By Christian de Neuvillette
It all started when Tom broke his finger. He was helping move some
of his elderly Father's furniture when the middle finger of his
right hand got caught between the shelf he was carrying and the
door frame. A quick trip to the hospital and Tom's middle finger
was in a brace.
As injuries go, the finger was pretty minor, but being right-
handed Tom quickly found a world of inconveniences. verything took
a little longer to do, and some jobs were nearly impossible without
at least a little thought.
He was complaining about it to his friend Gayle during an instant
messager session.
Tomcat: Busted my finger today - it's making typing a bitch
Gayle Force: Oh no! Are you going to be all right?
TC: Yeah, but I can tell it's going to be a frustrating six weeks -
Lots of things I can't do.
GF: Anything I can do to help out.
TC: Well there is one thing - ah never mind.
GF: What?
TC: I could use a hand at one thing, but I doubt you'll agree.
GF: Again, what?
TC: It involves lubricant...
GF: Sure.
TC: I'm joking of course.
TC: Wait, did you just agree?!?!
GF: Yes.
TC: You realize I just asked you for a hand job?
GF: Yes.
TC: God. Now I'm beat red and my heart is pounding.
GF: lol
GF: I win!
After logging off, Tom couldn't get the exchange out of his head.
She couldn't be serious could she? It wasn't as if he really
needed someone to jerk him off - his left hand was perfectly OK;
plus, he has an assortment of toys to get himself off with.
The problem was that Tom and Gayle were "just good friends", which
is to say Tom would have dropped everything to have sex with Gayle,
but Gayle didn't see him that way. Tom was the archetypical urban
nerd and Gayle liked country boys. Tom knew it, so he limited his
attraction to surreptitious glances and double entendres. They
flirted, and they both knew that a flirt was not a promise.
Or at least, that was what Tom thought until that night online.
Now there was a glimmer of hope for something more. Normally this
would fuel a week's worth of masturbation fantasies. But this
time, Tom went to bed hard and untouched. He drifted off imagining
Gayle's hands on his cock.
The next day, work proved to be as difficult as he had thought it
would be. Working with a computer all day necessitated that he
relearn how to type with one finger out of action. By the end of
the day his hand was cramped in addition to the dull ache in his
finger. He also had to contend with a general buzz of low-level
horniness all day. Every time he thought about his hand, he also
thought about Gayle's promise (in his mind it had grown from a
throwaway line to a promise). Despite the cramp in his palm, Tom
signed on when he got home and immediately noticed that Gayle was
online.
GF: So how was your day.
TC: It was OK, my hand was giving me problems, but I'm learning to
cope.
GF: Is it throbbing?
TC: Nah, more of a dull ache radiating from the fracture.
GF: I wasn't talking about you hand.
TC: Oh that - well, it's only been two days since my last, uh,
session. I'm not desperate yet.
TC: Although I am looking forward to a helping hand.
GF: I bet you are.
TC: I haven't quite decided if you're a tease or a NightinGAYLE.
GF: Oh, definitely a nightingale.
TC: And how can I know that for sure?
GF: I'm a good girl...
GF: ...with kinky bits.
TC: Coming to the party tomorrow?
GF: Of course - I'll have some happiness just for you.
Tom signed off and just sat there. Every sentence in their chat
session had sent a rush of blood to his groin and now he was rock
solid.
"My drop-dead gorgeous friend is going to give me a hand job
tomorrow" he thought. He resisted the urge to whack off right
there, instead going to bed. It was a long night, the thoughts
that raced through his head prevented him from relaxing enough to
fall asleep. Eventually, exhaustion set in and he passed out. He
dreamed of Gayle's body, her face, her legs, her ass - but mostly
he dreamed of her hands.
At the party the next day, Tom thought "Ok, just keep it cool,
you're two friends out with a bunch of other friends having a good
time. She was probably just kidding, so don't make a pest of
yourself."
Gayle had shown up wearing a short skirt and a tank top. A
combination that made the most of her long legs, small breasts and
spectacular ass. A belly button piercing and multiple bracelets
topped off the ensemble. Also along was her young son.
"You know we're going out clubbing tonight don't you? I don't
think your six year old will get past the bouncer." said Tom.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, Something came up and I have to take
him to Edmonton. Can I have a rain check for the dancing? I know
it was last minute, but I thought I'd at least make an appearance
before I left." she said.
"That depends, do I get a rain check too?"
"Of course, I'd never leave you... short handed", she giggled.
Was her smile just a little more impish than usual, Tom thought,
or is it just my imagination.
"Do I at least get a good-bye hug?"
She held her arms open and Tom rushed in. They hugged warmly. As
they held each other, Tom whispered "I had no idea you could be
such a tease".
"Count on it" she whispered back.
They let go of each other and Gayle turned to walk back to her
truck, where her son were waiting, oblivious to the exchange taking
place.
"I thought you were a nightingale?" Tom said.
"I can be both", she replied.
Monday night, they chatted again on line.
GF: So how was your weekend?
TC: Pretty good, I got to see some friends I hadn't seen in a long
time, I had some banked hours at work so I took Friday off, and I
didn't even have to help my Dad finish moving on account of my
finger.
GF: So it was a 100 percent good weekend?
TC: Well, there was one small part of me that was disappointed.
GF: I hope it isn't that small a part. lol.
TC: It's been six days without for me, I'm starting to get pretty
frustrated.
GF: *GASP* six days?
GF: You mean you've been waiting for me?
TC: Well, yeah.
TC: I want it to be a good one - I don't get opportunities like
this very often.
TC: It's getting hard to wait though.
GF: I bet it's getting hard. Can you wait until next weekend?
TC: Are you serious, I can hardly wait until supper time.
GF: Wait until this weekend, and I guarantee it will be a good one.
She signed off before he could reply.
Another week he thought? The conversation had definitely crossed
the line from teasing flirt to verbal foreplay. Tom hoped Gayle
and he were on the same wavelength - he'd hate to wait that long
just to have her say she wasn't serious. Frustration was one
thing, but combining it with an embarrassing faux pas was quite
another.
It was a long week and Tom made it even longer by jerking off
every night. With a Herculean force of will he managed to stop
before coming. He didn't know what was coming over him - it would
obviously be less frustrating to leave his anxious cock alone, but
he couldn't help himself. Every time he was on the brink of orgasm
he would imagine how much better it would feel if it was Gayle's
fingers wrapped around his shaft. Her hand slick with lube sliding
up and down.
He found himself staring at women's hands a lot more, imagining
them slowly masturbating him. In just ten days he had gone from
never thinking about hands at all to seriously fetishizing them.
At the same time, the frustration was making him strangely eager
to please every woman he talked to. He went out of his way to be
extra polite to them all. It attacked a few comments from his
coworkers
"You certainly are cheerful today"
"It's almost Friday", said Tom.
"Got big plans for the weekend do you. Going out of town?"
"Nope, I just think It's going to be a great weekend."
Meanwhile, his nightly chats with Gayle had become strangely
chaste - she never mentioned their weekend plans, and when Tom
surreptitiously tried to bring it up she would feign ignorance or
suddenly have to sign off.
After an eternity, Friday came. As soon as Tom was off work, he
phone Gayle.
"Hello" she said.
"Hey nightingale - mind if I come over tonight?", asked Tom,
trying to sound casual.
"Sure - I sent Dylan to see his cousins for the weekend and I
definitely have plans for you. When you come over, dress casual -
in clothes you don't mind losing."
"Um, Ok. Seems like an odd request for a first date though."
"Who said anything about a date - I plan on putting you to work
painting the kitchen. You can do that one-handed right?".
Tom stood there, mouth open with his phone against his ear.
"Hello? Are you still there?" asked Gayle.
"Yeah, um, painting - I've got some coveralls.
Crestfallen, Tom made his way home to get a change of clothes, and
from there went to Gayle's. The whole way there, he felt like a
fool for assuming anything could ever happen between the two of them.
Gayle was waiting at the door when he arrived. She was wearing
cutoffs and a grubby T-shirt, both had specks of green paint on
them. A handkerchief kept paint off her auburn hair.
"Hi, I saw you coming up the street so I came to open the door",
she held the door open for him, "You can change in the bathroom.
In addition to painting, I have a fine meal of Thai take out
prepared."
They exchanged more pleasantries as Tom moved to the bathroom. He
changed into his coveralls and came out.
"Well, we look like quit the pair don't we - I'm the bald guy from
the American Gothic painting, and you're Daisy Duke", said Tom.
"We're painting - we don't have to look like fashion models",
replied Gayle.
"Common, follow me", she said, gesturing as she turned towards the
kitchen, "Watch your step."
Tom followed her closely, keeping an eye out for misplaced boxes
and furniture - but also keeping half an eye on her rear end.
Suddenly, in mid stride, Gayle stopped and took a step backwards.
Without enough time to stop, Tom bumped into her. Gayle continued
backwards, pushing her ass into his crotch.
Smiling back at Tom, she said, "Oops, sorry about that - thought I
was going to trip."
Once again, conflicting thoughts flooded into Tom's mind. Was
that deliberate? Was there going to be anything other than
painting and Thai food on the menu tonight? Was he imagining
things? Tom's cock had no such worries - it was now standing at
attention, ready for Gayle to move backwards again.
Throughout the evening, Gayle was very forward. She smiled,
touching him often and seemed to be bending over an awful lot more
than was strictly necessary. Bending away, she would give her
backside a little wiggle, bending towards him she would jut her
chest out, her nipples revealing that she was bra-less. It was all
subtle enough that Tom wasn't sure what was going on. But it did
make the evening go fast.
Afterwards, the mixed messages continued.
"It's awfully late - maybe you should spend the night?"
"Sure, I'd like that", answered Tom.
"Ok, I'll get you some sheets for the couch."
"Maybe I should go home after all."
"No, don't do that - I'll cook crepes tomorrow as a thank you for
all the help", she said as she slid a hand up his arm.
"Well, Ok."
Later, in the wee hours, Tom finally fell asleep on the couch.
The previous hours being equally spent on frustration and self-doubt.
Gayle woke him up the next morning.
"Wake up sleepy head", she said leaning over him, "We've got a
busy day ahead of us - I promised my brother I'd rescue him Dylan
at three o'clock.
Gayle was wearing a plush bathrobe and her hair was wrapped in a
towel.
"What time is it?" asked Tom.
"Time for you to have a shower - that would be nine o'clock for
you geeks." she said, "The downstairs shower isn't working, you'll
have to use mine upstairs."
Tom got up and wrapped the sheet around him.
"So we're having pancakes?" he said, still a little bleary.
"Oh, I've changed my mind about the crepes, I have a better
breakfast in mind - go have you're shower."
Tom went about his morning ritual, he freshened up and had a hot
shower The heat (and Gayle's shower massage) removed all the kinks
his shoulders had developed sleeping on the couch. The water
running down his front also reminded his cock that it had had no
attention in quite a while. He gave it a few soapy strokes before
resuming.
Drying off afterwards, he wrapped himself in a towel and walked
out into the bedroom.
"Gayle, have you seen my overnight bag, I thought I'd left...", he
came up short by what he saw.
Gayle was kneeling on the bed, acing him. She was wearing
panties, a red corset and black elbow length gloves. The panties
shone like silk and were thin enough that they couldn't possibly be
practical - only decorative. The corset accentuated her already
fantastic figure and pushed her breasts up and out. A thin gold
chain connected both of her erect nipples.
"Are you ready for your hand job now?" she asked, one eyebrow
crooked.
Tom stared speechless at the vision in front of him. His heart
raced and he could feel himself blush from his face to his chest.
Gayle stepped off the bed and sauntered towards him. "What's the
matter - cat got your tongue?"
She walked around behind him and took his hands off the towel that
was wrapped around him.
"I don't think we need this do you? It's certainly not doing
anything to hide you hard cock."
"What is this?" Tom finally managed to stammer out.
"Silly, It's the prelude to the best hand job you've ever had of
course."
"You've been such a good friend, and ever so patient with me", she
said as she guided him to the bed, "Imagine, almost a whole two
weeks without getting off. I can barely go two days without
myself, I can't imagine how frustrated you must feel. Lie down now."
Tom lay down on the bed. Gayle leaning over him she grabbed a
leather restraint.
"Do you trust me?" she asked, holding the restraint up.
"What's that for?" asked Tom, now a little nervous for reasons
other than his sexy friend.
"It's to keep you from ruining a truly spectacular morning. You
know I like a little bit of bondage - this is your opportunity to
find out why."
"I'm not so sure about this."
"Don't worry - if there is anything, and I mean ANYTHING that
makes you feel uncomfortable, you can just say your safe word and
I'll let you out." She whispered into his ear. Giving the earlobe
a little lick, she continued, "what is your safe word anyway? Pick
something that doesn't normally come up in conversation."
It just popped into his mind, unbidden. "Rutabaga" he said.
"Rutabaga it is then." Gayle secured first one wrist, then the
other to the headboard with her restraints. "Let me know if that
restraint is bothering your hand and I'll adjust it."
"It's fine. To be honest, it's not my hand that has my attention
right now."
She smiled at him. "I bet there are other parts of you that are
just aching." She moved to the footboard and attached restraints
to his ankles.
"Here's the thing about safe words - Saying 'rutabaga' means I'll
stop and release you, no questions asked. It also means the
session is over. I promise you, this will be a day to remember,
but only if you don't chicken out."
"Ok", Tom heard himself say.
Gayle smiled at him. "I knew you'd say that."
Placing her gloved hands on his chest, she threw a leg over his
waist and straddled him. Leaning back, she grabbed his erection
and held it as if she were going to lower herself on him. Instead,
his cock met resistance on her panties as she settled her weight
down on him, pinning his cock between them.
My god, Tom thought, I've been here less than a minute and I
already want to come just by having her dry hump me. He could feel
the heat of her pussy through the thin silk, the underside of his
cock resting in the groove of her labia.
Gayle leaned forward until they were nose to nose, looking into
each other's eyes. She smiled at Tom and he swallowed hard. Then
she tilted her head sideways, closed her eyes and kissed him.
For the first few minutes that all she did, kissing him lightly,
her tongue darting forward occasionally. Whenever he tried to
deepen the kiss she would pull away. Their crotches stayed locked
together during all this.
Finally, almost involuntarily, Tom began to thrust against her.
Gayle pulled her head back slightly and looked at him with half-
lidded eyes. Her mouth partially open she began to grind back as
she watched him. Finally, she reached under his shoulders and
hugged him deeply. Their mouths met again and this time their
tongues dueled wildly. Both Gayle and Tom made little moaning
noises into each other's mouth as their combined friction dampened
Gayle's panties.
She pulled away with a gasp. Tom was straining against the
restraints and his cock was poking her cunt through the panties.
"That was a pretty good warm up" she said as she rolled off of
him. "God this is getting me all hot and bothered."
"Why did you stop?" asked Tom, afraid he knew the answer.
"You asked for a hand job, and a hand job is what you're going to
get" she said, suddenly serious.
Gayle spun around so that she one arm was draped over Tom's waist.
With the other hand she slowly and deliberately wrapped her fingers
around his cock. Holding the skin tightly, she slowly began
stroking him up and down. Tom relaxed his back into the pillow and
concentrated on the wonderful sensations of Gayle's gloved hand
jerking him off.
Her pace was almost agonizingly slow, but it was also deliberate.
Tom's nearly two weeks of denial, combined with her stroking
started to ramp up to the inevitable orgasm.
Wanting it to be a good one, Tom tried to relax completely and
just let the orgasm come. He could feel a wave of increasing
pleasure with every stroke, the warm anticipation building up
within him. He was oh so very close now.
And Gayle stopped and let go of him.
"Ahh, don't stop now! I was almost there."
"I know - I've been watching your balls. Did you know that the
closer a man is to coming the tighter his scrotum becomes? Right
now, your balls are almost all the way up - I have to give them
time to loosen up again."
Gayle pushed herself up and turned around to look at Tom. "You
know, all of this playing with you is just getting me wet, but I
don't think I'll be able to come by stroking your cock."
She sat up. "I know - I can get myself off . You don't mind do
you"? Without waiting for an answer, Gayle walked over to her
bedside table and opened a drawer. Tom strained to look, but could
only see a mass of wires. Finally, Gayle took out a small egg
vibrator.
She pulled her panties off and kicked them aside. Kneeling back
onto the bed she straddled Tom's chest. Tom had an unobstructed
view of her pussy. Her trimmed bush was dewy with her juice.
"I like this toy. It backs quite a punch for such a small
package, and it's oh so very versatile", said Gayle, looking down
at Tom.
She turned the vibe on and Tom could hear the whine of a powerful
motor. She held it just below her left nipple, causing it to shake
the chain she was wearing rather than directing it against herself.
After a moment she switched to the other side. Tom was amazed to
see her nips getting even more erect. His mouth watered at the
thought of sucking on them.
Gayle now moved the vibe down to her belly, just below the corset
she was wearing. She touched the egg to her skin at the top of her
pubic mound, then started to move it farther down still. Tom
didn't blink once, intent on soaking in every last detail of this
show.
At last, Gayle held the egg against her clit and a soft moan
escaped from her lips. Tom saw the muscles in her belly contract
involuntarily as she did so. She didn't hold it there long enough
to come, at least not yet. Instead she moved the vibe to her vagina
and slowly inserted it. after a small amount of resistance, it
popped in. She then pulled it out. She watched Tom, his eyes
focused on her cunt, as she slowly worked the egg in and out of her
pussy.
After a few minutes the egg, as well as most of her crotch, was
slippery with lubricant. Now the egg returned to her clit, where
she slowly worked it around, trying to find just the right angle.
Her eyes drooped closed, she leaned back and finally just held the
vibrating egg firmly against her clit.
Though clenched teeth, Gayle finally moaned "Oh... God" and
started to come. Tom watched her pussy clench and the muscles in
her belly quiver. She ground her crotch down onto Tom's chest as
she cried out. Finally, she pulled the vibe away from her clit and
fell sideways onto the bed.
Gayle pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them as she laid
there. After a few minutes she uncurled and looked up at Tom.
"Well, let's see if you're a little more relaxed now", she said as
she looked his cock over. "I don't know, your balls aren't quite so
tight, but your cock seems to have gotten harder... and there's an
awful lot of pre come on your belly. I'd say you enjoyed my
little show just now."
"Are you kidding - I've never seen anything that hot before in my
life", said Tom.
"Flatterer - we'll see if I can do better before the morning is
out", she said.
Gayle once again returned to the bedside table and opened her
drawer full of toys. She fumbled around inside it for a moment.
"There we go, everything a man needs to have the hand job of a
lifetime." She held - something - against her chest, but would not
let Tom see it. Walking around to the foot of the bed she squatted
down and placed it on the floor. She then took her opera gloves
off and wrapped her toys in them and placed them on the bed between
his knees. Tom craned his neck, trying to see what it was.
"You know, I'm still pretty horny - one orgasm is definitely not
going to be enough for me today." Gayle again kneeled on the bed.
"But I really should get back to stroking your hard cock. I've got
it - I'll put you to work too". She kneeled over his head, then
slowly splayed her legs until she was laying on the top of his
chest with her pussy against Tom's chin. Without having to be
told, Tom immediately started to eat her out.
"Mmm. Good boy", she said, smiling as Tom polished her labia with
his tongue.
If there was one thing that Tom enjoyed, it was going down on a
woman. He just wished his arms weren't restrained - he wanted to
wrap them around Gayle's thighs. Instead he concentrated on using
his mouth to please her. He worked his tongue all over her vulva
from top to bottom, stopping occasionally to concentrate on her
clit. He took it between his lips and sucked gently on the little
bead.
"Oh, fuck, I had no idea you were so good at that" gasped Gayle.
She was splayed over him, concentrating on the wonderful jolts of
pleasure that Tom was giving her. She could feel the orgasm
building deep within her and her hips started to roll unconsciously.
Through half-lidded eyes, Gayle stared down at Tom's cock - she
hadn't so much as touched it since he started, but it seemed almost
bigger. It was steel hard and the head was a fierce purple. It
flexed as she watched and a large drop of pre come oozed out. Tom
was on the verge of coming, just from eating her. That thought was
all she needed to careen her over the edge.
"Oh my god - I'm coming" she cried as she ground her pussy into
Tom's face.
Tom continued the stimulation, Her sucked on her clit and flicked
his tongue against it, hummingbird fast. He could feel the muscles
in her belly vibrating from the contractions of her climax. He was
determined not to stop until she pulled away and when her orgasms
subsided she did.
For a few minutes she just laid there on top of him, her pussy
just out of reach. She was panting from the exertion of her
orgasms and a fine gleam of sweat covered her body.
"Oh my", she said eventually, "Why is it you don't have a
girlfriend?"
"I think it might have something to do with being too shy to ask
women out", he said.
"Well if it's any consolation, you'll have no trouble keeping them
around once they've sampled your tongue". She rolled off his
chest, turned around and looked him in the eye. "Thank you," she
said and with that she gave him a quick kiss, her tongue darting
out once to flick his.
"Now where was I? Oh yes, I was jerking you off."
Gayle reached past his cock to her stash of unknown items and
grabbed a small bottle of clear fluid. She squeezed a dollop of it
into her palm and closed it. She was looking into his eyes as she
reached down with her now lubed up hand as she slowly curled her
fingers around his cock. He closed his eyes and sighed with
pleasure.
With agonizing slowness Gayle slid her hand up and down his shaft.
She took care to avoid the head for now. Having seen the look on
his face, she now turned her full attention (and both hands) to
pleasuring him.
Her left arm was draped across him, the hand snaked around to play
with his balls. Her right hand continued its slow journey up and
down his shaft. Tom closed his eyes and just let the sensations
engulf him. Every stroke brought him a little closer. It wasn't as
fast as he'd have liked, but he knew the pace would bring him off
if she kept at it for just a little longer.
Her grip tightened on every upstroke, and he could feel her
forcing a new bead of pre come out of the head each time. It
dripped down onto her hand, adding to the lubrication. Every now
and then she would stroke just high enough for his glans to get
some stimulation and that always brought an extra jolt of pleasure.
Finally he was there, right on the edge.
Again she stopped, but this time he could feel her pressing her
other hand between his cock and balls, forcing his balls down and
away. Immediately, his urge to climax went away. He still wanted
to come, but now found that he couldn't.
Gayle shifted the grip to underneath his balls. Now she pushed up
and away, trying to hold his cock and balls with one hand, by the
base. Tom's scrotum was stretched tightly over his nuts and the
pressure was on the edge between taut and painful.
"Gahh! What are you doing?!?" he exclaimed.
"Almost finished, just hold on a bit longer" Gayle replied.
Tom felt some kind of rubber ring being placed against him, taking
the place of Gayle's firm grip. With a snap she let go, but he was
still held firmly by the ring.
"This", said Gayle, "is a cock ring. It'll keep you nice and hard
and, at the same time, keep you from coming too soon."
Gayle sat up and put some more lube into her hand. This time she
warmed it up by rubbing both her palms together.
"Now I get to give you a two-fisted hand job without worrying
about you shooting off."
Gayle repositioned herself so that she ws sitting cross-legged
between Tom's restrained legs. She formed her two hands into a
tunnel and began to stroke him again. These strokes were different
from before - Tom wasn't used to two hands at once, and not from
this angle. The pleasure was still intense, but the cock ring did
its job well.
"You want a lot more than my hands don't you" whispered Gayle, "I
bet you wish you were sliding into a nice tight pussy."
As she said that, She tightened her grip and engulfed the head of
his cock as well as his shaft, forcing him to penetrate her well-
lubricated fist. Tom gasped with the shock of this pleasure. He
strained against his bonds, willing himself to come, but the ring
thwarted him.
Gayle slowed down and leaned forward. Now she stroked him with
just the first finger and thumb of her right hand, shaped into an
OK sign. Her mouth was an inch away from the head of his cock and
she breathed heavily on it as she said "Or maybe you'd like to come
in my mouth". She leaned back up and giggled. "God this is fun -
are you having fun? You sure feel like you're having fun."
"I think I might die if you don't let me come", said Tom.
"Oh, I think you can go a little longer", she said. With that,
she started stroking him again. Almost immediately he was at that
point where he needed to come, but couldn't. In his desperation,
Tom had a revelation - Gayle wasn't going to leave him high and
dry, he didn't need to try and come, it would get there in its own
time.
So Tom tried not to think about it. Instead he just concentrated
on the wonderful sensations produced by Gayle's slick hands on his
hard cock.
She worked him with her hands. She would alternate her hands going
down over his shaft, so that it felt like he was sinking into an
endless vagina. She would switch directions and "milk" his cock -
a constant stream of pre come was leaking from his cock by now and
Gayle didn't have to re-lubricate her palms - Tom was doing it for
her.
Each stroke was its own jolt of pleasure and Tom just relaxed and
let it happen. And each jolt pushed his threshold up a notch until
he thought he had died and gone to heaven.
Sometimes she would jerk him lightning fast, with her fist barely
touching his cock. Other times she would grip him tightly and work
it up and down slowly. Then she circled her palm around the head,
and just under the head. These sensations were so intense that Tom
bucked and tried to keep Gayle from doing it, which of course only
served to encourage her.
"Do you like that?" She teased as she slowly pressed her slick
palm along the head of his cock.
"It's too intense - I can't take it."
"Oh poor Tom," she said as the circular rub continued, "It's not
like you have a choice".
The excruciating pleasure continued as Tom turned his head and bit
down on the pillow. Gayle had one hand around the lower half of
his shaft, giving him firm half strokes at the base. Her other
hand continued it's slow slick rotation.
Tom was whimpering through the pillow he had clenched between his
teeth. This was it - He was going to finally come, cock ring or no
cock ring, He cold feel the come boiling in his balls. And just as
he was on the brink of orgasm, Gayle stopped completely, his steel
hard cock was quivering in the air with nothing touching it but a
fine sheen of lube and pre come.
"Noooo" he cried, "I was right there".
"I know, I was worried I might have misjudged. Don't worry baby,
We're on the home stretch now."
The threat of Tom's orgasm was now safely over. Gayle grabbed his
cock and pulled it downwards with one hand while she gently gently
stretched the cock ring off of him. His balls were tender, and
they retreated tightly back into his body. Her warm hand gently
cupped them.
Gayle got up from between his legs and laid down beside Tom.
Laying on her side, she propped her head up with her hand and
looked deeply into Tom's eyes.
"Are you ready for the grand finale?" she asked.
"Oh god, anything you want." he replied, never looking away for an
instant.
She leaned in closer. "I think you really like being tied up
don't you?" She kissed him instead of waiting for his answer.
At first the kiss was shallow, but Gayle shifted position so that
they fit together better and she started a frantic deep, french
kiss. Tom was in heaven, necking with his beautiful friend. So
much so that for a moment he forgot about his cock, but only for a
moment - Gayle reached down and slowly wrapped her fingers around it.
She slowly slid her fist up and down the lower half of his shaft.
With every stroke it got a tiny bit faster, her fist a tiny bit
tighter and she slid closer to the head.
Tom again didn't try to come, he just rode the wave as he again
experienced the ever increasing jolts of pleasure. This time, she
wasn't watching him - she was kissing him, deeply.
Finally he was right on the brink of orgasm, he whimpered into his
mouth and that told her all she needed to know. She paused,
briefly, then her fist, lightning fast now, rode over the whole
length of his cock. Tom exploded with pleasure like he had never
imagined - he had no idea an orgasm could be this intense and he
screamed into Gayle's open mouth as he came. She kept up the
stroking, allowing him to ride out each explosive contraction to
its maximum pleasure. Her hand and his chest now soaked with his
come. Finally, she stopped stroking when he was well and truly
spent. She left her hand on his now shrinking cock.
After a minute, Tom opened his eyes to see her looking at him from
inches away. "Hi" he said.
"Hi yourself" she said smiling.
They lay there for a few minutes as Tom caught his breath. The
exchanged small kisses for a time. Finally, Gayle got up and
unbuckled the leather cuffs that had held Tom into place. Tom sat
up and rubbed his wrists and ankles.
"So, did you like that?" she asked him.
"You know I did", said Tom, gesturing to the splattered semen on
his chest.
"No, I mean did you like being tied up and at my mercy? Did you
like being teased for over an hour like that?"
Tom thought for a moment about the experience he had just had -
about the two weeks with no release and the incredible things she
had just done to him. Mostly he thought about how he had finally
reached a point of total trust and submitted himself to her will.
He looked her deep in the eyes and said "Yes". After a moment he
added, "I don't think I could take it very often, but I did like it
- and I'd do it again."
Gayle smiled and hugged him. Then, joking to show that the
serious confessional moment had passed she said "You're lucky my
arm was getting tired, or you'd have been tied up for a lot longer.
Hurry up and get dressed, I think we both deserve a big breakfast."
It was later, after breakfast, when Gayle had to leave to fetch
her son, that it came time for Tom to go home.
They stood at the threshold of her front door, again hugging and
sharing kisses, both unwilling for the day to end.
"My ex has Dylan in two weeks. Want to come over and help me...
paint?" she said, giving him a sly smile and running a hand down
his chest.
"You bet," said Tom enthusiastically.
"Can you do something for me in the mean time?" she asked.
"Anything."
"No orgasms."
"What's in it for me?" he asked.
"Next time I won't use my hands." she said.
Tom knew it was going to be a difficult wait. He also knew it
would be worth every moment.
The End.