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Tease
by Hawk Richards (hawkrds@aol.com

***

A guy on a date gets no real satisfaction. (MF)

***

Her mouth was exquisite; her full lips pouted like a 
soft, scarlet rose. Her pink tongue licked her lips, 
then slipped back inside the soft cave, behind her ultra 
white smile that kept that seemingly talented tongue 
trapped behind two rows of perfect teeth. 

"You're teasing me," I said.

"I know." 

My eyes wandered to my plate of freshly steamed veggies. 
I looked up to find her staring at me with those undress 
me eyes. Its cliché, I know. Yet, I started to get lost 
in a sea of green-hazel each time I looked at her and 
soon I became mesmerized, then she winked. She was 
definitely teasing me, taunting me with that sexual 
persona. 

Belinda spoke to me without saying a word; her body 
language was screaming take me. Her eyes whispered her 
longing and her ragged breathing told me she was 
affected by this magical night as much as I was. 

I leant over the table and whispered, "I'm hornier than 
a ten-peckered owl. How about you?"

Ok, I admit it, it probably wasn't the most romantic 
line, but it made her laugh. Sometimes, laughter can be 
an erotic thing. I sure hoped so, anyhow. She seemed to 
laugh at all my corny jokes and even told a few herself 
throughout the evening. She was perfect. 

How we made it to the car without ripping off our 
clothes and making love right there in that posh uptown 
restaurant was beyond me. My hands couldn't stop 
touching her body. I was painfully aware of the softness 
of her skin underneath her elegant attire. My fingertips 
strayed from the small of her back to her hips, as I 
escorted her to the car. 

I pulled up in front of her building, which was a cozy 
brownstone in the heart of a nice little neighborhood in 
the city. 

"Want to come up for some coffee," she asked.

"Definitely," I said. 

We kept the appearance of a formal date, but she spoke 
with a voice thick with sexual innuendo, telling me 
about the recent trivialities of her life. I never had 
thought that talking about such a mundane task as 
finding the right apartment would have ever been so 
erotic. Although, I think that we could have talked 
about the national deficit and I still would have been 
turned on. 

It was the way she presented herself that I found so 
sexy. It was the moonlight that glowed in her hair and 
the sexual tension that had been building up for the 
past few hours, during the romantic-comedy film and then 
later at Martino's. 

"Would you mind unlocking the door? Sometimes, it gets 
stuck." She handed me the key and like the gallant 
gentleman I am, I proceeded to act as if I were one, 
even with her hands fondling me. Soon, I turned around 
to a loving embrace. We fell through the door landing in 
a pile on a shag carpet, laughing at our own antics. 

She kicked the door closed with her foot and lay next to 
me and my lips found hers. The first kiss, which is 
usually the most awkward, was beautiful. Our faces 
inched closer, as the laughing subsided, and our lips 
touched ever so gently. It was a simple kiss, but the 
electricity it brought made my mind almost short 
circuit. Our tongues met in a dance of mutual 
attraction. Her lips pressed together and my hands 
caressed her shoulder, arm and finally clasped her hand 
into mine. 

Our kisses became urgent and Belinda started to caress 
my beard. Her fingers trailed through the trimmed hair 
and I heard myself groan. I pulled her blouse out of her 
skirt, caressing my hands on her soft flesh.

She broke our extended kiss and leaned back to unbutton 
her blouse. My mouth dropped in astonishment at her 
beauty. I would compare her to an angel, but she would 
rival anything I could imagine. Her auburn hair cascaded 
down into my face as she leant over to undo her 
brassiere. Two magnificently proportioned breasts swayed 
out of the confines of the lacy material. Of course, I 
may be biased, but she was the most gorgeous creature I 
had ever seen. 

She pulled me forward by my ears and presented me to her 
bite size nipples, which rested on two of the mounds of 
ivory. My mouth quickly clasped onto her right breast 
and I heard her moan in gratitude. 

I nudged her onto her back, caressing her body with my 
shaking hands, while tasting her sweet perfumed skin. 
Her skirt had bunched around her waist and I could feel 
the heat emanating from her center on my knee. I could 
feel her gyrating her hips against me, ushering me 
onward.

"Lick me... down there," she whispered. 

I thought it strange that she was so hesitant in voicing 
her demands by issuing them in a heaving whisper, but 
was enthralled by the idea of tasting her. I kissed her 
mouth one more time and scooted down her body, while my 
hands lingered on her breasts.

I could smell her musk-like, feminine scent. It was not 
pungent or obscene to me because I had always had an 
urge to taste a woman's sex. I pulled aside her panties 
and was greeted by a patch of auburn above her 
glistening slit. Her lips were open, wet and waiting for 
my tongue. 

I kissed my way around her inner thighs, causing her to 
arch her back in anticipation. My nose nuzzled her, as I 
tasted her. A moan escaped from her throat and I 
continued my exploration of her soft folds. Her 
clitoris, small but standing out, was the next victim of 
my tongue. I heard her hiss through her teeth and 
surmised she was too sensitive for direct stimulation at 
that moment. My tongue swabbed and swiped around her 
inner folds. My beard was slowly becoming doused with 
her juices and my excess saliva. 

She was nearing her release, when I clasped my mouth on 
her clit. Her moans turned to cries of passion and her 
hips convulsed. My finger slid into her slowly and I 
continued my onslaught. I looked up to see her head 
rolling side to side, causing her hair to whip against 
her sweaty brow. 

Slowly, she came down from her orgasmic daze and I 
kissed up her arm to her neck, soothing her back to 
reality. I kissed her smiling lips and brushed the hair 
from her face. My erection pressed into her thigh, as we 
lounged on the living room floor. 

She stood and took my hand. I thought we were heading to 
the bedroom, but she handed me my coat. 

"I think we should say goodnight," she said in a serious 
voice.

I searched her face for any evidence that she could be 
pulling my leg.

"May I see you again, perhaps tomorrow night?" I asked, 
wondering if this was just a test. 

"Ok, call me," she said.

I was ushered out of her apartment and into the dark 
night. I adjusted myself and started walking towards my 
car.

"What a tease," I said to nobody in particular.

END

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