As I start to describe some ideas I’ve had you try to angle away from me to try to hide your nipples inevitable reaction to my simple touch. Since you just woke up you’re not even wearing a bra, just a very thin t-shirt, which hides nothing at all. I don’t seem to notice anything, but I keep on touching your arm, almost stroking it. Ostensibly to bring your attention to some idea I’ve written down in my notebook. But each innocent (or not so innocent) touch intensifies your reaction, and makes it very difficult to pay attention to what I’m saying.

Finally I seem to notice something and ask “Angela. are you all right? You seem…tense.” You quickly mumble something about being fine, but I don’t seem to believe you.

“Here, let me rub your shoulders,” I offer”maybe that’ll help.” Before you can respond I’m behind you, brushing your luxuriant hair out of the way and begin giving your shoulders a very thorough massage. It feels very good, but it doesn’t really reduce your tension, as now the front of your t-shirt is gently rubbing your nipples, bringing them to full bloom.

“Does that feel good?” I ask.

“Yes.” You respond, a little out of breath.

“But you’re still tense, her let me try something else.” And with that my hands move down to your back. For a moment you can feel their heat imprint you back as they just breast there, but then they start long stokes, up and down the length of your back. These strokes are mimicked by the front of your t-shirt across your nipples, and as the sensation there intensifies, you feel a wonderful tension grow in your pussy.

A whimper of intense pleasure escapes your lips. I ask “Is anything wrong Angela?” But a teasing note in my voice belies the seeming concern of my words, and now you know there’s nothing ‘innocent’ about any of this. Somehow I’ve discovered the secret of your sensitive skin, and am taking full advantage.

“Oh, you sonovabitch!” You gasp. Knowing I’m found out I can’t help but laugh. And since now there’s no need to disguise my intentions, I slide my hands around to your front, cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples directly. As I do you lean back, resting yourself against my chest, letting me fully support you so you can give yourself fully to the sensation. That lovely pressure builds in your pussy more and more.

After a while I move my hand down towards your panties, slowly enough to permit you to stop me, if that’s what you want. But you don’t want to stop me, you want me to continue. And I do. At first through your panties, and then directly, I massage your clit and pussy lips.

After a few moments of me stimulating your nipples with one hand, and your pussy with the other, comes that beautiful release; that goes under the deceptively simple name of orgasm.

For a while you simply lie there, trusting me to support you until you’re ready to move again. After a while you arise and turn to look at me, and seeing that incredibly satisfied smart-ass grin on my face, you think, well two can play that game…

So, Angela, what will you’re play be?