"If I let you go that far, will you then go away?" asked Janet.
"No," said Neil. "I told you what I want to do."
Neil's finger made circling motions and Janet found herself turning her back to him so that he could unclip her bra. She felt him deftly slip the hooks and then brush her straps off her shoulders, letting the bra drop free.
Turning to face him, Janet raised her hands to cover her breasts, her face flaming. Then, unable to resist, she watched as he eased her hands away and lowered his head to suck on first one breast and then the other.
Lifting his head again, Neil replaced it with his hands, cupping and massaging.
"I think that's enough," said Janet, a trifle desperately. "You've done what you said you were going to do, so now I think you should let me put my blouse back on."
"But I've barely started," protested Neil quietly. "I haven't taken of your skirt or panties yet, I haven't stroked your pussy and felt your warmth. Then there's the little matter of laying you on your bed and making love to you properly."
"I know you haven't done those things, and you're not going to," said Janet, exasperation plain in her voice. "Can't you take no for an answer?"
"Not when the answer should be yes," coaxed Neil. "We both know you want me to continue. Do you want me to take of your skirt or your panties next?"
"Your arrogance is astounding," gasped Janet. "What have I said that makes you think I want you to continue? And what difference does it make if you take off panties or skirt first? Not that you're taking off either."
Neil explained. "Some girls like losing their panties first in this sort of situation. They find it exciting to know that they're naked under their skirt and that the man knows it. They like the thrill of the man touching what he can't yet see. I think I'll remove your panties first," he added. "You'll feel a little more secure if you're still covered by you skirt, whereas if I took of the skirt first you'd think I was about to pounce."
"I said neither. And you still haven't explained why you think I will let you continue." Despite her words, Janet knew damn well that that lurch in her stomach wasn't fear but anticipation. Neil was going to take her clothes off and she wouldn't stop him. Not couldn't, she admitted to herself, but wouldn't.
"Would you get upset and insulted if I told you?" Neil asked. "And maybe you'd like to slip off your panties yourself. You know, tease me by prolonging the time until I can touch you there."
"I won't be upset or insulted because I haven't said anything to encourage you, so let's hear it," demanded Janet, confident he couldn't give a reason.
"Let me see. You're standing in front of me half naked," said Neil thoughtfully. "Your breasts are bare and your nipples are erect. You're breathing more heavily that when I arrived and your face is slightly flushed. Your lips are slightly swollen, waiting for me to kiss them. You're standing within easy reach so that I can just cup your breasts like this," suiting actions to words, "and you're not trying to back away. Also, you've kept your voice down at all times, not really trying to tell to stop."
Neil smiled at Janet, while she stood there glaring at him, speechless. "I'll tell you what. I'll count to three. If you haven't slipped down your panties by then, I'll do it for you. One. . . . ."
Janet continued to stare at Neil, shocked. "He wouldn't. Would he? Yes he damned well would, blast him." The thoughts raced across her mind. Damnitall, if they were coming off she take the blasted things off herself.
Angrily reaching down Janet slipped down her panties and tossed them to one side. "Satisfied now?" she demanded.
"No, but I see no need to rush," said Neil. "Now doesn't it feel exciting not having your panties on and both of us knowing it?"
It did, but there was no way Janet was going to admit it. "If he actually touches me there he'll know just how excited I am," she thought, resigned to the fact that he would touch her, and probably quite soon.
Careful not to show any signs of triumph, Neil pulled Janet towards him and started kissing her while playing softly with her breasts. Janet found herself returning his kisses, enjoying the feel of his lips and feeling her excitement deepen as he stroked her breasts. She didn't really notice when he sank down onto the couch, drawing her with him so she was half seated half lying across his lap.
Neil leaned back on the couch, one arm supporting Janet as she settled across his lap. Their mouths tasted each other while his hand first stroked Janet's breast and the moved along her body to her legs. Neil stroked Janet's legs gently, not trying to ease them apart but letting his hand glide softly over them. Under the skirt and trailing up and around the edge of Janet's pussy, rubbing her lower stomach and the trailing back around the edge of her mons, his fingers tantalisingly out of reach.
Neil had no intention of hurrying. He knew that while Janet was submitting to and enjoying his caresses, it was no guarantee that she'd let him go further. Any sign of hurrying or greed could easily tip the balance against him.
Janet felt Neil's hand running up her leg and under her skirt. She could feel herself tensing slightly as he approached her pussy, wondering how she would react when he actually touched her there. She nervously anticipated that first touch, even through the distraction of his kisses. Then she felt his hand gliding past her pussy across her stomach and down along her other leg, circling but not touching.
Breathing harder Janet waited, cursing the delay. She broke off her kiss and tilted her head back to look at him. What was he doing? This time as his hand started its journey back up, stroking one leg while his fingertips ran along where her legs were pressed together, Janet found herself relaxing, with her legs drifting apart. Now his hand was approaching her sensitive areas again, but with her legs now slightly parted Neil's hand drifted that little bit lower, his fingers grazing against her mons, sending little ripples into her.
Now that Janet and relaxed her legs and let them drift apart, Neil slipped his hand between them, lightly touching her mons before continuing up and over her lower stomach. Coming back down however, he slid his hand over Janet's mons firmly, cupping her mound as he traced its shape down. Resting his hand when his fingers touched her legs, he waited.
With Neil now almost fully cupping her mound and just resting his hand there, Janet waited. Was he going to push further down or move away? Neither, she quickly realised. It was her move. Either she shut him down or she moved her legs further apart so that he could continue his exploration. Janet could feel panic and excitement rising within her, knowing that if she parted her legs then she was effectively agreeing to having sex with him. Did she really want this? Along with the panic and excitement she could feel her resolve and determination rising. She did want this. She'd been wanting it since the day before when he made that first teasing remark about a shaved pussy. She shifted on Neil's lap, giving him the room he wanted.
Neil returned to kissing Janet while his hand tested the warmth rising from her soft mound. Coaxing and stroking, squeezing and manipulating, he was sending tremors of excitement deep into Janet, who was eagerly welcoming them. Neil could feel Janet firmly pressing her mons hard up against his hand, encouraging him to handle her. His fingers traced back and forth along her slit, not entering but persuading her lips to swell and spread a little.
Now Neil dipped his head down to Janet's breast, softly kissing and biting. Biting hard enough to leave love marks, branding her for the night. Now his fingers slipped between her lips, first seeking and lightly probing her vagina and then moving around to where her clitoris awaited his attention.
Her decision made, Janet had no intention of backing down. Even as she felt Neil's fingers sliding into her, her own hand was busy, dropping onto his lap and feeling the bulge that lay concealed there. But not concealed for long as her busy fingers undid the zip and sought beneath the cloth for the prize she wanted. Easing it free of its hiding place, she played.
Neil had the feeling that things were moving too fast, but was damned if he was going to slow them. Karen's hand felt hot against his erection, and whether the heat was his or hers he couldn't tell. But those teasing motions and that light scratching at the head of his cock was certainly Janet's handiwork.
