A Glorious Tease Ch. 02

God Emma, that was so hot. I just came all over myself!

XXX Mike.

No response.

I went to bed.

*****

I didn't know where to start the next day. My head was spinning. I only knew I didn't want to push, but I wanted more interaction. I wanted everything sexy. I approached Emma's desk and the gym was mostly empty. I wanted to say something - anything - provocative.

Normally when I work out I wear the same t-shirt and underwear that I wore the day before, and then put on all fresh clothes after my shower. But on this day, I went to my office first, wearing my fresh clothes, and then hit the gym mid-morning. This change in routine caused me to forget to put an extra t-shirt and pair of underwear into my bag, so I had to go bare-balled under my shorts.

I don't think that kind of thing usually works to turn a woman on, at least not like it turns a man on when a woman wearing a skirt tells him she's not wearing panties (practically a fetish for me). But playfully, I told Emma anyway, and was surprised that it did seem to have an effect.

"I feel silly telling you, but it's just an honest accident: I'm not wearing underwear under these shorts."

I pulled up my shirt so that she could see the thin fabric clinging to the base of my dick, resting against the length hanging below.

She tried not to react, but she did. A sharp intake of breath. Her eyes rested on the outline of my cock for the entire length of time that I showed it to her. Her lips were wet.

When I dropped my shirt she looked back up at me like she was meeting a challenge.

Sometimes our flirting was like that. Like a contest, between us. She reacted to me turning her on by wanting to turn me on even more. We were always both trying to be the one to affect the other the most, and she was always winning. But the few times that I had the upper hand were transcendental. They never lasted long.

"I'm wearing another set of lingerie today."

Emma pulled the side of her pants down just enough to expose a thin, bright turquoise waistband. A similar blue-green to her eyes, but darker and brighter, almost fluorescent.

I started to grow. I had possessed the upper hand for exactly 9 seconds.

Another gym-goer interrupted us to ask Emma something in Dutch. I retreated to the back of the gym, with my towel held in front of my swelling penis.

And Emma wasn't through with me yet. The atmosphere was electric. Every glance between us was a flirtation, a display. She was finding reasons to bend over every time I looked at her, either giving me a view of her cleavage, or an arched-back look at her ass. I'd seemingly innocently raise my t-shirt to wipe sweat from my face, letting her see my abdominal muscles and the treasure trail of wispy hair leading down below my belly-button.

She raised the ante when, as she walked past me in the crowded gym, she slipped her shirt up without pretending to have any innocent reason to do it. And she had lowered her pants in advance, letting them rest below the line of her panties, showing me the skin under the thin straps on either side of the silk that covered her pussy.

Every flash, we dared to show a little more. The next time I raised my shirt for her, I was standing directly in front of her, at her desk so that she was sitting and my torso has at eye-level for her. This time I pulled my shorts downward, like she had, but on me this action showed a thin tangle of soft, curly, dark pubic hair, and the base of my cock, partially erect and large from all our teasing, and very visible in my shorts.

It was so risky, anyone could be looking.

Emma fell forward slightly, steadying herself with her hands on the surface of her desk. I was incredibly flattered that I could do this to her. She shook her head at me, and the crushing end to yesterday's interaction came back to me, and I was momentarily unsure if I was pushing too hard again. I avoided eye-contact, and moved to the machine behind her desk to finish my work out with some abdominal exercises.

A low wall divides Emma's workspace from the equipment behind her. We would often chat when I was on one of those machines because we were so close, but just as I got settled there, she left and went into the bathroom. Maybe I had pushed too hard.

She was gone a while but gave me a small smile that filled me with relief, but then she ignored me for a moment, focused on some work on her computer.

I was doing lateral twists on the abdominal machine, passively looking at the back of her head and at her computer screen. She looked back at me and then from side to side. She looked away again before I could engage her in conversation.

And then her screen filled up with an image of her taking a selfie in the bathroom. Her pants were down around her knees, so that the tiny turquoise panties were fully exposed.

Her shirt was pulled up and so was the matching turquoise bra. Her arm was pressed across her bare breasts, holding the bra and shirt upward off her breasts and covering a line across her bare nipples. Below her arm the bottom of her breasts swelled with alluring volume.

The silk, turquoise panties were a bright flash of color against her exposed skin. A darker color toward the bottom told me they were wet.

And then it was gone, and she turned back to look at me, giggling almost too loudly when she saw my face. I must have looked pretty funny with my jaw resting against my chest.

"Jesus Emma, you almost gave me a heart attack."

She stood from her chair and came and leaned on the wall, looking over it and down at my groin. The wall was just over waist high, and it stretched behind her desk at angles so that when standing close to it, nothing below your stomach was visible to anyone in the gym unless they were standing right beside you.

My dick was growing quickly. It was still pointing downward, trapped in the leg of my shorts, but rising outward, fighting hard. I lifted my shirt again, to give her a better view, and then reached my hand down into my shorts to untangle it and let it point upward.

I wanted to pull it right out, but when sparks flew between Emma and I, it drew a lot of attention, and already I could feel eyes trying to see just exactly what was happening there at the wall.

"Will you send me that picture?"

I couldn't believe that picture even existed. I wanted to cum while looking at that picture.

"No, that's not a picture I want floating around the internet. I took it just for you, now. But I'm deleting it."

I was desperate.

"No don't, not yet. Let me see it again. Let me memorize it."

Emma was such a tease. She smiled.

"You want to memorize it? Why, so you can stroke yourself thinking about it, later?"

"God yes."

Emma leaned close over the wall to me. I thought she was going to kiss me. I'm sure that several people in the gym had thought that was going to happen as well. There were so many people trying to look like they weren't watching us.

"Do it now. I want you to masturbate for me, here. I want you to cum for me right here."

Had she lost her mind?

"What do you mean? I can't do that right here!"

She had a plan.

"I mean here at the gym, in the bathroom. Like I did yesterday after you left. Go in there right now and do it."

I was embarrassed. People could see my arousal. If I disappeared into the bathroom for too long now, I'm sure at least someone would have an idea about what I was doing.

"I want to, but it seems so obvious."

But Emma would not be denied.

"If you do, I'll give you another look at my lingerie. But I want proof that you came for me. Don't clean yourself up all the way. Leave something to show me."

It was so twisted, and I loved it. I'd seen Emma turned on before, but at that moment she was a woman possessed. If our flirtation was a contest, she didn't just want to win, she wanted to destroy me.

I wanted to be destroyed. I went into the bathroom.

I imagined Emma in there the day before. There were two private stalls coming off the co-ed sink area, one for girls and one for boys, but really any person could use either. I chose the girl's stall. I wanted to be where Emma had been.

I was already close. It wouldn't take long. I tried to remember every detail of the picture. I imagined her arm coming down a bit, so that her breasts would still be pressing upward but her hard nipples would show. What would her nipples look like? I imagined licking them, sucking them into my mouth.

I imagined her fingers working in and out of her pussy right here, just hours before. I imagined those turquoise panties pulled to the side, exposing her, all soaked and slippery. I imagined the feel of all that slick wetness against the head of my penis as I pressed and held it to her opening.

I imagined her voice in my ear telling me to fuck her, fuck her, push in hard. I imagined holding one of her legs high, trapping it with my elbow, hand along the underside of her thigh opening her wide, and the other hand on her ass, holding her panties to the side, holding her up, her other leg around my hips, her juices flooding over my balls as I thrust in and pressed as deep as possible.

I started to cum, standing up, my whole body tight. My stomach flexed so strongly it hurt. I crunched forward and groaned loudly as all the built-up passion shot out of me in thick, oozing spurts.

I caught most of it in a wad of tissue, but some hit the wall and the floor, and there was plenty coating my hand. I cleaned up using more tissue, protecting my one hand that held the evidence. And even that hand I had to clean up a bit, But I left two fingers to show, curling them to try and keep the cum from dripping off.

I opened the door out to the sink area, and there was a woman waiting to use the stall. She was about twenty, tall and slim with long blonde hair. Very Dutch. She was surprised to see a man come out. I tried to hide my fingers. I wondered if she heard me groan. I wondered if she could smell that tell-tale ocean-like scent.

She had seen me around the gym often enough that she knew I spoke English.

"You are not supposed to use that stall, it's for girls."

I played ignorant.

"Oh, I didn't realize, I can't read the signs."

Actually, the Dutch words for "women" and "men" were about the first Dutch words I learned when I got to Holland. She knew it was an excuse and pushed past me into the stall.

I put my left hand on the door that lead back out to the gym, wondering how I would show Emma my evidence in the busy room. But then the door to the men's stall opened, and Emma tiptoed into the sink room with me, a finger against her lips to signal silence.

She had been right next to me while I masturbated.

She whispered, knowing there was a girl in the other stall.

"Let me see."

She looked very excited.

I held up my fingers. There was a line of partially clear, partially white, thick fluid running across the two fingers, and several separate droplets. As I held them up, a tiny drip slowly gathered at the base of one finger, elongated, pulled away, and dropped to the floor. We both gave a small, quiet giggle.

Emma's hand dipped into her pants.

It was unbelievable. I was stupefied. There was a girl in the stall right beside us, and anyone could come in at any time. This was real, not one of my written fantasies... Emma was touching herself right in front of me.

Emma was hell bent on my destruction. I had moved her very strongly with my second piece of writing, and now she wanted to make sure that she was turning it all back onto me. She wanted to do something that would keep me awake for the rest of my life. Something provocative, erotic, just a little perverted...

She took my wrist with her other hand and brought my fingers to her mouth. Her tongue came out, wet and hungry. She let the tip of her tongue touch a droplet clinging to the end of one finger, then licked upward and pulled away, leaving a tiny transparent string connecting her mouth to my finger. And then another lick, further down my fingers, gathering a little more substance. I was transfixed. I had orgasmed only moments before, but I was already growing again. Another slow lick and then she sucked my fingers into her mouth.

I knew it was all for me. It was a show. It was the killing blow in our little contest. But her fingers were moving fast in her pants. We were both losing. We were both winning.

She sucked hard on my fingers. There was a droplet of my cum shining on her lower lip. Her tongue pressed and swirled against my fingers inside her mouth.

It felt so good.

It looked so good.

I was completely erect again and I wanted to be in there so badly.

And then she slowly guided my fingers back out of her mouth, giving one last kiss to the tips before letting them go. We were out of time. She pulled her hand out of her pants, and then reached into her pocket. I was still standing wide-eyed and stunned, staring at her incredible mouth. Breathing hard as I watched the last remaining bit of white trail from her lip to her chin.

The toilet in the woman's stall flushed and Emma quickly brought her hand out of her pocket, using her other hand to pull the waistband of my shorts outward, opening them wide and exposing my renewed erection. I saw a flash of turquoise as she reached in and squeezed her panties around my dick, stroking me once with the silk, and then leaving them there. Her hand came out and she let the waistband of my shorts snap closed. She had taken her panties off in the stall next to mine while I was masturbating.

I could feel how wet they were against my dick.

She was showing me the lingerie again. That was the deal.

And then she was pushing me out the door of the bathroom as the lock came unlatched on the women's stall. I was hard. My fingers weren't entirely clean. I had a pair of wet panties stuck down the front of my shorts, and suddenly I was standing out in the open in the middle of the gym with a shocked, horny look on my face.

She meant for me to leave. I had wanted to warn her about the evidence still showing on her face, but I didn't get a chance. There was a mirror in there. A flash through my mind of her licking her lower lip right in front of that other woman in there knocked the wind out of me, making me suck air.

I pulled my towel off my shoulders and held it in front of my dick. As always seemed to be the case now, I left the gym hiding my arousal, but unable to hide from my arousal. I was smitten. I was spellbound. I was powerless. Emma was everything to me now.