The Tease - The Supermarket - Denial
From Create Your Own Story
As she was fumbling with cans, Patricia let one drop down with a smashy noise. There was no one else in sight. She bent down to pick it up, making sure her short skirt hiked up over her naked sun-tanned bum, really showing him she didn’t wear any panties. As she put back the can, she couldn’t help looking at his crotch out of the corner of her eyes. His hard-on was extending a good six-inches down his left thigh, clearly outlined by the skin-tight material of his jeans. A moment later, as she was choosing from the shelf, the sexy bitch reached for a can that was just level with his crotch, making sure her hand would brush over his hard-on as she did. His rod looked like it would break through his skin-tight jeans. She could clearly see the wet stain of arousal searing at the tip of his cock through the paper-thin material of his slacks. So she said teasingly, “Looks like you’re having a problem! Maybe I could help you with it.”
Before he had any time to answer, Patricia started French-kissing him, letting her tongue roll inside his mouth, as her hand went right for his crotch and grabbed his rock-hard member. He began to breathe heavily as she started deftly playing with his cock through the tight fabric. She thought about how simple it was for her to toss a guy off through tight-fitting jeans. She knew just how to drive him crazy with arousal, have him on the brink of creaming his jeans without ever letting him cum. To her, that was exactly what cock teasing really meant, and she just loved it. A guy with skin-tight jeans and no underwear was a provocation for her because it was so easy to put him in the embarrassing situation of having a raging hard-on he couldn’t do anything to hide, and leave him with a wet stain of arousal clearly showing through his jeans at the tip of his cock! Well, that’s just what she was doing now, right there in that supermarket, deftly rubbing the head of his cock through the paper-thin fabric of his jeans. As her expert fingers went back and forth along his shaft, the vicious little teaser whispered to him, “You like being jerked off through skin-tight jeans, don’t you?”
The familiar twitching of his cock warned her that the little bastard was about to erupt his load, so she just squeezed the head of his prick, massaging his aching balls. She then proceeded to fondle the head of his rock-hard member in a circular motion for a few moments, until she could really feel the wetness of his precum through the thin material of his jeans. Then she looked at her watch, and told him a smooth lie about her jealous husband waiting for her outside. She asked him for his phone number, having him hope they could arrange another date. And she just left him standing there, giving a last almost decisive jerk at his cock, and licking her lips at the evident wetness of his sexy jeans.
