I’m only five years older
than you, and I don’t think your mother ever lay on the floor
with her hands behind her back, pretending to be tied up, and
then tied you up and tickled you!”

“No,” Rob laughed, “I think I would have remembered that!”

Anita laughed and clapped her hands.  “You’re getting your sense
of humor back, now that’s the little Robbie I remember!”  She
reached for her tea cup, then put it back down.  “You know what,”
she said, “I’m in the mood for some wine.  Would you care to join
me?  Are you allowed to have wine, little Robbie?”  She winked at
him, her blue eyes sparkling.

“Well, I guess it’s okay as long as you don’t tell my mother on
me,” he said with a grin.

“Good!” she said, jumping up from the couch and heading for the
kitchen.  “Now don’t you run away,” she said, wagging a finger at
him as she left the room.  “I’ll just be a minute or two.”  In
the kitchen she took an opened bottle of sauvignon blanc out of
the refrigerator and put it on the counter.  Then she went across
the hall into her bedroom.  When she came out a short time later
the jeans had been replaced by a short, tie-dyed cotton skirt,
and her hair had been released from the ponytail and now hung
loosely in gentle waves to her shoulders.  She’d removed the
sweatshirt, leaving the loose, midriff-baring t-shirt she’d worn
underneath it.  Her breasts swayed under the cutoff tee as she
walked, unencumbered by a brassiere.  She retrieved the bottle
and two glasses from the kitchen and returned to the living room.

“Here we are,” she said, holding up the wine and glasses.

“Wow,” Rob said, taking in her change of wardrobe.  “You look
nice.”

“Well, it’s a special occasion, you know,” she said.  “It
wouldn’t be right to stay in my knock-around clothes for a
reunion with my little Robbie.”  She walked to the couch and set
the bottle and glasses on the coffee table.  Sitting down next to
him she poured them each a glass of the pale yellow wine.  She
raised her glass and clinked it against his.  “Here’s to tie-up
buddies!” she said, winking as she took a sip.

Rob grinned shyly.  “Yes,” he said, “and to my favorite
babysitter!”  He raised his glass and took a large sip.  He
choked a little and lowered the glass.

“Easy there!” Anita laughed.  “You sure you’re old enough for
wine?”

“Sorry,” he said.  “Guess I’m not used to fancy stuff.”  He put
the glass down and looked at her.  “I’m…I’m glad to see you
again,” he said.

She smiled at him.  “And I you,” she said, touching his cheek
tenderly.  “Imagine, my little Robbie, all grown up.”  They began
to talk about their earlier lives, recalling memories that made
them both laugh.  Anita asked about his sister Dory, and was
surprised to learn that she was expecting.  “We’ll be calling you
Uncle Robbie soon,” she said, holding up her glass in a toast. 
He asked about her family, too, none of whom he had seen since
his sister’s wedding.

“And, uh, how’s your sister Michelle?”  Anita had sometimes taken
Rob to her Uncle Jack’s big cabin in the country when she went
there on family outings.  Michelle was two years older than
Anita, and Rob remembered how she used to swim nude when she and
Anita would take him down to the little river that ran through
the property.

“Oh, she’s fine,” Anita said, eyeing him with a twinkle in her
eye.  “I guess I know why you remember her,” she said.  “She
enjoyed teasing little boys like you.  You were so cute, trying
so hard not to look at her, but you managed to get plenty of
peeks, didn’t you?”

Rob was blushing again.  “I, uh, no, I just remembered her, I
mean being your sister and all, you know?”  He reached for his
wine glass and took a large gulp, not meeting Anita’s eyes.

“Uh huh,” Anita said, giving him a poke in the ribs, “right.” 
She took a sip from her glass then put on the table.  “By the
way,” she said, “did you know that she’s gay?”

“Huh?  Your sister?  She is?”

“Yes, she came out last year.  I mean, we all knew she was –
except for Uncle Jack, he’s so clueless – but she finally made it
official.  She seems a lot happier now.”

“Wow, I never would have thought, I mean, she’s so, so…”

“Why, because she’s pretty?  You think you have to look like a
big, rough dike to be gay?”

“No!  No, I just meant that she, she just didn’t seem to me…”

“You can’t tell just by looking at people, Robbie,” Anita
interrupted.  “Anybody could be gay – me, for instance.”  She
looked at him with wide eyes.

“You?” he said, stunned.  “You mean, you…”  His voice trailed
off.  Suddenly she laughed and clapped her hands.

“Oh, you are so easy to tease!  I really had you going there,
didn’t I?”

He smiled sheepishly and shrugged.  “But Michelle, is she…”

“Yes, she really is,” Anita said.  She leaned closer to him and
looked into his eyes.  “But I am not – definitely not.”  She held
his gaze for a few seconds then picked up his wine glass and
handed it to him.  “Drink up,” she said.  “There’s plenty more
where this came from.”  She picked up her own and took another
sip.

“Now,” she said, putting her glass back on the table and turning
towards him, “this girlfriend of yours, this Danielle.  What’s
she been doing with you?”  She leaned closer.  “Or not doing.” 
She winked.  “You know,” she said quietly, putting her hand on
his leg, “I couldn’t help noticing that you were in a state when
you arrived tonight.  You still are.”  She ran her fingers over
the discernible bulge in his pants at the top of his thigh.  “She
do that to you?”  She withdrew her hand and looked at him.

“She, uh, I mean we…”  Rob stopped in mid-sentence tongue-tied. 
The way Anita had turned to face him had caused her short skirt
to ride up, revealing a small triangle of white panties between
her legs.  To his horror Rob realized that his erection was
growing visibly larger.  Anita noticed this and smiled.

“Well, let’s talk about this, shall we?” she said softly, running
a fingertip slowly along the length of his hidden penis.  Rob
looked at her, and then down to her hand.  He swallowed hard,
unable to speak.  “So tell me, Rob, what did she do to get you
like this?”  She moved away from him a bit and rested her arm on
the back of the couch, her skirt rising higher as she did so. 
She gazed at him expectantly.

“Uh, she…she sort of touched me,” he said, looking away.

“She touched your penis?” Anita said.  “Your cock?”

“Yeah.  I mean we were touching each other, you know?”

“Where were you?”

“In her dorm room.  We went there after going to a movie.”

“You do that a lot?”

“Yeah, I guess so.  I mean, we’re dating, you know?”

“So she touches you often?  On purpose, to get you hard?”

“Well, yeah, after we got to know each other.  I mean, it’s not
like…”

“And is she good at it?  Do you enjoy it?”

Rob rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.  “I like it, sure,
I mean who wouldn’t?”  He attempted a small smile, which failed.
“It’s just that, uh…”

“Yes?”

“She, uh, well we never finish, you know?  We don’t really have
sex.”

“What happens instead?”

“Well, we mess around for a while like I said, and she tries to
get me harder, so we can, uh, you know, but…  Anyway, pretty soon
she’ll say something like it’s getting late or she has something
to do, or maybe we should try again another time.  Stuff like
that.”

“She’s never brought you to climax with her hands?”

“Uh…no.”

“Poor Robbie!” she said with a little pout.  “Could it be she
doesn’t know how?”

He shrugged.  “Maybe.  I don’t know.”

“Have you ever talked about it?  Told each other what you each
like?”

“Uh, no, things just sort of go along without saying anything.”

“Do you masturbate, Robbie?”  She laughed at the blushing this
provoked.  “That was a silly question, I guess,” she said.  “Of
course you do!  And you know exactly what it takes to get you
off.  So maybe it’s time to educate Danielle.”  She got up on her
knees and moved closer to him.  “But first we need to learn more
about Robbie.”  She reached down and began to lower his zipper.

Rob stared at her and instinctively drew in his breath and
covered his crotch with his hands.  “Now don’t be silly!” Anita
protested.  “I’ve seen you before, you know.  I was the one who
would get you ready for bed when you were a lot younger than
ten.”  Rob exhaled in resignation and put his hands down at his
sides.  “That’s better,” Anita said, and gazed at him as she
slowly unzipped his fly.  “Let’s see just how Danielle has left
poor little Robbie.”  He was wearing boxer shorts, so it was easy
to work his penis out into the open, which she did with practiced
deftness.  “There!” she said, looking down at his erection, which
was standing straight up from between his legs in a rigid,
curving arc.  “Oh, my!  I really shouldn’t be calling you my
little Robbie any more,” she said, winking at him.  “You have
certainly grown – lucky Danielle!”  She delicately grasped the
shaft of his penis near the base with thumb and index finger and
swayed it gently from side to side as she examined it carefully.
“Well, she did get you nice and hard, I can say that for her,”
Anita said, although she knew full well that Rob’s erection had
more to do with what was happening now than what had gone on in
the dorm room.  “Still,” she continued, “I think we’re going to
have to teach Danielle the proper way to worship Robbie’s
beautiful cock!”  As she said this she ran her fingertips lightly
up the underside of his shaft and off.

“Oh!”  Rob gasped at the sudden, fleeting pleasure and looked at
Anita in surprise, his eyes full of confusion.

She opened her eyes wide and said brightly, “So, let’s find out
what it is that Robbie likes!  Let’s do some experiments.”  She
pressed a finger against her lips and frowned in thought.  “Hmm.
Okay, so do you like this?”  She grasped the middle of his penis
in a firm grip and moved her hand up and down slowly, alternately
tightening and loosening the skin of his erect phallus.  Rob
closed his eyes and moaned softly.  “Or how about this?”  She
encircled the top of his penis with her fingertips and fluttered
them rapidly and lightly around the head.  Rob’s moaning grew
louder.  “Or how about this – do you like this, Robbie?”  She
formed thumb and forefinger into a ring and moved it gently up
and down at the top of his shaft, delicately teasing the engorged
head and its underside with slow, sensuous strokes.  “Does
Danielle do this for you, Robbie?  Would you like her to?”

“Ohh!…”  Rob began to writhe on the couch in response to Anita’s
skilful manipulation of his aroused penis.  She withdrew her hand
immediately and looked at him in alarm.

“Oh my, Robbie, I better stop!  You’re getting much too excited!”
 She looked down at his quivering, abandoned cock.  “Gosh, you
almost came, didn’t you?”  He took a deep breath and nodded
weakly.  “Well, we can’t let that happen, can we!  This is just
an experiment, remember?  Just to find out what Danielle needs to
learn about you.”  She sighed and shook her head.  “Oh, I know it
would feel so good if I gave you an orgasm like that, but it
would be wrong if I did.  It would be cheating!”

He looked at her, his eyes unfocused.  “Cheating?”

“Of course, silly – I’m engaged!  Didn’t you know that?”  She
held up her left hand, and sure enough there was the engagement
ring on her fourth finger.  He hadn’t noticed it before, a
slender silver band set with a single diamond.  He groaned and
laid his head back on the couch.  “Oh gosh, Robbie, I’m so sorry,
I didn’t mean to mislead you.  I was just trying to help.  I
guess I got, well, sort of carried away.”  She looked at him and
sighed.  “Poor Robbie!”

“Engaged.”

“Yes, to my thesis adviser at university, in fact.”  She shrugged
and pouted.  “Sorry.”

“Well, I guess I better go,” he mumbled, and started to get up,
zipping his shrinking penis back into his pants.

“No, don’t go yet,” she said, standing up and gently pushing him
back onto the couch.  She looked down at him and smiled.  “Let’s
talk some more.  I think there are some things we can do that
won’t be cheating.  I know my fiancé would understand my wanting
to help you with your girlfriend problem.”  He looked up at her
as she stood over him, her bare midriff and the lower curves of
her breasts just visible up under the loose, cutoff t-shirt. 
“Okay?  Want to try something?” she said.  Without waiting for an
answer she sat back down next to him and put her hand on his
chest.  His heart was beating rapidly.  “You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m all right,” he said.  “I was just kind of surprised is
all.”

“Well of course you were!  I don’t know why I just assumed that
you’d know everything about my life.”  She moved close to him and
put an arm around his shoulders, her hand still resting on his
chest.  He could feel her breasts pressing against his arm. 
“Okay,” she said, “here’s what we’re going to do.  My fiancé John
and I have good times together – I think you know what I mean. 
We do things that I know you’d have fun doing with Danielle.  So
what if I just tell you about what I do to John, and you can tell
me if those are the things that you wish Danielle would do to
you.  Think that would help?  Would you like that?”

“I – I guess so.”

“Good!  That way it won’t be cheating because it would be just
talk – I mean I wouldn’t be actually doing anything with you. 
You can just listen and use your imagination, and pretend that
Danielle is doing it to you.”  She moved her lips close to his
ear and whispered, “Or that I am.”

She began to whisper into Rob’s ear details of what she and her
fiancé do when they’re in bed together.  Rob closed his eyes as
he listened to Anita describe how she touches the older man to
excite and arouse him, how she teases and tantalizes him with her
fingers and hands, keeping him trembling on the edge in almost
unendurable pleasure until she allows him to enter her.  Rob
began to moan almost inaudibly in response, imagining how her
perfectly manicured fingers would feel.  His erection returned,
pressing out against the confinement of his trousers as it had
before.  Anita saw it, and reached down to unzip him again.

“Set it free, Robbie,” she whispered.  “Let me see how much it
wants what John gets.”  Without a word Rob reached into his fly
and released his penis, again closing his eyes and moaning as he
began to stroke himself.  Anita caught his hand and moved it away
from his cock.  “No, Robbie, no touching,” she said softly.  “I
want to see what your lovely penis does all by itself while I
tell you about what I do to John with my mouth and my tongue.” 
Rob’s cock moved as she said this, bobbing up from where it lay
extended along his open fly and beyond.  “Ooo yes, that’s what I
want to see,” Anita cooed.  “Your cock knows what it likes and
what would make it happy.  Now listen Robbie…”  She flicked the
tip of her tongue in his ear and began to whisper again,
describing how she pleasures her fiancé’s penis with her soft
lips, how she can keep him erect for hours with just the tip of
her tongue until finally allowing him to ejaculate in her mouth.
As she spoke Rob’s cock was throbbing and twitching, begging for
attention.  After a while she lowered her hand to his lap and
began to run a single fingertip slowly up and down the underside
of his rigid shaft.  Rob’s eyes were closed and he bit his lip in
frustration as he unconsciously raised his hips in a futile
attempt to achieve closer contact with her tantalizing hand. 
Pre-ejaculate was dribbling from the tip of his tormented cock.

Anita looked down as if noticing for the first time how she was
touching him.  “Oh gosh, Robbie, I shouldn’t be doing this to you
– I told you not to touch and now look at what I’m doing!  I’m
getting awfully close to actually cheating on my fiancé again,
betraying him.  I mean, just imagine how you would feel if it
turned out that Danielle was having sex with other boys but not
with you.  How would that make you feel, Robbie?”  As she spoke
her finger continued to move slowly up and down his enflamed
erection.  “I have to stop this,” she said, moving her hand away.
 “It’s just that your cock is so beautiful, Robbie, and I just
couldn’t help myself.  If I were Danielle I’d worship it, Robbie,
I’d make it feel so good.”  She took it in her hand and gave it a
single slow stroke.  Then she released it and turned to look at
him, slowly shaking her head.

Rob was panting now, and sweat stood out on his brow.  He looked
at her pleadingly, as his abandoned cock strained upwards,
bobbing up and down with his heartbeats.  “Anita, oh God, I…” 
His words dissolved into a groan.

“Oh Robbie, look what I’ve done to you!” she said, with sympathy
and concern in her voice.  “I feel so bad!  I’d hate to send you
home without something to make you happy.”  She moved closer to
him.  After a pause she said softly, “Would you like to touch me,
Robbie?  You’ve always wanted to, haven’t you?  It wouldn’t
really be cheating.”  She put her hands behind her back with her
wrists together and turned her shoulders slowly from side to
side, causing her prominent breasts to sway inches from his
face.”  She smiled wickedly and bit her lower lip.  “Remember
tie-up, Robbie?”  Rob just stared, his eyes focused on the
impressions her taut nipples made through the shirt.  “Here,
Robbie,” she said.  “I can at least give you this before you
leave.”  She took his hands and moved them up under the loose
cutoff.  “Go ahead, Robbie, touch.  Touch and pretend…”  He began
to fondle her heavy breasts under the shirt.  He was shy and
hesitant at first, but then became more avid, kneading her
voluptuous tits passionately, loving it, needing it.  She put her
hands behind her back again, and pretended to struggle as if
bound.

“Mmm, that’s right, Robbie, do it.  Are they all you ever wished
they’d be?  Do you like it?  Do you like feeling me up, Robbie? 
When I’m all tied-up and helpless?”

He groaned gutturally in this throat as he pinched and twirled
her nipples between his fingers.  “Oh God, oh yes, so good,
ohhh…”

“Aww, my sweet Robbie,” she said, and leaned forward to kiss him.
 As he fondled and squeezed her warm breasts she kissed him
repeatedly, soft, gentle, yielding kisses.  Whenever he tried to
press harder to her mouth she drew back slightly, but her tongue
darted out to flutter briefly between his lips.  “Oh Robbie,” she
breathed between kisses, “you are so beautiful!”  She brought a
hand forward from behind her back and curled her fingers around
his penis.  She squeezed it gently, encouraging his erection,
coaxing it up.  “Is it good, Robbie?  Do you love it?” she
whispered as she continued to kiss and stroke him.

Then, when his cock seemed about to burst, she grasped it at its
base and held it immobile.  “Oh dear!” she said.  “I did it
again, didn’t I?  I got carried away and got us both much too
excited.  I’m so sorry, Robbie, but we have to stop this.”  While
continuing to give him tantalizing kisses she reached down and
with both hands gently worked his excited cock back into his
pants and zipped up his fly.  “There,” she said.  “All set. 
Thank goodness we didn’t end up cheating!”  She gave the bulge
between his legs a little pat.  “You really should go home now,
before I get carried away again,” she said.  She pulled him up
off the couch and kissed him once more, pressing the front of her
body against him, against his confined erection.  “I do love you,
Robbie!”

After she had seen him to the door, Anita went into the kitchen
to rinse the wine glasses in the sink.  She smiled thinking of
what he would be doing alone in bed that night.  “Poor Robbie,”
she thought.  Just before he left she had said to him, “If
Danielle gets you so frustrated that you need to masturbate,
phone me and we can talk about it.”  She knew it wouldn’t be long
before he called her.  She was looking forward to it.

When she was done she went into her bedroom and opened the top
drawer of her dresser.  She pulled the ring off her finger and
tossed it back into the box of odds-and-ends jewelry where she
had gotten it earlier in the evening, and returned to the living
room.  “Well,” she said aloud, “back to the books!”

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