Up

“Uh… uu… up…” she finally managed to say. She buried her face in her arms as if embarrassed by what she was asking for. Not that I cared for her feelings, since she was only imaginary..

I put my knees on either side of her thighs and slowly pulled the waistband up to where it had started. Then I kept going, further and further in short little bursts. I was careful not to apply tension towards the back; I doubt she would have found a wedgie to be particularly enjoyable.

“Like that?” I asked after a minute of gentle tugging.

“You can go higher,” she whispered in response.

That wasn’t exactly true, as anytime I released the tension her waistband would pull itself back to a lower position. But that wasn’t really the point of it anymore. I tugged harder now, sliding the fabric back and forth over her clit and pussy lips over and over. Kimberly started to roll her hips in time with me, further emphasizing the effect.

“How about there?”

“Higher…” she said quietly. She was starting to sound **** for release. And I certainly didn’t want to disappoint her.

I pulled harder. Her breath became ragged and I could see her whole body starting to tense. The scent of her pussy found it’s way to my nose and I could hear how wet she had become.

I inhaled deeply and then asked again, “Is that high enough?”

“More… just a…. little… more!” her answer came in short bursts.

I obliged her. I sped up and pulled with more ****. We were now moving back and forth with one another at the pace of a hard, passionate fucking.

“Almost… there… Mikey... almost…”

Sensing she was close I decided to end it explosively.

“Don’t you worry, Kimberly,” I said sweetly, “I won’t stop until I get you… EXACTLY… WHERE… YOU WANT… TO GO!”

With each word I pulled as hard as I could without ripping the fabric. Her bikini briefs were now sawing back and forth between the dripping wet lips of her cunt and rubbing right up against her swollen clit. She screamed as she came. Her body lifted off the lounge chair, pressing her back against me and forcing me to sit on my ankles. Her bikini top was left behind as she raised up onto her knees. Her right hand squeezed her tits together as her left arm snaked behind her to grab the hair at the back of my head and pull me in close.

She held herself against me for a minute or two. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and I gradually released the tension on her waistband. Her bikini was now firmly wedged into her front and back, but she was far from complaining.

Kimberly seemed to drift off into her own slumber as she lowered herself back onto the lounge chair. I wondered to myself if I should finish things off with her or go and find something else to entertain me.