For a minute or two, but what felt like an hour, she just moved her hands up and down my thighs, over my stomach, anywhere but my cock. She swooped in like she was going to take it in her mouth, only to veer away at the last minute and kiss just the tip. She gently cradled my ball sac as she looked up into my eyes and smiled.
“You are a delicious tease,” I said. She smiled at what I knew she took as a compliment.
“Mmm, I knew you’d have a nice cock, Michael. It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “There must be some very happy ladies in Austin.”
“A few,” was all I could respond. I couldn’t speak, quite honestly. I was dumbstruck watching and waiting for her to engage. She grabbed me at the root and guided the tip to her pursed lips; planting a gentle kiss on the frenulum as she smiled up at me with those big brown eyes. Then she began what had to be the most agonizingly wonderful combo blowjob and handjob I had ever received. She was in no hurry and was going to take her sweet time. I decided to relax and enjoy this wonderful moment.
“There’s a word for what you’re doing, you know,” I said quietly.
“Yes, I know,” she replied as she licked my length slowly, never taking her eyes of mine. “Edging, I believe,” she added. She swooped over the top, went down a few inches, bobbed up and down several times with a juicy mouth, then let me pop out of her mouth while looking intently at me with pouty empty lips.
“God, Lanie. Where did you learn…”? I was cut off as she went low and began to lick my balls while slowly, impossibly slowly, jerking the top two inches with an encircled thumb and forefinger. She paused to answer, matter-of-factly.
“Senior year. My high school boyfriend. We were both virgins and were going to wait for Senior Prom night to have full blown sex, which we did in a hotel room in New York after the prom.” She casually stroked me up and down as she relayed her story. “But all spring we concentrated on doing everything but. And we both learned how to take our time and enjoy touching and oral. And so…”
“You’re magnificent, Lanie,” I stated honestly. It was true. She was. “God bless your high school boyfriend,” I grunted, barely able to form a sentence.
“I want you to come for me, Michael. I want to watch you and taste you,” she said in this sexy voice as she returned to touching and kissing and sucking my cock. I was in a total and utter state of arousal. I felt completely relaxed, but also on the edge of my seat, literally. “Come for me, bro,” she said.
So, I lay back and let her have her way with me. What lovely torture! I watched as she sucked my balls while stroking me, then switched it up and massaged both testicles while sucking me as gently and solidly as any woman ever had. And slowly and surely she kept increasing the pace, edging me toward climax. And once she knew I was closing in, as she felt my body tensing and my breathing get erratic, she pursed her lips on my frenulum and began an up and down motion with her lips and tongue. All the while she stared into my eyes, her slender manicured fingers gently wrapped around the base of my shaft. It was the most natural erotic thing in the world.