Girl asks to be stripped

The man guided the girl into the back entrance of his house and locked the door behind her. The click of the lock was tinged with fear as was being nearly naked and alone with a man who she knew could do anything he wanted to her—**** her, surely that, yes, but **** her too and then make her disappear. Who would know? Her fantasies ran wild and that they had turned into some kind of reality made her head swim.

But he's a nice guy, she kept telling herself. She hoped it was true. She wondered if she should just let him fuck her and get the suspense and the danger over with.

The man brought the girl into a lair in the center of his house, a room surrounded by other rooms. He closed the two doors, stood the girl in front of him, sat in a straight back chair, and began looking her over without restraint.

The girl felt the man's appraisal deep inside, from the entrance of her vagina and throughout her whole pelvic area.

"You're a little cutie," the man said pointedly eying her breasts then looking over her body until his gaze came to rest between her legs, albeit all still covered with a veil of a bikini.

The girl shifted restlessly from foot to foot. She needed to move on. She had already decided what she wanted, which was for the man to rub her clit and finger her so she could come. But without knowing him better she didn't want to get into role playing or any kind of elaborate game, and she wasn't ready for intercourse. It's too dangerous, she decided.

I'll let him strip me. But there's not much to strip, she decided. She was sure that letting her neighbor strip her would get him going and give her what she needed, which was an orgasm, quickly. She decided that setting the parameters of any kind of an _ongoing _relationship could come later. Yet, though she had decided what she wanted and had an idea how to get it going, she didn't know how to get it going safely meaning not having the man go too far.

"Sit down," the man said directing her to a chair.

"Could you take off my bathing suit?" the girl asked hopefully.

"Sit," the man repeated.

"I could take it off if you want," the girl volunteered.

"Sit," the man said again.

The girl, resigned to suffering for another period of time, sat. Then she had a pang of fear. What if I have to go home and don't have time to come? She was worried about not being helped or allowed to come before she had to go home for supper. Then she would have to wait until bedtime before masturbating. Oh no, she thought.

"It seems that in some way you're coming on to me," the man began.

The girl shrugged and then nodded as a discrete admission.

"I don't want to make assumptions, so I need you to be very clear about what you want," he continued. "We're neighbors. You're parents wouldn't like me doing _things _with you."

Or to me, the girl thought with a thrill. "No, they wouldn't, but I'll never tell. I swear," she said quietly.

The man nodded.

"So, you need to tell me what it is that you want," the man said. "I'm understanding and nonjudgmental. Do you want to discuss it? Would you like to go home? You did already tell me you want to undress or be undressed, right?"

"Yes," the girl admitted.

"Go on."

"I'm really horny. I have been all day. I get like that, even more than other girls I know."

"You talk about those sorts of things, you and your friends?" the man asked.

"Oh yes, a lot," the girl said.

"Go on," the man coached.

"Well, I usually come home and satisfy myself... but I saw you mowing your lawn... and you looked so sexy."

"Thank you," the man said.

"So I thought, since I know you a little, and you seem nice... that it would be much better... with your hands on me and all..."

The man nodded again. "I'd like to give you pleasure," he said.

The girl smiled. "I figured you would," she said with a smirk.

"Don't be fresh," the man said.

"Sorry," the girl replied. "I saw you looking at my breasts when you were over at our house. You tried not to show it, but I could tell you like them," she said.

"I didn't think you could tell," the man said. I tried not to let you notice.

"Girls can tell when guys are looking at us," the girl explained.

The man nodded.

"So, go on. What do you want from me?"

The girl swallowed, and her thoughts came out in a rush. "I want you to help me come. Instead of me doing it myself. Rub my clit and finger me. I'm a virgin, but I've had things in me. Like two or three fingers—two fingers feels best, but yours are bigger, so..." the girl clarified.

"I'm sorry really really very very sorry, but I don't want you to fuck me," she continued. "At least not yet. Maybe someday. I'm not sure. Can I trust you? I mean, I'm not on birth control. I suppose a condom... But I'm just not ready. I really really hope you don't mind. I mean I could suck you or something."

The man saw the girl make a distasteful face, and he figured that idea of sucking his penis didn't appeal to her.

"I could give you a hand job. But I don't really know how. I mean I did it to a boy once, but he couldn't come, so maybe I wasn't doing it right. It was still fun," she added.

"You said you wanted me to be in control," the mans said. "What did you mean by that?" he asked.

"Oh," the girl said. She licked her lips with nervousness.

"Did you mean you didn't know how to get me to help you—come—and you wanted me to take the lead? Or did you mean more than that?"

The girl paused and didn't answer.

"I thought maybe it was part of a fantasy," the man said. "I'm sure you know that many women, some men too, want to have things done to them, want someone else to be in control. I don't want to go too far and use suggestive words like submission, but you know what I'm talking about. Don't you?"

"Yes. I know what you're talking about," the girl replied.

"So, when you said you wanted me to be in control were you thinking along those lines? If you were, we don't have to go any farther than that, at any time, unless you want to, and certainly not today."

"I do have those fantasies," the girl admitted. "Is that sick?"

"Not at all. We all have fantasies that if acted out in real life would be inappropriate. And I have similar fantasies—of being in control. Under the right circumstances—safe circumstances—we might be able to play some games like that, if we both agree."

"Really?" the girl asked with excitement.

"I'd like that very much," the man said with a predatory grin that made the girl shiver. "But for today I'll just help you come. Would that be okay? Is that what you want?"

"Oh yes!" the girl said. "Can we do it now?"

"Yes," the man answered. "How much time do we have?"

"More than an hour, an hour and a half," the girl replied.

"It's nice not to have to rush," the man said, and the girl nodded.