Staying Out of Trouble

Standing outside the hotel door, key poised in the lock, I take a deep breath, releasing some of the tension.

I met him a few years ago online - him, manly and worldly and me, well, being me - lets just say two types that don't normally mix. Shaking my head, I still can't believe I'm standing here. Pressing my palm against the door, I take another deep breath, my breasts rising and falling rapidly. 'Now all I have to do is open it,' I whisper to myself, looking down at the key in my palm. Leaning against the doorframe, I take another deep breath, my nose twitching as I detect a hint of cologne... mmmmm... well at least he smells good. Breathing in again, my nipples tightening in some sort of primal female response, I let him fill my mind - Another challenge, can I do it?

Squaring my shoulders, and facing the door head on, my breasts thrust high; I reach out and open the door. Expecting to find him waiting on the other side, my shoulders droop when all I find is an envelope and a single long-stem white rose. Dropping my small carrying case on the floor, I walk over to the satin pillow the envelope is sitting on, with 'Amy' written neatly on the front. Opening it, I find a message, "You've come this far, its up to you to go farther. You can either spend the night here, uninterrupted, or continue on your journey, finding me at the end. Your next challenge is waiting for you in the box on the dresser - hint, white signifies purity."

Curiously opening the box, I giggle as I pull out a pair of pure white cotton panties. Knowing his fetish for underwear, I can't believe that he actually picked these out. On a small pin attached was a note... "Wear me - I'll bring you pleasure." Fingering the crotch, I notice a slightly raised patch, hmmmm... I guess there's a flaw in the material. Shrugging my shoulders, I reach up under my skirt, and pull my lacy pink thong off - another one of his previous challenges.

Gingerly stepping into them, I slide the soft material up my legs. Noticing myself in the mirror - my face lit with excitement, my creamy legs exposed all the way up to the reddish blonde curls catching the light from the open window of my virgin pussy - I can't help but watch. The panties trapped around my thighs, I reach down, running my fingertips through my curls, lightly fluffing them, then tugging my panties up over my hips, they settle over me, fitting like a glove.

From his hidden position on the other side of the slightly ajar adjoining room door, he silently chuckles as he watches her touching herself. He grins, thinking about how sexy she is. At 23, her body young and curvy, soft, rubenesque in the old-world fashion, and every ounce feminine. Not a dazzling beauty, her appearance was a classic one, but her smile, her smile was one that could capture a soul. Watching her give her curls another pat, he smirks thinking of how hard it was for her to keep her fingers out of there... but he'll have something to keep them occupied with tonight.

Reading the rest of the note, "don't forget your cell phone - then go downstairs and catch the 22 train to the mall," I grab my purse and head out the door. Locking the hotel door behind me, I glance up as a rather dashing young man exits the room next to mine, flashing me a devilish grin as he passes me, headed towards the elevators. Hurrying to catch the elevator, I drop my purse on the floor - my cell phone falling out in the process. Our hands brush as we both reach for it at the same time, and startled, I look up into his waiting eyes, a kind, and yet somewhat mischievous gleam in them. Whispering a quick thanks, he hands it over with a wink, and holds the door to the elevator open, as I squish all the way into the back, he taking a spot near the front.

Leaning my head against the wall, trying to stay out of the way of an elderly matron and her rather large hat, I close my eyes - thinking of him again. Not ever meeting him in person, or seeing a photo of him, I really didn't know whom to look for. Was he tall, short, thin, stocky, and muscled...? Dark hair, light hair, blue/green/brown/gray eyes? Did he have two eyes, or was there just one in the center of his forehead? Chuckling at that thought, I open my eyes briefly to make sure no one noticed me laughing to myself, and seeing that no one was paying any attention to me, I close my eyes again.

Starting so lightly that I could barely detect anything, I feel a gentle vibration against the lips of my pussy. Thinking it was the wall vibrating behind me, I stand up straight, the movement causing my nether lips to open and the crotch of the panties to nestle right against my tiny button. Gasping lightly, the new position of the panties causing my clit to harden and buzz with pleasure, I glance around, and again, no one seemed to notice my odd behavior. Bracing my hand against the wall behind me, my nipples now aroused and fully erect, tantalize me as they brush against my satin bra, I can't help but slowly rotate my hips with the pleasure - but as quickly as it came, it stopped.

Glancing up at the ceiling of the elevator, the metal casting a slight reflection, he was almost able to see her clearly. Careful not to draw attention to him or her, a loving smile plays around his lips as he watches her face flush, and her pupils dilate with pleasure. The elevator finally arrives at the bottom floor, and he being the first person, steps out, heading on his way.

Shaking my head to clear it, I immediately know that my little joy ride in the elevator was his doing... I guess his taste in panties is actually good. Waiting until everyone exits the elevator, I leave the hotel, following the signs to the metro. Standing on the corner, waiting for the flow of traffic to stop, the vibrations start again. This time in a slightly different pattern, almost as if a tiny tongue was slowly licking my clit, tiny circles around and around. I can't help but lean against the mailbox on the corner, bracing my suddenly weak legs as the sensations grow and pulse, making my tiny puss hum with pleasure. Hoping no one sees me, not really caring now if they did, my hips begin to move in tandem with the licks, the delicious feeling in my clit spreading through my whole puss and down my thighs. Just as quickly the intense pleasure was gone, and I was left leaning on the mailbox, wet and ready, and almost completely out of control.

Taking a deep calming breath, I step off the curb as the crosswalk changes, and my cell phone starts ringing, a little thrill running through me as I recognize the number. Answering with a breathy 'hello' I'm greeted by a deep chuckle, "Feel good, baby?"

Coming to a standstill in the middle of the busy intersection, the world whizzing by, I frantically look around for someone, anyone who seems to be watching me.

"How, how do you know?" I whisper, not seeing anyone. "Who do you think is controlling those panties, sweetie?" Blushing scarlet, I stammer, "you are watching me?"

A deep, "mmm hmmm" was the only answer I got before the line was disconnected and a loud car horn blared close to my rear end. Holding my hand out in apology, I ran across the street, and headed down the tube to the metro.

Standing before the underground map of the city, I try to find the 22 in the maze of crossing colors and numbers. That's when it started to happen again, this time feeling like a fingertip stroking back and forth lightly, my knees going weak, my thighs starting to tremble. Ducking into the ladies room, I race into a stall, leaning against the wall for support. Unable to stop my hands, I reach up, and gently roll my nipples between my fingertips, my hips thrusting high and hard against that finger. My cell phone rings again, and blindly I reach down to answer it.

In that voice, gosh that sexy voice of his, he whispers, "I think someone's close to cumming..."

Gasping lightly for breath, my body tingling, the panties suddenly stop their movement. Opening the stall door, I face the mirror, taking long deep calming breaths as he whispers soothing sounds in my ear.

"Why did you stop?," I whisper. "Because its more fun to tease you," he chuckles.

Placing my hand on my hip, my breasts thrust out, I take a long hard look at myself - my face lightly flushed, my lips pouty and red from nibbling on them - yes, I definitely look teased.

"You got quiet, what are you doing?" he asks.

"Oh, nothing really," I begin in a sexy whisper, "just leaning against the sink in the bathroom, running my fingers through the cold water, and lightly letting droplets run down between my swollen achy breasts, cooling them. Mmmmmmm..."

"What?" he gasps.

"Oh, a little droplet just slid underneath my lacy bra, and wrapped itself around my nipple.... mmmmmm... it tingles its so cold."

I can hear his voice get deeper with arousal, "what, what are you doing now?"

"Oh, just running my fingers up and down my tummy, teasing my belly button, it looks so cute when I pull my shirt up, so soft and round, peeking out from under my skirt. It almost likes to be touched as much as my clit does."

"Oh, really?" his breath coming harder.

Placing his fingertips lightly on the bathroom door, he knows that all he has to do is push it open, and she'll be in his arms. He'll be able to wrap his lips around that strawberry nipple and suck long and hard, he'll be able to run his tongue all along that tight virgin pussy of her's - denying her clit until she orgasms uncontrollably. He knows that it will be his name she'll be screaming as she cums, just as it has been every night for the last couple of months.

Taking a deep controlling breath, he chuckles into the phone, "Trying to tease me, are you?"

Giggling lightly, I whisper, "Yes, is it working?"

"More then you know, Amy, more then you know - now get your sweet ass to the mall," he disconnects the call.

Straightening my clothing, I stride out of the bathroom, my head held high, and the knowledge that I affect him as much as he does me giving an extra bounce in my step. Stopping at the map again, I notice the young gentleman earlier from the hotel studying the map as well. Noticing me, he gives me another wink before turning his attention back to the map.

Looking up at him, my 5'7" just reaching his shoulder, I ask, "Do you know how to get to the mall on the 22?" Holding up his ticket, which had, a large 22 printed on it, he pointed to the ticket booth.

Taking my place with the masses of other people, I slide my ticket in the revolving counter before making my way towards the metro. Seeing the young gentleman enter the train slightly ahead of me, I lose him in the sarong of people, and I head all the way to the back of the car, hanging on the top railing for balance. Being the last person, I turn my back on the rest of the people on the train, and stare out of the window, looking for any sign of the mall stop.

Clutching my purse, I tighten my grip on the overhead rod, focusing my attention out of the window as the metro starts to move. Once again, starting at a slow vibration, the panties start to tantalize my pussy lips. Bracing my legs apart for support, I close my eyes with the pleasure, slowly swaying back in forth, the train's movements deepening the feeling. Biting my bottom lip, I try to resist the temptation, to try to force my arousal back, but I can't.

Slipping all the way up my toes, over my calves, up my thighs and centering right around my tiny clit, the pleasure ripples in waves. Throwing my head back, my reddish blonde hair shining in the dim lighting, my breath coming harder and deeper, I try to stop my hips from thrusting towards the tongue like sensation.

Letting out a startled cry as a strong arm comes around my waist, I try to turn to face my intruder, but with his other hand, he gently turns my face back around, as he pulls me tightly back against his hard male body. Sliding his hand down my side, his other hand lightly covering my mouth, he fits the curve of my firm buttocks right against him, the train causing his hard cock to nuzzle against me.

Holding me still, tight against him, I take a few deep breaths awaiting my attacker's next move. The panties, forgotten in the shuffle, start to vibrate stronger, teasing my clit, alternating between licking and stroking, teasing me more then before. Trying not to enjoy the sensations, especially with him so close, I struggle to be free. As if it were in slow motion, his warm breath teases the outside of my ear, and his deep male voice gently whispers, "shhhhhh.. just enjoy."

Startled again, at the sound of his voice... HIS VOICE... I freeze... unsure if I'm hearing things, chuckling softly in my ear, he whispers, "I couldn't wait any longer, I just had to hold you as you cum."

The sensations making my knees weak, his breath in my ear, and the panties, oh the panties - licking and massaging, he begins to whisper in my ear, "Don't you want to cum for me? Your panties all wet, your nipples poking through your pretty blouse... your tiny clit, loving the sensations, whishing it was my tongue licking you... I'd tease you first, denying your clit the attention it wants, the attention it deserves, then slowly lick all the way from your little asshole, over your tiny soft spot between your pussy and your ass, then dip my tongue in just for a second, into that tight virgin pussy of yours, before wrapping my lips around your clit, sucking hard... that doesn't turn you on, does it?"

Gasping for breath, my head thrown back against his chest, my breasts swollen and achy, my clit hard and nestled tight against the panties, I barely pant a "yes" while his tongue licks around my ear, sucking on the earlobe while brushing his very hard cock against my buttocks. Watching my reaction, knowing my every breath and pant, he knows I'm getting very close.

Giving my earlobe one final suck, pulling me tighter back against him, he whispers, "Cum for me baby... cum on..."

My hips thrusting, my panting getting stronger, the pleasure shoots up from my clit, surrounding my nipples then continues filling my head with bright beautiful colors...

"cum for me Amy, cum on..." with one final thrust of my hips, I cum hard and high, not caring about my surroundings, not caring if everyone hears, his hand protecting my cries, his body shielding mine from prying eyes.

Sagging back against him, I let out one final long sigh. Wrapping both arms around me he nuzzles his cheek against mine, giving my body time to come down from the pleasure. Taking his hand in mine, I turn to face him for the first time. Poking him in the chest, "You, it was you the whole time!!!"

Laughing outright at me, the nice young man from my day's travels gently cups my cheek in his palm, with a wicked look in his eye whispers, "well, I had to make sure you stayed out of trouble."