Heavy Petting

Jemima beams at you like you’ve just given her the greatest birthday gift and Christmas present she’s ever had.

“Then lie back, my dear.” She follows you down and a hand on your head and stomach.

“What do-” you begin, only to be stopped by quiet shushing noises as her hand moves up and begins to massage your left breast. Drawing out a long moan. Your tightly clenched hands falling to your sides limp and

The feeling is familiar and yet so much more intense. To have someone toy with the parts of you that you’d long consigned to solo play is magnificent. She keeps it up for a while switching between them as she goes, only briefly stopping to remove your shirt and bra in well practiced movements, before finally abandoning the head petting and taking a nipple in each hand, rolling them in between her thumbs and index fingers. You whimper a little as she applies increasing pressure, almost reaching the point of pain, before backing off and starting the whole thing over again.

You feel so close and still so far from climax. You want to beg her for more. Or just to keep going? You don’t know. She seems to have an idea as she moves over you. Mounting your left leg and pushing her knee to your crotch.

“Feeling better?” she whispers as she moves her face down to your chest.

“Mmmm!” You had wanted to say more but are overwhelmed as she takes your nip into the cold, wet confines of her mouth.

She hums a little, setting off something in your body. You squirm against her as she holds you down with almost no effort, your hands grasping at the sheets below you. The feelings are too much and not enough. Your body takes its own initiative and pushes back into her knee.

“Do you need something?” Jemima grins at you, replacing tongue with fingers and grinning down at you.

You nod frantically, biting your lower lip as you look up into her warmth.

“What ever could it be?” she says moving her knee away ever so slightly away from you.

“Pleeeeease...” You squeal, you know she knows. Just do something!

“Well, I’m a little busy up here.” She tweaks your nipples, causing you to bite down harder on your lip, a tearing sound coming from the sheets in your hands.

“Perhaps you could do something about this issue yourself?” she teases as she applies her knee to you nethers again.

Your eyes widen a little. You can’t do that. It’s degrading! But even as you think it, your hips defy you. Grinding into her. You’ve never been so hard in your life and certainly not since you’d started hormones, but your small package rubs up against her solid, nylon clad skin. Even through your skirt and panties the feeling is incredible.

“There we go. Good girl~” she coos down at you, grinning from ear to ear. She looks starving.

The sensations from your tits and dick are getting too much. You whimper, pant, moan and squeal as she continues her ****. You’d close your eyes were they not pinned by her own pale blues. And before you know it you scream out as you explode into pure bliss. Writhing against her bodily and nuzzling into her as she stops her ministrations to hold you tight.

“There it is.” She whispers in your ears as she drinks in your ecstasy as a fine wine.

After a while you finally stop humping her leg and your body relaxes and sinks into your bed as the stress of the day washes away. Taking you with it into a deep, dreamless sleep.