Tease her

Your fingertips dance around the edge of her clothes, puhsing and pulling, but very carefully working to never reveal her breast. Emily's eyes glance more constantly at her shirt, and your hand fills again with her breast. Every so often, your wrist makes its way back to the edge of her top, and Emily's breathing gets slightly faster. After the third attempt, you glance down at her and try to up the tension just enough to keep her on her toes. Her hand continues stroking yours but you notice as yuo pose the threat of exposing her, she tightens up for a moment. Her breasts still feel amazing against your skin, and you find yourself wanting to expose her just to glance at her nipple, which has hardened against your hand.

"I can imagine how it would look," you tell her quietly. "You, stroking me, your firm tit exposed to all these people. You'd get so many looks." Your hand slowly pushes the edge away for a moment before letting her shirt fall back. "And you know I could do this all day." Emily nods, glancing down at her hand on your cock. She works you slowly, but steadily, and the look of concern seems to be melting away the more she realizes you're doing this to turn her on rather than to expose her.

"I would love to see it," you whisper. "Your tit exposed. It wouldn't be for long, though," you prompt her. Emily grunts as you pluck gently at her nipple, an almost pinch that draws a gasp of pleasure Emily has trouble muting.

"Why wouldn't it be for long?" Emily asks, and you get the definite sense that the question is drawn not just from lust, but genuine curiosity. You grin at her. You lean in gently to kiss at her neck, glancing down as she strokes you expertly. You get lost for a moment, your lips caressing her neck and stopping at her ear. Emily sighs as your hand more eagerly pushes and prods at her breast. You remember your question as you pull away, watching your hand take its fill from her amazing flesh.

"I'd be sucking on it," you tell her, though you can hear your voice gruff with lust.

"So no one would get to see my boob?" she asks as she strokes you. "That's so noble of you, to hide my bared tit with your mouth. Good thing I picked the right guy to jerk off in the theater," she adds. She shifts in the seat, somehow getting closer to you. Her lips find yours and you feel her turn to fill your hand even more. You cup the breast from the bottom this time, and push it up. Her firm tit almost escapes, and you feel a sharp breath as you release her. The flesh springs back and she looks at you with an almost pained expression. Almost. "You dirty fucker," she moans, more softly than you expect.

"What do I have to do to keep my tit in my top?" she asks. There is a flicker of concern, but mostly of lust. You wonder if she's playing a bit, and you glance down at your cock.

"Oh," she says, catching on immediately. "Do you want me to make you cum?" You grin, and Emily can't keep the facade up. She smiles and leans in for a kiss. You gently palm her breast and she looks at you with half-closed eyes. "Because I'm really good at that." You groan, finding it difficult to argue with her as she works your cock over. "Is that why you're hanging out with me?" she asks, and you feel the control you did have slightly pulled away as Emily goes on the offensive. "Because I like making you cum?" You reach down and press against her tit, and she moans, catching herself as you push her tit into her chest.

"Take it out," she dares you. "Show everyone what you're doing to my tit."