Not just yet

As you lean into the glass, breathing hard from your incredible orgasm, chastising yourself for having cum so fast, wondering just what you could have done had you had more will power and saved yourself, but on the otherhand, it was a mind blowing wank, so you realise you shouldn’t feel too bad about it.

As you stare at her beautiful body, Lucy leans down to retrieve her phone, her breasts swaying freely again after being pressed into the door for the last few minutes, small goose bumps visible on her body from the coldness of the glass. As she begins to stand back upright, she pauses, her face level with the splash of cum that you have left all over the door, and your now softening cock just inches behind that.

As she looks at the slowly descending line of cum, she flicks her tongue out, pretending to lap at it, and again you wish you had controlled yourself a little longer to see just what you could have got from this young girl.

Slowly she raises her body back upright, grinning at the sight of you still panting hard against the glass, your hot breath misting up against the coolness of it. You wait for her to turn away and return to her side of the fence, assuming she has had her fun and will now leave you to the job of cleaning the door before your wife gets home, but instead she simply lifts the phone to her face once more and you watch as her slim fingers tap away at the small keypad.

Completed she lowers her arm, holding her phone at her side, and stands there, smiling at you, but making no effort to either leave or continue her teasing of you. Not for the first time, you wonder just what is going on, and who it is that Lucy is texting all the time. All you can guess is that she is having some fun at your expense by telling one of her friends just what she is up to at every stage of her tease.

Even as you consider the possibilities, you see her lift the phone back up to her face, obviously a new message has arrived…