Beautiful tease

The leather glove, damp with your muffled pleas, fell from your mouth with a soft thud as Lulu sauntered towards the bathroom. Your eyes, denied any other focus, tracked her every move. Her back, usually a canvas of smooth, taned skin, was now a landscape of glistening sweat, a testament to the recent storm that had raged there. The toned muscles beneath rippled with each purposeful stride, hinting at the athletic prowess you knew so well.

Your eyes devoured the sight of Lulu as she reemerged from the bathroom, the picture of post-coital bliss. Her usually vibrant energy was replaced by a languid sensuality. Every glistening inch of her toned body, from the delicate curve of her waist to the smooth expanse of her golden brown skin, spoke of the thoroughness she'd just experienced. The waves of her hair, usually impeccably styled, now framed her face in a messy tumble, a testament to the recent exertion.

Suddenly, she reappeared, a mischievous glint in her bluish-green eyes. "You might not be able to truly appreciate the... nuance of the situation anymore," she began, her voice a husky purr that sent shivers down your spine. The way her hips swayed with each step, a subtle reminder of the ecstasy she'd just experienced at another's touch, was a stark contrast to the frustration simmering beneath your own skin. The memory of her gasps, her moans, the symphony of pleasure she'd created for another man, filled you with a strange mix of envy and a perverse sense of detachment. Surely, a primal instinct roared within you, wasn't this captivating woman supposed to be yours? Weren't you designed to be the one igniting those sparks of desire in her beautiful eyes, the one to elicit those breathless sighs that spoke of pure, unadulterated pleasure?

A teasing smile played on her lips. "But I have an idea to fix that."

A flicker of confusion crossed your features, quickly replaced by a surge of arousal as she shifted her pose giving you an even better view of Lulu's slender frame, honed by countless jogs, sculpted perfection. Her firm, perky breasts, perfectly proportioned to her build, hinted at a strength that went beyond the physical. The smooth canvas of her skin was flawless, save for a single beauty mark that seemed to wink in the dim light. Even the hint of toned midriff spoke of her dedication to fitness.

Even restrained, your gaze lingered on the delicate curve of her waist, the point where her torso tapered into the firm, athletic sweep of her legs. The curve of her buttocks, accentuated by the slight sway of her hips, was a testament to her dedication to exercise. High and round, they possessed a hint of playful defiance, like perfectly ripe peaches waiting to be savored. Each cheek swelled with a fullness that hinted at hidden power, a delightful promise waiting to be unveiled. Even the small, milky, rebellious streak trickling down her leg, a remnant of Mark's touch, was a treacherous yet somehow strangely arousing detail. The memory of her laughter, that mesmerizing smile that could light up a room, was a bittersweet phantom in your mind. Now, a different kind of heat simmered beneath the surface, fueled by a potent mix of frustration and a raw, possessive hunger you couldn't quite quell. Mocked by the coldness of your cage.

Her words were a spark in the tinderbox of your emotions. Confusion warred with a rising tide of arousal as she announced, "This is the last time you'll see me naked for a while, so drink it in."

Your gaze devoured her. The athletic leanness of her body, the slight asymmetry of her perfect breasts, the symphony of delicate curves seamlessly flowing from her waist– every detail etched itself onto your memory.
For a moment, she stood there, a living sculpture illuminated by the afterglow of passion. Then, with a slow, deliberate spin, she showcased every inch of her glorious form. The moonlight, playing across the slight curve of her lower back, accentuated the way her buttocks clenched and relaxed with each subtle shift of her weight, a silent invitation to a world of unspoken pleasure. Then, with a lingering kiss on your cheek, her perfect form disappeared behind you.

The next few moments were a whirlwind. You felt the soft caress of her thighs as she blindfolded you. The world narrowed to darkness as she expertly secured the blindfold. You heard the soft padding of her feet on the floor, The distant click of your laptop opening, the familiar chime of your phone – each sound piqued your curiosity. Finally, the joyous peal of her laughter confirmed she was up to something.

The world narrowed to darkness as she expertly secured the blindfold. You heard the soft padding of her feet on the floor, followed by a purposeful click-clack at your laptop. Then, the unmistakable trill of your phone.
"Just installed a little software," she announced, her voice muffled through the makeshift blindfold. "Nudity filter, the whole shebang. No more naughty pictures or videos for you, my love."

The joy in her voice sent a shiver down your spine. With a final, playful tug, she ripped the blindfold free, offering a fleeting glimpse of her backside before disappearing back into the bathroom. You heard the familiar whoosh of the shower starting as she retreated once more into the bathroom. The click of the door shutting was the final punctuation mark on a scene that left you overwhelmed and deeply intrigued. You sat there, the taste of her frustration and a new, forbidden anticipation heavy in the air. What game was she playing now?