The models

The studio was bright. Foam models stood around like a quiet crowd with nothing printed on them. I wore the cream knit and the heels, and Dan locked up after the last person left. He is my partner. He does not manage me. He looked at the heels and, before hello, said, Please tease me. I want you to lead. I want to be close and not allowed to finish. I told him to drop the bag and put his back on the clear wall between two models. He did.

I walked over so he would hear the heels. Hands in your pockets. They stay. I kissed him and palmed his cock through the trousers until he was hard and still behaving. Then I stepped back. You can look. You cannot touch. I lifted the knit, showed the line of my thigh and the strap of the shoe, and touched my cunt while he watched, pockets obedient. His mouth opened. Stay. I like you desperate and parked there. You can say stop. Say it if you need it. He said he did not need it. He wanted the edge.

I freed his cock without letting his hands out. I stroked lightly and stopped when his head met the wall. Not yet. I turned and rubbed my cunt against his cock, heels planted, knit up, and I let the head of his cock drag along my cunt without letting him fuck in. He whimpered. Please. Please what. Please keep going. Please do not let me cum. That answer earned him a reward. I sank onto his cock facing away and fucked him shallow, so he felt all of it and finished none of it. I came with my hand on my clit and the other braced at his hip, using his cock, telling him he was not allowed to follow. He did not follow. I was proud of that in a way I said out loud.

I stepped off and tucked his cock back into his trousers while he was still throbbing. A specific tease we both like. I kissed his jaw. You were perfect. You will cum later, on the desk, if you still want me to lead. He laughed, wrecked, and said he wanted it. I fixed the knit. In the hall he bumped my hip and I allowed it.