The game is on

We lock eyes as we continue to pleasure each other. We did our best to mask how much we were enjoying each other's touch, but the cracks were starting to slip. The occasional smile. The odd gasp. The passion flickering in each other's eyes. Deep down, we know we are indulging in each other's touch, but we didn't want to concede defeat.

The stranger decides to take things up a notch, by slapping my pussy. Not hard enough to break me, but hard enough to sting. Hard enough to crave a tender touch. Hard enough to throw me off my game. In that moment I had paused, the stranger slapped me again, causing my knees to buckle.

I had to fight back. I was tempted to slap him, but copying him would be a sign of weakness. Instead, I grip his dick tightly and dig my thumb into that cluster of nerves below his cockhead. My thumb rolls around his frenulum, causing the stranger's eyes to go wide. It is a new sensation, or at least one he is not used to. One that might just help me win this little game we are playing.

Of course, variety is the spice of one's sex life, so I start stroking him vigorously. With every few pumps, I stop and rub his frenulum. It's the rhythm that throws him off. Makes him wonder what 's coming next. I switch between two tugs, four tugs, and whatever tugs I feel like. Whatever it takes to throw him off his game.

Not to be undone, the stranger goes in for the kill, jamming a pair of his fingers inside of me. They wriggled around , searching for the spot that would delight me as much as it would break me. He can feel how wet I am, and I'm dripping at this point. I utter no words, but the moans that escape say more than enough. That damn smile comes back to his face, telling me he knows that he is close to victory.

Not that I relent. Truth be told, I didn't care that much about the photo, but I sure as hell cared about winning and wiping that damn smile off his face. So I stroke. I stroke as hard as I can muster. I feel some wetness, but it isn't merely a drip of pre-cum. It's a taste of victory that might be mine so long I can hold on.

We lock eyes once more, trying to see through each other. There is no way to mask the ecstasy we're feeling at this point. We both know that we are seconds away from knowing who will win this game.