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She's A Tease - 3 (MF, affair)
by MIKE HUNT

***

She began to lean over again. "Well, if I bend over this far, how
much can you see?" She inclined at about a 20 degree angle.

"Not much. Nothing really, the dress hasn't lifted enough to let
me see anything." It was a lie, but not by much. I could just barely
see a few wisps of pubic hair and the very edge of her cunt lips.
But it was honest enough to keep the conversation going.

"So how about now?" She leaned forward and bent into a sideways "L",
with the top half of her body parallel to the floor. If I were on
the other side, I'd have been looking right down her blouse. From
this side the view was at least as interesting.

"Oh yes, I can start to see it now. Yes, yes, it's coming into view.
It's really a pretty little pussy." I was starting to get comfortable.
"I can almost see the lips now." Another lie. I had a perfect view
of her cunt lips. I saw that her entire region was a bit puffy. 
Perhaps she was having the same sort of blood flow reaction that 
I was. I hoped so.

"So if I were to bend over to pick up a dime off the floor, like
this..." She bent over fully. "You'd be able to see everything. And
of course at a business dinner that wouldn't be a good thing, 
probably."

She didn't move, staying bent over for my viewing pleasure. "This
is really being helpful. Thanks a lot. I really appreciate it."

"Oh that's alright. What are neighbors for if not to help out?" I
gallantly replied. She was still bent at the waist. I drank it in.

As she slowly straightened up, I said "I have an idea that might
help. Turn around." She stood up and faced me. I reached out with
both hands and pinched the dress at her waist and gave a little tug
down. "If the dress were just a little longer, maybe you wouldn't
have this problem." I knew it was a joke, and so did she, but she
played along.

"Well, maybe. But now I'm worried about something else. If the bottom
comes down, the top comes down a little bit too. Here, look. If I
were to accidentally bring my arms forward like this and hug 
myself..."

She wrapped her arms under her breasts and squeezed up as she said
it, and the effect was electric. Her breasts rose up like half moons
out of the bodice of the dress. I could even see just the top part
of the circles of her nipples, which were beginning to grow and darken.
"See, that wouldn't be good." She paused for a moment, then continued.
"Oh, I'm such a terrible tease."

"Well that's true. I mean about what happens if you hug your sides.
And yes, you are a terrible tease, but there are worse things, I suppose.
Anyway, if you were just careful and didn't squeeze yourself like
that, maybe you wouldn't have to worry so much about the bottom of
the dress."

"OK, tell me know if this is better." With that she turned around
and began to lean over again. The effect was the same. But this time
her legs were apart by a few inches. As she reached 90 degrees, I
had a perfect view of her cunt.

"Oh, I'm afraid you're right," I said. "I can still see your pussy,
right here, staring me in the face. So if you were to bend over and
pick up that dime..." As I said it, she involuntarily did it, giving
me a 100% view. "Yep, I was right. I sure can see everything now.
Absolutely everything. And I should say it's really a great looking
snatch." What a cunt! Whew.

Suddenly she straightened up and turned to face me. "OK, let's see
those shorts. It's been a few minutes. Let's see how you look now
without the boner."

"Are you crazy?" I exclaimed. "After the last couple of minutes,
you think my dick got smaller? What have you been smoking?"

"Hey, you promised," she protested. "Stand up." I did. If there had
been a tent in the front of the boxer shorts before, now it was like
the whole Ringling Brothers circus had moved in.

"Whoops," she giggled. "Guess it didn't work. Goodness, and what
a boner. You're really going to destroy my husband's shorts if you're
not careful."

"Sorry," I replied.

"So just take it out, and relieve the pressure," she suggested.

"Just take it out?" I asked.

"Sure. At least we won't have to worry about crushing your friend
in there," she replied.

"Perhaps you'd like to help?" I fairly implored.

"Now now, you know the rules. Anyway, I think you're just trying
to get something started that shouldn't be started," she said. ME!
HAH! "You're just trying to get me to grab ole' wet willy there, and
goodness knows where that could lead. Nope. You do it."

"OK. OK." And I stood up, and with a few bumps and grinds of my hips,
managed to arrange my dick so it was ready to poke out of the flap
in the front. I was in a funny crouched position, perfectly vertical
except for my pelvis, which I was trying to keep back, which would
keep my rigid rod back as well.

She said, "Come on, come on, stop stalling. There's no reason to
be embarrassed. You think I've never seen a guy's dick before? For
heaven sakes, I'm not even interested in seeing your dick. I just
want to see if the pants will look good without all that strain behind
them." YEAH. SURE. I thought.

I poked the head of my dick out through the flap. Her eyes were drawn
to it like metal to a magnet. As I straightened up out of my crouch,
my dick continued to march forward, an inch at a time.

"Oh yes, I see. That's much better," she said. Look how nice and
smooth the pants fit you. Almost like a glove."

"Well if it were a glove, there'd be another finger in the front
to keep me warm." We both laughed. "Just a little joke," I said.

"Anything but little," she retorted. She bent down in front of me,
as if to inspect the pants. Her hands went up to the cloth to smooth
it. She grabbed at the front panel and gave a little tug both down
and back, and my balls popped out through the flap. "Perfect," she
said. "Now look at how smooth the pants lay." She gently stroked the
cloth, somehow managing to stroke the front of the shorts without
ever actually touching me. As she stroked the pants, she smoothed
the material across my pubic hair, then down between my legs and under
my balls.

"And look how cute the set is together," she said. With that she
brought her panties up in front of me, holding them by their sides.
As she held them out in front of her, and moved them toward the matching
shorts, the panties lightly brushed against my throbbing cock. She
held the panties up against my shorts, as though she were looking
at them and contemplating their color coordination or something. I
thought I would blow my load at that moment, but managed to restrain
myself. She continued to move the panties up and down, then back and
forth lightly against my dick. The torture was exquisite.

"Ah god, that feels great," I exclaimed. At that, she seemed to snap
back to attention.

"Oops," she said. "Almost got carried away. This teasing stuff is
hard."

"That's not all," I interrupted.

"You know what I mean, difficult. But there's a line and that's that."

"Don't you ever get carried away?" I said perhaps with more than
a cupful of frustration in my voice.

"Don't be silly," she replied. "I'm always in control. Here, look."

She pushed me back and I stumbled against my high-backed chair. As
I sat down she moved toward me. With one leg on the outside of each
of mine, she sat down on my lap facing me, straddling me. She was 
just inches in front of me, her passionate pussy resting barely in front 
of my throbbing dick. She grabbed the two upright posts of the 
chair back for support.

"See?" she said, not totally convincingly. "There's nothing going
on here that shouldn't be. I can stop anytime I want. It's no big
deal."

"Believe me it's big, and getting bigger," I said.

"Oh sure," she replied. If it gets any bigger, it'll be poking me
in the forehead."



(continued in part 4)