"I've gotta go," I said in a state of shock. What was I thinking; I better go.
"No, no. He said you'd give me a tease. Said you'd understand." Jason explained.
"Huh? He said that?" I was blown away that he did this, yet he did say to tease, didn't he.
Jason looked me up and down. His hand moved under the sheet, and I couldn't help myself. I looked at where this young guy was obviously holding himself. The sheet bunched at where his fist was moving.
"Go ahead. Show me." Jason was taunting me.
"What are you talking about?" I was shocked at what was happening, but still feeling the sexuality of everything, especially now that this guy was looking at me and doing this.
"Just show me something to tease me. Make it easier for me."
It was something I would've walked away from most any other time. Just too weird. Just too much. But I had stayed over last night. I had had sex for the first time in a long time. And, if I had to admit it... . Good sex. Intense sex. Sex with a man who had taken me. He had put me with my back on the bed, stripped my panties, lifted my legs, and stuffed himself into me. Sex with someone I never should have let do that in a million years. Yet, here I was, feeling a good kind of soreness down there, and here I was starting to moisten again with a young black guy slowly pulling at his cock while looking up at me. Give him a tease, Bobby had chided.
I let my left hand slowly lift my blouse from the bottom, and Jason's eyes shot to my crotch and watched my panties come into view. I stood looking at him, holding my blouse to my stomach and showing him my panty-clad crotch.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't stop there baby."
