Journal Of A Timid Temptress Read Online Free
Author: Deirdre O'Dare
right?"
"I know. I'm sorry. I can't help it. Here, I'll kick my shoes off."
"No, I'll take them." He took one hand from my leg and slipped off my shoes, first one and then the other. He set them on the floor with hardly a sound. Meanwhile, the other hand stayed busy. If I had melted before, I think I was vaporizing now. I buried my face against his shoulder to muffle the little sounds I couldn't help making.
"No, you can't come yet," he said as I drew in a desperate gasp and surged against his stroking hand. He backed off and I almost wept. My pussy did weep.
"Please," I whispered. "Please don't stop. I'll die. I'm so close!"
I could only describe his chuckle as diabolical. "Control, dear girl. You need to learn control. Tantric practice will allow you to go all night at the very brink until the optimum sensation and the maximum pleasure is achieved."
With that, he drew back, tugged my skirt down from around my waist and then sniffed at the hand that had been playing with me. He nodded as if to himself. The words he murmured sounded the same way. "Lovely, warm, womanly scent. Of course, one so responsive would be."
I sat there not sure whether to scream, curse or weep. I was still shaking fiercely. If he didn't finish this for me, I'd have to head for the nearest restroom to relieve myself. I was stretched tighter than a guitar string, the high one. Talk about frustration!
"Aren't you going to..."
"Not now, sweetheart. That will give you something to look forward to. I have to be at a department meeting in about fifteen minutes. I'll leave the office unlocked. Just put the books on my desk." With that he shut his eyes and seemed to be concentrating on some kind of a breathing exercise, a yoga thing or something, as if I was nowhere around.
I bounced off the desk, stuffed my feet into my shoes and hauled ass out of there! I knew of a ladies room right around the corner. I hit it before I went on to the library. My hand doesn't have the magic of his, but it got the job done. For about half an hour I was furious with him, but I can't stay mad long. I'm learning. Wasn't that what I wanted?
* * * *
Feb 15
Valentine's Day was a disappointment, but the next day more than made up for it! I only saw him in class on Friday. He thanked me sweetly for getting the books. Then he said very gently that he didn't have time for us today, but that Saturday was coming. And Becky was going to need a sitter again. Of course I jumped at the chance, even though I wasn't sure another encounter with Linds would work for me right now. Perhaps this time he would drive me home instead. I lived on that hope until this evening.
He came after me in the Triumph again. I love how he looks in jeans and a sweater or sweatshirt. I go all moist and melty just looking at him. He reached over and squeezed my knee while I was fastening the seat belt.
"I can't decide if you look better in tight jeans or a short skirt. A skirt has the advantage of accessibility, though."
That took me right back to Wednesday and had me all hot and bothered in an instant. He meant for that to happen, of course. Too soon we reached their apartment.
Again we climbed the stairs in silence. The drapes were drawn in the living room so it took my eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light. Then I saw Linds and almost swallowed my tongue!
She wore a shiny black garter belt with fishnet hose, high black boots, a bustier with a cut-out for each breast and black fingerless gloves that extended above her elbows. I gasped. Surely she would not dress like this in front of Becky! Actually, although on the thin side, in this costume she wasn't too bad. Black was her color, no question about that.
"I thought, I...where's Becky?" I probably looked like a fish thrown out of its tank, my mouth flapping soundlessly in shock. For the moment, I didn't care. This was just too weird!
"Becky is spending the weekend with a friend." That came from Philippe. "Linds and I decided we both
"I know. I'm sorry. I can't help it. Here, I'll kick my shoes off."
"No, I'll take them." He took one hand from my leg and slipped off my shoes, first one and then the other. He set them on the floor with hardly a sound. Meanwhile, the other hand stayed busy. If I had melted before, I think I was vaporizing now. I buried my face against his shoulder to muffle the little sounds I couldn't help making.
"No, you can't come yet," he said as I drew in a desperate gasp and surged against his stroking hand. He backed off and I almost wept. My pussy did weep.
"Please," I whispered. "Please don't stop. I'll die. I'm so close!"
I could only describe his chuckle as diabolical. "Control, dear girl. You need to learn control. Tantric practice will allow you to go all night at the very brink until the optimum sensation and the maximum pleasure is achieved."
With that, he drew back, tugged my skirt down from around my waist and then sniffed at the hand that had been playing with me. He nodded as if to himself. The words he murmured sounded the same way. "Lovely, warm, womanly scent. Of course, one so responsive would be."
I sat there not sure whether to scream, curse or weep. I was still shaking fiercely. If he didn't finish this for me, I'd have to head for the nearest restroom to relieve myself. I was stretched tighter than a guitar string, the high one. Talk about frustration!
"Aren't you going to..."
"Not now, sweetheart. That will give you something to look forward to. I have to be at a department meeting in about fifteen minutes. I'll leave the office unlocked. Just put the books on my desk." With that he shut his eyes and seemed to be concentrating on some kind of a breathing exercise, a yoga thing or something, as if I was nowhere around.
I bounced off the desk, stuffed my feet into my shoes and hauled ass out of there! I knew of a ladies room right around the corner. I hit it before I went on to the library. My hand doesn't have the magic of his, but it got the job done. For about half an hour I was furious with him, but I can't stay mad long. I'm learning. Wasn't that what I wanted?
* * * *
Feb 15
Valentine's Day was a disappointment, but the next day more than made up for it! I only saw him in class on Friday. He thanked me sweetly for getting the books. Then he said very gently that he didn't have time for us today, but that Saturday was coming. And Becky was going to need a sitter again. Of course I jumped at the chance, even though I wasn't sure another encounter with Linds would work for me right now. Perhaps this time he would drive me home instead. I lived on that hope until this evening.
He came after me in the Triumph again. I love how he looks in jeans and a sweater or sweatshirt. I go all moist and melty just looking at him. He reached over and squeezed my knee while I was fastening the seat belt.
"I can't decide if you look better in tight jeans or a short skirt. A skirt has the advantage of accessibility, though."
That took me right back to Wednesday and had me all hot and bothered in an instant. He meant for that to happen, of course. Too soon we reached their apartment.
Again we climbed the stairs in silence. The drapes were drawn in the living room so it took my eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light. Then I saw Linds and almost swallowed my tongue!
She wore a shiny black garter belt with fishnet hose, high black boots, a bustier with a cut-out for each breast and black fingerless gloves that extended above her elbows. I gasped. Surely she would not dress like this in front of Becky! Actually, although on the thin side, in this costume she wasn't too bad. Black was her color, no question about that.
"I thought, I...where's Becky?" I probably looked like a fish thrown out of its tank, my mouth flapping soundlessly in shock. For the moment, I didn't care. This was just too weird!
"Becky is spending the weekend with a friend." That came from Philippe. "Linds and I decided we both
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