Tease Me

Chapter 28

Maybe I should wait until the wine wore off before I went to David?

But my horny pussy wouldn’t wait.

I had work to do.

I strode to the kitchen and drank a glass of water.

Focus, Jane. You’re running out of time.

From my lingerie drawer, I chose my leather and lace teddy that pulled on without any clips, zips, or fasteners. I stepped into it and pulled the flimsy fabric on. The teddy made me feel sexy, and I couldn’t wait to see David’s face when I stripped down to this.

For my shoes, I chose my Givenchy zebra-print eight-inch stilettos. They were so damn stylish, I just wished I’d had more opportunities to wear them.

I looked in the mirror. There was no way David would recognize me as Jane. With the final touch of Ciate Liquid Velvet lipstick, I smiled at my reflection. I was ready, and if the flutter in my stomach was anything to go by,thenmy body was ready, too. I tossed my supplies into the clutch that matched my shoes and feltveryseductive in my fancy stilettos and flowing skirt as I strode to the elevator.

David’s room was two floors below mine, and the ride in the elevator seemed to take about twenty minutes. My time with David was rapidly dwindling. It was going to require some swift movements to get this sexual romp on the go quickly.

At his floor, I strode to his door and knocked. Barely three seconds later, David opened the door with an incredible smile. It was such a lovely welcome.

“Oh.” His eyes lit up. “Memphis?”

“Hello, David.”

“Wow.” His eyes skimmed up my body. “You look incredible.”

I smiled. “Thank you. So do you. May I come in?”

“Of course.” He stepped aside, and as I strode past him, I ran my fingers over his chest, feeling all the lovely muscles beneath his linen shirt. I glided to the table, and as I placed my clutch on the glass top, the door closed.

“I’m so glad you came. I missed you the last two times.”

“You need to stop doing that, David.”

“What?” He paused halfway between the door and me, and a look of horror marred his handsome features.

“Asking for me at reception. You’ll get me into trouble.”

He gasped. “Oh no. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. Just don’t do it again.”

“Well, that’s why I wanted to see you.”

“Oh?” I cocked my head.

“I wanted to say goodbye. You see, that woman I told you about? I’m going to ask her to go steady with me.”His eyes lit up, and he looked so wholesome I wanted togive him a big hug.

“Good for you, David.”

“Well, obviously, I don’t know if she’ll say yes, but I hope so.”

“I’m sure she will. She’s a fool if she doesn’t.”

A red flush crept up his cheeks. “Thanks.”

Now, I felt foolish. Here I was, hoping to get my rocks off with David, and all he wanted to do was say goodbye. I wasted all that time getting dressed for nothing. I reclaimed my clutch and tucked it back under my arm. “Okay then. I guess I’ll be going.”

“Going? No, wait.”

I frowned at him.

“I . . .” He let out a big breath. “I’d like to learn more.I mean,if you don’t mind, I’d like you to teach me how to make her feel special.”

My heart melted at his request. “You’ll know what to do.”

“No. I may not.” He stepped forward and reached for my hand. “You’ve taught me more than any crappy magazine did. And I don’t want to look like a fool.”

I squeezed his hand into mine. “You won’t look like a fool. If you loveher,thenyou need to talk toherabout these things.”

“I will, it’sjust,she’s really beautiful, and I’m sure she’s had more experience than me, so I need to . . .”He lowered his eyes. “I don’t want to be embarrassed.”

His pleading was genuine, but the idea of doing anything with him when his heart was for another woman was wrong. I released his grasp on my hand and stepped back. “I can’t, David. Not now that you’ve told me you’re interested in someone. It wouldn’t be right.”

“But you can show me. I want to know how to pleaseher. Maybe you can describe it and show me, without us, I don’t know, touching. Does that make sense?”

If only all men were as keen on satisfying their partners as David was. For some inexplicable reason, I felt a crazy obligation to his future partner to teach him.

He could look but not touch. Was that bad?Itwould be just like him going to a strip show, I guessed.Not that I’d ever been to one. I decided my moral compass would remain intact as long as he didn’t touch me.

I nodded and hoped like hell that I wouldn’t regret this later. “Okay, I’ll show you some things. However, you need to keep your distance.”

“Thank you.” He rubbed his hands together. “Thank you.”

I put my clutch back on the tabletop and pulled out a chair facing the bed.“You can sit here.”

David strode over andplonkeddown like an obedient student.

As I tried to work out how to play this out, my brain whizzed around so fast that I regretted that extra glass of wine. Then again, maybe the alcohol wasexactlywhat I needed to get me through this.

I started to slip out of my stilettos but stopped. “See my shoes?”

He glanced down, nodding. “Uh-huh.”

“See how sexy they are?”

He nodded again.

“Well, they make me feel sexy. If your woman wants to buy sexy shoes, you let her. Understand?”

“Okay.”

“No amount of shoes is ever enough.”

“Okay.”

I was beginning to enjoy this. David was my putty, and I was about to manipulate him into the best a man could be. Undoing the belt at my waist, I twirled it around, and he watched it spin as if it were a hypnotist’s device.

“The same goes for her lingerie. It makes a woman feel sexy.”AsI peeled my dress open, gradually revealing my racy leather and lace teddy, David’s eyes widened.“Let her buy as much lingerie as she needs.”

He nodded slower this time as if absorbing every word.

I curled my dress off my shoulders and let the fabric fall to my feet. As Davidran his gazeup my body, he wriggled in his seat. I eased the thin strap off my left shoulder. “Make your movements slow and sensual, taking your time with every inch of her body.”

I curled the strap down, hooked my arm out, and repeated the move with the other strap.Theelastic bodice remained in placedespite the straps being gone.

“You should look her in the eyes from time to time. Devour her with your gaze. And whatever you do, don’t always have sex with the lights off. You want to see each other. To see how your bodies move. Trust me, it’s incredible.”

“Okay, I will.”

I hooked my thumbs into the lace at the top of my teddy and peeled it down, gradually revealing my breasts. My insides curled with anticipation as I stood bare-chested before him. He ran his tongue over his lips and hugged his knees together.Clearly,my show pleased him.

“When you hold her breasts” —I curled my right hand beneath my left boob—“you want to caress them. Treat them as if they were your most prized possession. Which they are, by the way. Do you understand?”

He nodded.

I squeezed my breast, massaging the fullness with my fingers. “Sometimes I like it a bit rougher, but start gently until you work out whatsheprefers.”

“How rough, though?”

“Well . . . remember they’re not stress balls, and they are attached to my body. Be guided byher;she’lllet you know when it’s too much. Listen to her. Her breathing will let you know what she’s enjoying. As will her body.” I stepped apart and moved my hips from side to side. “She’ll move her hips, her pupils will grow, andshe’llmake certain noises. Listen and watch for these reactions—that’s how you’ll know to keep going.”

“Okay. I will.”

I stepped closer to him as I ran my finger around my nipple. “See how my nipples harden?Thisis a sure sign of arousal. Men are lucky—their erection shows us they’re interested. Women have less obvious signals. You need to look for them.”

As I continued to twirl my finger around my nipple, it grew even harder, and as much as David’s eyes showed he was enjoying the show, I realized I was enjoying this, too. I was performing a valuable duty for David’s future lover, and it felt damn good to be imparting my wisdom.

I curled my hand over my torso and glided it over my sex. As I bent my knees, I rubbed my finger over my pussy. Thefinelace provided the right amount of friction, and I sucked the air between my teeth.

David cleared his throat, and I snapped open eyes that I hadn’t realized I’d closed.

With my thumbs hooked into my teddy, I peeled it down my body and tossed it aside. “Tell her how beautiful she is. But also show it with your eyes. Really, truly, look at her. Glide your hands over her body, down the curves of her waist.” I demonstrated with my own hands. “Over her hips. Whisper in her ear how beautiful she is. Women are insecure creatures—we need to hear these things.”

“Okay, I will.”

I parted my legs farther and glided my finger over my pussy. The first touch of my clit sent rockets shooting through me, and I shuddered.

“What did you just do?”

“Oh.” I’d forgotten my role as teacher. I glanced back at the bed, then at David. As much as it felt very clinical if I was going to do this properly, then David needed to see it all.

I strode to the bed and lay down with my legs dangling over the edge. “You can come closer if you want.”

He stepped forward and positioned in front of me. Before I changed my mind, I glided my hands down my thighs and parted my knees, showing David all of me. He sucked the air in through his teeth, confirming he liked what he saw.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on every movement of my body. With my index finger, I glided it over my clit, applying pressure as I dragged the length of my finger along it. At the very tip, I pushed down and rolled the little nub around. My knees opened and closed as if having a mind of their own, and my insides curled inward, clenching in exquisite little pulses.

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s amazing.”

What wasamazingfor him was so incredibly erotic for me that it was impossible to concentrate. I closed my eyes again and returned my attention to my clit. “This’s my clitoris.”It feltso wrong sayingthat out loud, but Icarried on regardless.“This little piece of flesh is probably one of the most sensitive parts of a woman’s body.”

“Okay.” His voice sounded a million miles away.

“You can do all sorts of things. Roll your finger around.” I showed him with myownfinger. “Push down. Flick. Every touch sends little shudders right through me.” I could barely talk.

I glided my finger lower and entered my throbbing hole, and after I dipped my finger into the wet folds and pulled it out, I ground it over my clit, stirring up lovely sensations inside me.

I plunged again. Andagain. Eachtime moving faster than the last. I brought my knees together; Iopened them.I was performing thegreatestshow of my life,andIwas out of control.

Faster and faster, I plunged into my pulsing hole and over my super-sensitive clit. I raised my hips off the bed and parted my legs, showing David every move as I thrust in and out.

I cried out as my explosive climax ripped through me. As I continued grinding over my clit, my juices trickled from my body and over my exploring fingers.

I snapped my knees shut, trapping my fingers in my core, and the electric pulses continued to sizzle through me.

It was an eternity before reality returned, and I lowered my feet to the floor. I cleared my throat as I sat up. “Sorry. I got a bit carried away at the end.”

He shook his head. “That was incredible.”

The enormous bulge in David’s pants was impossible to ignore, and when I lowered my eyes, he cupped his hand over it. “Sorry.”

That was my cue to get out of there. I gathered my teddy from the floor and slipped it on, thenIgrabbed my dress, and as I simultaneously slipped into my stilettos, I wrapped the dress around my body and tied it at my waist.

“Thanks for everything, Memphis.”

“You’re welcome. And, David?”

“Yes?”

“The most important thing about a relationship is communication.”

“I know.”

“I mean about everything. Absolutely everything. Including sex. Make it your mission to find out whatshelikes andwhatshedoesn’t. Not everyone likes to talk about sex, yet it plays a huge part in every couple’s life.”

He nodded, and his pupils darkened, making me wonder if he’d had some kind of revelation.

I stepped up to him, clutched his cheeks, and reached up on my toes to kiss his forehead. “Goodbye, David. And good luck.”

“Thank you.”

I turned on my heel and headed for the door.

“I’ll never forget you, Memphis.”

At the door, I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Likewise, David. Now go ravish your woman.”

His glorious smile lit up his face, and he waved at me. With that parting image, I strode out his door and headed to the elevator.

Back in my room, I had just twenty minutes before my shift started. I dashed into the bathroom, removed my wig and makeup, and showeredin record time.

I put a frozen Thai chicken curry in the microwave, and while I waited for it to heat up, I grabbed my diary, turned to the 15th of September, and at the top, I wrote, David Lawson, Room 2.

I was impressed with what David had done because I imagined many men were too proud to ask how to please a woman.

When it came to sex, society made it seem that men should know what they were doing—and women, for that matter.

I giggled. That’s another reason why I’m enjoying this year so much.

I’m learning more about myself than I’d ever imagined possible. David was going to makean amazingpartner.

I am, too.

As I ate my dinner, I contemplated what I had just done, and with each mouthful, I acknowledged that I didn’t feel slutty or embarrassed. I felt the opposite. I’dbasicallyperformed a show that would teach David how to please a lover.

His partner would be forever grateful for what I’d shown him. I just hoped that the future man in my life was dedicated enough to want to learn what pleased me.

With that thought, below David’s name, I wrote, The Perfect Lover.

After I finished my meal, I tossed the frozen dinner tray into the rubbish bin, drank a glass of water, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

With my bag over my shoulder, I headed toward the elevator. When the doors opened, I stepped in and, using the mirror, I applied some pink lipstick. My reflection showed how happy I was.

My cheeks had a lovely, healthy glow, and my eyes dazzled.

But just before the elevator arrived at the lobby, a shocking reality hit me.

In the space of twelve hours, I’d lost twowonderfulmen from my life.