For the past 3 months, the two of us had reconnected over the Internet, torturing each other with our passionate emails. Each one of these emails had been more and more seductive in its tone. No longer able to put our libidos on hold, you invited me to your apartment. When I knocked on your door you answered in a smoking pair of panties and a satiny bra. You kissed me on the lips and told me to come in. Telling me to have a seat on your chair, you lounged on your couch, saying you had finally had me alone. I was beyond mere hardness, tenting out the front of my jeans. Continuing to cross and uncross your legs, you told me that there would be only one ground rule and that today I could do anything I wanted, as long as I didn't touch you. The torture was about to begin.
You stood up, your breasts jiggling as you started to walk towards me, only for you to veer off to your bedroom. 'Follow me, I think you will like what I have in store for you' is what you offered me next.
I was mesmerized by the sway of your ass, as I followed you like a puppy. Once we got in your bedroom, you started to take off my shirt, rubbing your hands all over me, while you kissed and grinded against me. When I reached out to grab you, you stopped and said that if I touched you again, it would be the end of our time that day. I obeyed, as the heat you provided would make me to do whatever you desired.