The Story of N---

N--- was a pretty young Asian woman. The first time we went out, I picked her up after she got off work at the restaurant where I had met her. We had made no particular plans, which suited her just fine. As we drove around looking for something to do, a dance song she liked came on the radio, and she closed her eyes and began dancing dreamily in the bucket seat beside me, her arms in the air above her head, her upper body swaying erotically to the beat. Her sweater-clad breasts, round and relatively large for her very petite frame, thrust outward as she moved. I began to believe this would be a very good first date.

My expectations were confirmed as, shortly afterward, she took my hand and began sensually sucking my fingers into her mouth, running her warm tongue around them as I endeavored to keep the car under control on the turnpike. She then dropped a hand to my crotch, where she massaged my constrained erection, before unbuttoning my jeans, tugging away my jockeys, and proceeding to take me in her sweet mouth as I barreled down the freeway at 60 miles an hour. She kept this up for several minutes, her tongue swirling hotly around my swollen knob, her small hand just below squeezing and pressing my aching balls through my bunched-up jeans, roughly, almost hard enough to hurt. Then she suddenly took my dick all the way down her throat and held it there for a moment, her fingers still working my nuts, before applying a strong suction while drawing her mouth slowly up the length of my erection. She moved very slowly, the pressure almost too much for me to bear as I squirmed and twisted and grunted in my seat, trying desperately to keep the car in my lane.

Finally, after what seemed a small eternity, she reached the head of my cock, and let it pop wetly free from her mouth with an audible smacking sound. My ears were roaring, my hands shaking on the wheel. She smirked up at me, her face still at my lap, and smacked her lips, running her tongue around them slowly while her eyes held mine. Then she looked back to my swollen cock, slowly drawing my shorts back up to cover the straining shaft -- or part of it, anyway; the purple head poked over the top of the elastic band, weeping a large tear of frustrated need. She then drew my jeans back into place and began slowly to button them back up, ignoring my grunt of discomfort as the tight fabric closed like a trap over my hard-on. She buttoned the last button with some difficulty, then patted the bulge underneath cheerfully. "There you go," she said in her lightly accented voice, that made almost everything she said sound like sing-song. "Back where you belong."

"Oh, N---," I groaned. "God, I--"

"God you what?" she asked teasingly, the hint of a giggle in her voice. "God you want to go back to your place?" She moved back to her side of the car, leaning back against the door while a slow grin widened her delicate features. "Well why don't we? Why don't we go to your place? I mean," she added, her features slipping to a pretty pout, "I'm sure I can trust you not to do anything I don't want you to, can't I? I mean, you will be a gentleman, won't you?" She gave me a wide-eyed look, like an innocent virgin, over lips that were still swollen from sucking me. "Won't you?"

"Uh...sure," I answered uncertainly, not knowing what kind of game she was playing. The hot pulse of my erection in the imprisoning confines of my jeans ensured that I would agree with pretty much anything she said, however.

"Good," she said, her lips widening again in a satisfied grin. She leaned back more fully against the door, facing me, lifting one hand to lightly caress her sweater-clad breasts before my hungry eyes. "Drive," she said, her eyes drifting half-closed as she lazily touched herself, one hand drifting over her breasts, the other skimming down to stroke her inner thighs with a feather-light touch. "Drive...."

When we arrived at my apartment, some 25 minutes later, I was still rock-hard, my penis throbbing hot against my lower belly, soaking my shorts with precum. N--- had made sure of that. As I drove, she had not touched me again, but had found plenty of other ways to maintain and even heighten my eagerness and need. Mainly, she had kept touching herself, not really masturbating, more like petting herself lightly and sensually. She kept cooing at me in that high, exotic cadence of hers, saying things like, "Oh, that feels good. I feel so good, T---. I'm touching myself and I feel so good. You'd like to touch me, wouldn't you? But you have to drive. Keep driving and I'll touch me for you. I don't need this bra anymore," she tittered, peeling it out from under her sweater without taking the sweater off, without actually letting me see her tits. She tossed the bra into my lap with one hand while the other snaked beneath the sweater to cup and fondle.

I reached for the bra almost by instinct, but her voice, suddenly sharp, said, "Leave it!" I stopped automatically, already almost hypnotized by her, wanting to do nothing to displease her. She slitted her eyes and began crooning again, both hands now busy under her sweater. "Keep your hands away from your cock. That's right. Don't touch your cock. I'll touch it later, I promise. But you don't touch yourself." Her eyes closed, and her breath hissed inward. My hands clenched on the wheel. In my mind, I saw her fingers pinching her nipples to stiff points, still denied to my eyes. "I'm touching myself. It feels so good. I'm wet. Can you smell me? Are we there yet? Oooohhh, you wish we were there, don't you?"

She kept that up all the way to my place, till I felt like I would lose my mind. Never had I had a first date -- hell, ANY date -- like this one. When we pulled into the parking lot and I stopped the car, I turned to stare at her a little stupidly, not sure what I should do next, even less sure of what she might do. I must have looked like a deer in headlights. She laughed at me, right in my face, gleefully, delightedly. Then, lowering her eyes to my lap, she slowly extended a hand. I tensed in excitement, thinking she was going to touch my throbbing erection, maybe even open my pants and finish what she had started before.

Instead, oh so delicately, with just her thumb and forefinger, she took her bra by its strap and slid it slowly off my lap. Ridiculously, involuntarily, I arched up against even that slight sensation, seeking any stimulation, any touch against my heated, distended cock. She ignored the movement, just kept sliding the bra toward her and off my lap. Then she plucked it up and, still so very slowly, she threaded it around the back of my neck, while I just stared at her, twitching and gasping in excitement. Suddenly then, she took the other bra strap in her other hand and pulled, yanking my face forward into a deep, feverish, frenzied kiss. I met her desperately, our tongues plunging deep into each other's mouths. My hands came up of their own accord, sliding beneath the hem of her sweater to seek the round little breasts that had been dancing in my mind's eye for what seemed as long as I could remember. My questing fingers barely brushed the soft skin of her stomach, though, before she pulled suddenly away, throwing open her door and scrambling out, leaving me blinking in the dome light with my hands clutching only cool night air.

She leaned back in briefly, grinning at me while I gazed back dumbly. "Hurry up, T---. I'm ready. I'm ready for you right now." She squeezed a dangling breast briefly through her sweater, her mouth forming an O of pleasure. "Better hurry. Better hurry before I lose the mood." Her giggle was cut off as she slammed the car door with a solid thunk.

I stumbled out of the car, wincing a little as my jeans cut into my swollen cock and full balls in the process. N---'s bra still dangled ridiculously around my neck, and I pulled it off as I walked over to where she stood waiting a few feet away. Making a futile attempt at coolness, I held it out to her, dangling it by one strap. "I believe this is yours."

She smiled dreamily at me, and closed one small hand around my own, tightening my grip on the brassiere, while her other hand slid slowly up my chest. "You keep it," she said. "It's yours now." She snuggled up close to my side then, seemingly with real affection, as though we were boyfriend and girlfriend instead of virtual strangers on our first date. All I could feel were her soft, unfettered breasts pressing and flattening against my arm. "Take me inside," she urged, and gently nudged me to start walking. "Now. Now. Now. Now. Now."

Eagerly, hopelessly excited, I started toward my building with N--- still clinging to my side. Her left arm was around my back, but her right hand wandered aimlessly over the front of my body, neck to chest to stomach to crotch, petting me lightly much as she had done to herself in the car. The whole time, she just kept chanting merrily, "Now, now, now, now," while I tried to keep putting one foot in front of the other and not hyperventilate.

When we finally stood outside my apartment door, I started to reach into my pocket for the keys, but N--- grabbed my hand to stop me. "Wait. Let me." Reaching across my body, she dug her right hand into the left pocket of my jeans, where I kept my keys. My jeans were tight, but she nevertheless groped around much more than was strictly necessary to extract the keys before wiggling her little hand back out. She giggled as I groaned at the loss of sensation, then held the keys up, dangling them before my eyes -- and deliberately dropped them.

I reached out but missed, and the keys hit the floor with a metallic jangle. I bent over to pick them up, and suddenly N--- was behind me, her arms reaching around my waist. With one deft move, she yanked open my button-fly jeans and snaked both hands inside my shorts, which were by this point sopping with pre-cum. As I straightened involuntarily, I felt one small hand grope under my tightened balls, while the other wrapped around my overheated cock to squeeze and stroke firmly. The liquid sounds were audible in the quiet hall as her palm immediately slickened with my cock's eager lubrication.

She stood on tiptoe to begin whispering her chant again, breathily into my ear. "Now. Now. Now. Now. Now." I came to my senses just enough to realize that, somehow, my keys had ended up in my hand, and I fumbled the door open as her hot little hand slurped and stroked and squeezed.

I all but fell inside, dragging N--- along behind me, her arms still encircling my waist. Then N--- pulled her hands out of my crotch, leaving me suddenly bereft, and flipped on the light switch with one hand while pushing the door shut behind us with the other. Panting like a marathon runner, I reached for her, but she planted one hand firmly in my chest and pushed me back against the door, with enough force to jar me slightly despite her small size.

"Now don't move," she admonished. Mindless in my need, I reached for her again, but she applied more pressure to my chest and said, "I mean it. Do what I say, or you can take me home right now." The contrast between the sternness of her words and the lilting quality of her lightly accented voice was dizzying.

Defeated, I slumped back against the door. I stood there, gasping with excitement, her bra still dangling by its strap from one hand, my jeans hanging open and my shorts stretched to the bursting point over my pleading erection. N--- backed slowly away from me, smiling with obvious delight at the picture I presented. For a long moment, her eyes riveted directly to my distended crotch, her index finger straying into her mouth as my constrained cock pulsed helplessly. Then she turned away from me in a quick, graceful pirouette, and lazily peeled her sweater off over her head as she moved away from me.

N--- dropped the sweater to the floor at her side as she continued across the room to my couch, which was placed at an angle facing the door in my small apartment. Once there, she turned to settle gracefully on the edge of it, giving me my first look at her bare breasts. I let out a low groan, and my cock lurched heavily inside my constricting shorts at the sight. Her breasts were rounded and full, surprisingly large for her petite frame, but what stopped the breath in my throat were her nipples. They were the darkest I had ever seen, a rich chocolate brown in color, with big, wide areolas that covered nearly half her breasts. No giant silicone boobs could ever hope to be so perfectly, naturally sexy.

She sat almost primly on the edge of the sofa for a long moment, a slight smile curving her lips, allowing my thirsty eyes to drink their fill. Then she spoke, softly but very clearly, forcing my eyes back to her face. "I want you to get undressed for me now, T---. I want to see you naked." Her eyes slitted and her voice took on a crooning quality. "I want to see your cock. I want to see how stiff and hard I've made it. I want to see how full your balls are. Show me, T---. I want to see. Now. Now." Hastily, eager to move to the next level of her games, I dropped her bra to the floor and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts, preparing to yank them down along with my pants. Her soft voice stopped me. "Not so fast. What's your rush? Do it slowly. Slowly. Teeease me," she said, drawing the word out, her dark eyes dancing with mischief and amusement at my expense.

Feeling oddly self-conscious, I nonetheless did as she directed. As she watched intently from across the room, I first shrugged slowly out of my jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind me. Then I pulled off my shoes, letting them hit the floor with a thump, followed by my socks. Under her watchful gaze, I slowly pulled my shirt the rest of the way out of my opened jeans, unbuttoned it, and dropped it on top of my jacket. As I moved to push my jeans down, however, her musical voice again stopped me.

"Wait." I froze immediately, a little surprised to realize my obedience to her had become so automatic. The spell she had woven all evening had somehow subsumed my will completely to hers. My excitement was so overpowering, my desire for her so great, that it was as though my entire world had narrowed to a tunnel with her at the other end of it, a tunnel I could only traverse at her pleasure. And I realized suddenly that I would do anything to earn that pleasure.

She continued. "Lick the fingers of your right hand." A little uncertainly, I did as she instructed. "That's it," she cooed approvingly. "Get them good and wet. Now I want you to wet your nipple with your fingers. That's it. Just rub it. Slowly, in a circle. Can you feel it tightening? It's getting hard, isn't it? Just like a girl's nipple. Now pinch it. Keep pinching. Harder. Harder. Nod if that hurts. Oh, it does hurt? Pinch a little harder then. Twist it. Twist your little male nipple. Now hold it. Hold it right there. Don't move. Don't you move. That pain shoots right to your cock, doesn't it? I can see it twitching from here. It's making a big wet spot on your underwear. Push down your jeans with your other hand. Don't stop pinching that nipple. No, slow down. Keep it slow. Keep teeeasing me. Why are you whimpering? Push those jeans down. Slowly, slowly. Pull on your nipple harder. Oh yes, whimper for me. That's right. Oh you poor baby. You poor baby. You poor horny baby."

By this point, my jeans were down around my ankles, leaving my stretched and slickened shorts my only article of clothing. In vivid contrast to my panting, twitching, whimpering state, N--- appeared almost regal, boldly nude from the waist up, otherwise still clad in her black stretch pants and low heels. She fell silent then, and her dark eyes scanned my face for long moments, taking in my twisted expression, my eyes hooded, my mouth grimacing in pleasure/pain. She smiled at me, her expression blatantly mocking, before letting her eyes slide down my neck to my chest, where my fingers still gripped and twisted my own nipple. "You can stop that now," she said carelessly, and I relaxed my fingers gratefully, feeling my nipple tingle as blood returned to it. Her eyes continued their casual slide downward, finally coming to rest directly on my tented shorts. Not taking her eyes from the pulsing, twitching evidence of my arousal, she slowly leaned forward to rest one elbow on her knee. As she did this, those beautiful breasts slowly swung forward to dangle enticingly down from her chest. I whimpered again at the sight.

N--- ignored the sound. She rested her chin on her hand, and her index finger again strayed into the side of her mouth as she stared at my bloated crotch. Then her finger left her mouth long enough to crook itself in my direction. "Come here," she almost whispered. "Come slowly." Awkwardly, I stamped my way free of my pooled jeans and moved across the room toward her. Her finger returned to her mouth, her eyes remaining riveted to the pleading evidence of my arousal as I moved closer and closer to her.

Finally, I stood directly in front of her where she still leaned forward on the couch, her face directly on a level with my crotch and no more than two or three inches away. She leaned forward even farther then, far enough that a portion of her delicate features was eclipsed by the cotton-encased column of my erection as I looked down at her. Her eyes flicked up at me as I twitched involuntarily. "Don't move," she said, and I struggled to keep my muscles rigid as she moved her face all around the front of my shorts, studying my cock in its soft, sopping prison from a variety of angles, never quite touching, though I would swear her eyelashes batted it once or twice.

"It's so hard," she said, her musical voice like torturous bells in my head. "So hard. I can see it twitching. It just keeps twitching. It's like an eager animal in there. Like a puppy that wants to come out to play. And it drools like a puppy. It just keeps drooling and drooling. It's so excited. Your underwear is so wet I can see the color of your cock right through it. It's red. It's so red and hot. I can feel the heat on my face. I can feel the warmth when I bring my lips close -- like this -- even though I don't touch you. How long can you wait, T---? How long can I make you wait?" She leaned back slightly then, settling back farther on the couch. I watched the shape of those lovely breasts change again with the straightening of her shoulders.

With just two fingers then, she reached out to brush, oh so lightly, the swelling head of my cock through my shorts. I whined eagerly at the touch, like the puppy she had spoken of before. She dangled the bloated helmet on her fingertips for a moment, then began running them slowly around and around my cockhead, the slickened cotton swirling like molten flame over the agonizingly sensitized flesh. Then she started picking with her nails at the edges of the helmet, sending little sharp jolts through me that twitched my body involuntarily again and again, despite all my efforts to hold still. She continued this new game, catching the rim of my cockhead with a nail then slowly drawing it toward her till it popped free, then repeating the motion as her voice softly taunted, "Does the puppy want to come out? Does the puppy want to play?"

Then N--- sat forward again on the couch, reaching out with both hands for the waistband of my shorts. She pinched the elastic strap delicately between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and began to draw it slowly away from my body. I groaned low in my throat as the constricting pressure of my underwear was finally lifted from my burning, aching cock. The shorts made a slight liquid slurping sound as they pulled away from my soaking crotch. Ropy strands of precum stretched from my lower belly and my cock as N--- slowly drew the shorts outward. My pubic hair lay matted and glistening at the base of my slick and swollen shaft. My cock twitched and jerked, and another fat drop of lubrication oozed from its bloated tip.