It’s a struggle, but you want to make her wait

Again you use all your will power to stop yourself cumming, your hand that is around your cock slowing its action enough to ensure you don’t splash your spunk all over the glass.

Lucy seems to sense you are holding off the final moment, and a strange look crosses her face, not quite one of disappointment, more of resignation. As you look at her strange expression and try to make sense of it, she is again lifting her phone to her face, and as she is not typing this time, you can only assume she has received yet another message.

As she lowers the phone to her side, she looks back at your face with a look that seems to be a mixture of resignation but also enjoyment. You stand there watching and waiting, your hand still sliding slowly up and down your stiff cock, wondering what the new look on her face could mean.

As she reaches to the door handle on her side, your heart races even faster as you realise she is about to talk to you, and you make no move to assist as she slide the patio door a few inches open, so finally you can talk to this naked figure rather than just look.

“I can’t believe you didn’t cum for me, you have really let me down” are her first words, but any sense of disappointment her words may indicate are washed away by the way in which she says them. “And so, because I couldn’t complete my challenge, I have to help you out, if of course you want me to.”

“Pardon? Challenge?” you utter like a fool, her words having confused the hell out of you.

“Yes, challenge,” she begins to explain as if you are a prize idiot. “I had a bet that I could get you to cum within three minutes of entering your garden, but you let me down. Either I’m losing my touch, or you have a lot more self-control that I realised.”

“Bet?” you ask, still not totally sure what she is on about, although as you look from her to her phone, you start to get an idea of what has been going on. As she sees you look at her phone, she lifts it up again, as if to confirm the thoughts that are slowly forming in your head.

“Yes, my friend,” she adds a strange emphasise to the word ‘friend’ as she says it, “bet I couldn’t get you to cum, and the last text was to inform me my time was up, and to tell me my forfeit. So, do you want my help to finish you off?” and as she asks her eyes drift down to your cock, licking her lips as she watches you still stroking on yourself.

“Well…” you begin, taking in this naked girl who is now basically offering herself to you because of some mad bet.