Teasing Steve
written by:
Deb4164

Okay, I don't really approve of teasing guys. Mainly, because they don't understand it. When a guy says "no" that is what he means. When he says "maybe" he doesn't mean "no". If he says "yes" then he doesn't mean either "no" or "maybe". So, when a girl says "maybe" with her actions the guy thinks that there is a chance and starts getting worked up. If a girl isn't going to put out for a guy (or even if she is undecided) she shouldn't be giving him any reason to jump the gun. Of course, if she really wants to put out for him then it isn't teasing. Guys can be hard enough to control without giving them false expectations so I try to shoot square from the start. At the same time there is the occasional exception.

So, there is a family right across the street that has a son who had just graduated from high school. Even while he was still in school and while I was married I noticed that he really eyed me when I was jogging or working out in the yard and found it flattering but really didn't pay much attention. You know, just another teenager with a hard on and no real idea what to do with it. He was kinda cute the way he went about it though. He is built pretty well and plays football and baseball so is pretty lean and muscled. If I was out in the front working in something skimpy he would suddenly appear in their yard with no shirt on and flexing at every opportunity,

After my ex moved out it became obvious that the kid had a bad case of puppy love (or puppy lust). When I work outside I usually wear a t shirt or loose top with no bra and loose shorts with nothing on underneath. The kid would come over to talk while I was working and was so transparent as to be unbelievable. Yep, his eyes never left my chest. Not only that, but if I was squatted down working the flower beds then he would be standing over me watching and trying to find the best angle to look down the t shirt. Sometimes I would shift position forcing him to move around while others I would give him a good 30 seconds eyeful before moving. Through it all I never let on that I knew what he was doing.

Then I caught the little shit spying on me while I sunbathed. At that time I would go out wearing a robe with a bikini underneath and then lay out. This one particular day I thought I heard a noise and sure enough, he was behind some bushes outside the fence and peeking over. I thought about saying something but got a better idea. I rolled onto my stomach as if I had never seen him then glanced from side to side and pulled the back of the bikini bottoms toward the center and up into the crack of my butt. I have never liked thongs and didn't like that feeling either so after a couple of minutes I pulled it back out, looked around again, and then undid the ties at the side and just flipped the back of them down so that my whole butt was bare. I was getting kind of a kick out of what that must have been doing to his young libido so reached around behind me and untied the strings for the top and pulled it out from under me. I was tempted to roll over but thought that might be a little much. I did manage to lift up a little now and then while taking a drink and gave a couple of flashes of tit. When my time was up I pulled the robe over me and stood up with my back to him while I got my arms in it and tied it closed.

After that I could hardly go out in the front to water without him coming over to talk. I pretended like I had no idea that he was into watching me and when he asked what I did in my off time I casually let it slip that I always liked to catch some sun time right after work. One day I came home from work and went in to change to go sun. With the dress and blouse off I looked in the mirror at the really sheer and skimpy bra and panties that I was wearing and said, "Why not?" So, no bikini that day, just small see-through bra and a really tiny thong. I will bet that when I took off my robe before laying down that he nearly choked! It even became a game to me to find the very smallest thing that I could possibly wear while sunning and periodically lift it to get some air.

As summer was nearing its final month, the neighbors right next door went on a one month vacation and hired my young admirer to do the lawn, water, and look after things. A perfect opportunity for him to peek and me to play my teasing game. He had come over to talk (and ogle my tits) while I was washing the car. When I had finished I casually mentioned that I was going to put everything away and then go sun. He had gotten a little bolder and asked if I wanted company! I laughingly said no and mentioned trying to get rid of some tan lines. Sure enough, as I went into the house I saw him heading for the neighbors. I went in and grabbed a towel and some sunblock. I could feel my pulse pounding and a tingling in my groin as I went out the back to the patio and put the stuff on a table. After a deep breath I faced sideways to the house that he was at and slipped off the shorts. With what I hoped would look like a cautious look around I whipped off the top over my head, grabbed the stuff from the table, and walked naked out to where I sun. After spreading out the towel I proceeded to apply lotion very thoroughly spending a good bit of time rubbing it onto my breasts and down between my legs. Finally, I laid down in the sun on my stomach. Ten minutes later I got up, went back in the house and threw a couple of beers and some ice in a small cooler then went back out. Even while I was on my stomach I raised up often enough to take a drink that he got a very good look at my boobs uncovered. When I finally turned onto my back and moved my legs apart exposing my shaved pussy he must have really popped his cork!

This went on for a couple of weeks and I am sure that the neighbors' yard got more attention in that time than it ever saw before or since. The whole thing was also starting to loose the thrill that it had originally held. After all, there are only so many things that you can do while sunning and I was just getting to the point that I knew he would be watching so it was no longer exciting. In any case I knew that my neighbors would be back in a couple more weeks and that would serve to curtail his visits to watch from their backyard. I did, however, figure out a way to vary the routine for another shot of adrenaline rush.

I mowed the front lawn on a weeknight and waited to start until 8PM so that it would be as cool as possible but would have time to finish before it got too dark. Cool is a relative term and it was still hot enough that I was hot, sweaty, and sticky by the time that I was done. As I was finishing my young admirer came over and told me that he was going to go shut off water and roll up hoses at the neighbors' and asked if I wanted to go along. I declined saying that I really needed to go jump in the shower and get rid of the sweat. He went along and I went inside. I went straight back to my bedroom which is on the side of the house facing my neighbors and flicked on the light. The curtains were open but I didn't even glance at them as I quickly kicked off my shoes and shed the tshirt and shorts that I had been wearing. Now totally nude I went to the adjoining bath and turned on the light. Despite the open blinds I proceeded to start running the shower and then stepped inside. I always take cold showers in the summer so the transparent shower doors didn't even steam up. After thoroughly washing I shut off the water and stepped out. After drying off I returned to the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror blow-drying my hair without getting dressed. Once the hair was done I proceeded to rub myself thoroughly with moisturizing lotion from head to foot and then tweeze my eyebrows. When finally done I walked out to the kitchen and then returned, still nude, with a beer. I laid down on the bed, which faces the window side, on my back, and turned on the TV with the remote. Assuming that he was watching he would have gotten a fine show out of it!

I should have just let the whole thing die at that point, shouldn't have ever started it in the first place, but I just couldn't. The thought of him watching and admiring me was just too powerful to resist. I knew that this could not continue indefinitely but was so stimulated by exposing myself to him that I just couldn't stop. In fact, I even started dropping what I hoped were innocent sounding hints. If he came over in the evening and we met in the front yard I would often end the conversation by remarking that I was going to go take a shower and relax for a while. I really doubted that he would get bored with the show but just to make sure I tried to vary the routine some to keep it interesting. On one occasion I faced the bathroom window while shaving my pussy. The excitement that I felt from that was so strong that I returned to the bedroom and masturbated myself to a spine-tingling orgasm in full view of the window.

After my neighbors returned from their vacation the opportunities to enjoy this exhibitionist game came to an end. What neither of us knew was that my teasing was about to turn more serious.

I had gone out to wash the car one day and had it pulled to the end of the drive which parallels the side of the house. In this position it was only visible from the end of the drive nearest the street so I was surprised when he strolled up and asked if I could use some help. I flashed him a smile and accepted the offer conscious of the fact that I was only wearing a skimpy bikini bottom and a loose fitting shirt that did absolutely nothing to cover my boobs when I leaned forward. During the process of washing the car I made sure that I leaned forward often in his direction giving him a great view. In the past I had teased him in a passive way but that day I acted a bit more playful, laughing and joking with him as we worked. We did get the car washed but in the process sprayed each other with the hose as a sort of game. He managed to get me wet enough that my shirt was practically transparent where it clung to my torso and showed off my hardened nipples prominently. He had obviously enjoyed the show and when we finished drying the car I casually asked him if he would like to relax with a beer as his reward.

He readily agreed so we went into my backyard and he waited while I went in to grab the drinks. I was barely in the house before I began losing the wet clothes. If he were watching through the door, and I hoped that he was, he could have had a great view of my back, at least. I pulled on a short, terry cotton wrap that didn't even reach mid-thigh and tied loosely at the waist. A quick check in the mirror confirmed that it was loose enough to expose my tits when I moved. I came back out with a six pack in a small cooler and motioned him toward one of the lawn chairs. I handed him an open beer then sat in a lawn chair facing him. I thought that his eyes would pop out of their sockets when the hem rode up my legs almost to my crotch but I managed to act as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary. It was really funny watching him pretend that he wasn't looking and I noticed with some satisfaction that he was sporting a rather prominent hard on. I couldn't know for sure but thought that he could probably see my pussy and shifted position a couple of times to let the hem ride up a little higher. When the top fell open and showed my left boob I just left it that way. After we had each finished a beer I remarked that I was in the mood to catch some sun and invited him to join me. There was no way that he was going to say "no"!

I went back inside and grabbed a couple of beach towels to lay on and a bottle of sunscreen. Once back outside I spread out the towels in the sun and nonchalantly slipped out of my robe before lying down. He seemed very unsure of himself in this situation so I had to do some prodding. I lay on my stomach and asked, "Would you be a dear and put some lotion on my back"? He took the sunscreen and began to very gingerly apply it to my back and shoulders. He went all the way to the small of my back but stopped there. "Thanks," I said, "but I wouldn't want my buns to burn, legs either." He hesitated a moment then worked his way lower. He almost acted as if he were afraid to touch my ass but with some assurance from me finally did a fairly credible job. Now it was time to take the next step. "Why don't you lose the t shirt so I can do you?", I asked.

I sat up facing him and watched with satisfaction as his eyes fastened on the full frontal view. After moving behind him I pulled his shirt over his head and began to apply sunblock. As I rubbed the lotion into his back my fingers worked slightly under the waist band of his athletic shorts. "Are you going to leave these on?", I inquired.

"I, uh, think I better," he said with a bit of embarrassment in his tone.

"Okay," I said with amusement, "but I really doubt that you have anything that I haven't seen before". We lay down on our stomachs and sipped our beers while making small talk. After about half an hour I rolled onto my back to get some sun on the front. He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand while just gazing at me.

"Do, um, do you want sunscreen on the front?" He turned red as a beet while asking that.

I laughed at that to put him at ease but as tempting as it was didn't want to go quite that far. "No," I replied, "I think that I had better do that part. I wouldn't want you getting the wrong idea. Thanks for offering, though."

He dropped all pretense of trying not to look as I applied the lotion over my breasts and the area between my legs. Finally I looked directly at him and said, "Tell you what. You can put it on my stomach and legs as long as you don't get too fresh. Oh, you will also have to take off those shorts at some point."

Not wanting to give him too much time to think about it I laid down on my back, legs slightly spread, and held out the bottle. He couldn't have possibly resisted my offer and began to gingerly rub my stomach with the sunscreen. He was doing a great job and I just closed my eyes and relaxed. He had applied plenty but the rubbing felt really good so I let him continue. He had started off doing just the stomach and upper abdomen but gradually expanded his territory to include everything from the beginning swell of my breasts to the spot where my lips met at the top and it was feeling very, very good.

I was lying there enjoying it but was conscious that his hands kept roaming just a little bit higher at the top and he had soon passed the swell of the breast and was darn near to the nipples. When the inevitable happened and he touched a nipple he pulled his hand back and apologized. "Sorry," he blurted out. "Guess I got carried away."

"It's okay," I reassured him. "it was a little high but felt good. Don't worry about it."

Steve retreated for a bit but gradually worked up onto my breasts again. When he again accidentally brushed a nipple and I didn't object he didn't even pause. In no time at all his long smooth strokes were covering the whole of both breasts and the nipples stiffened as the palm of his hands brushed over them. Growing a bit braver he shifted so that his thumb brushed over them and they got even stiffer. Seeing the obvious reaction to his touch he hesitated. Without opening my eyes I reassured him again. "That always happens when they are rubbed or played with. If it bothers you you can stop."

Steve didn't stop but my reference to "..or played with" seemed to give him an idea and he soon began actively focusing on the nipples and playing with them. It was feeling very good so I gave an appreciative "mmmmmmm" and stretched. That seemed to remind him that I had more than one end and, having explored one, he began to investigate the other.

He would stop to fondle a breast and nipple on the upward path then stroke downward. His downward path now led him well over my pudenda and covered fully half of my lips. When one stroke trailed down the inside of my thigh I shifted enough to separate my thighs a bit farther. Sure enough, the next stroke found him caressing my pubes then passing between my legs. I was starting to feel a second heartbeat down there.

"Have you ever done this before?" I asked without opening my eyes.

He hesitated, "Well, I felt up my girlfriend Mandy after a football game once but she got scared. It was nothing like this."

"Okay," I said, "what you are doing so far feels really nice so I am going to let you do it. Some spots feel better than others and when you come to one of those I will tell you. Take your time and have fun exploring."

I leaned back and let him try to find his own way. He was obviously new to this and I wanted to let him do his exploring at his own pace. I shifted my position a couple of times to allow him better access and lay there thoroughly enjoying the sensations. His fingers found my vagina and slipped inside. He seemed to gain some confidence from the realization that I was not going to object and became a little bolder, even returning to my tits once or twice before going back to my open pussy. He finally managed to find the clitoris and I couldn't help a soft moan and the barely spoken response, "Oh,yeah, Steve, that feels very good right there." He seemed fascinated as the little knot hardened at his touch and kept rubbing it. It had been a very long time since I had felt a man's hands on my body and I knew that the orgasm would not be long in coming. Sure enough, I felt a rising tide of passion and my pelvis began arching against his hand.

When the spasms had subsided I reached down and held his hand still. I looked at him once more with a slight smile and murmured, "Thanks!" I rolled on my side facing him and while he stroked my breast I began lightly running my hand up and down his thigh. His shorts were loose and my fingers soon found their way inside the leg until they brushed against the stiff package inside. I pushed him onto his back, and said, "You made a deal, remember?"

Before he could really react I took hold of his shorts and pulled them down and off allowing his erection to spring free in the process. He looked totally embarrassed at this but I just gave a low chuckle at the sight of it. I looked at it appreciatively and thought briefly about how it would feel to have it slide into me and to grip it tightly with my cunt muscles. I looked back at his face and remarked, "That looks almost painful. We will have to do something about that. When you felt up Mandy did she feel you up too?"

He blushed a deep red. "No, I wanted her to but she wouldn't"

I laughed at that. "It takes us girls a while to learn. I know that there are things that you do at night to make yourself feel good so I am going to do that for you now." He turned a deep scarlet color but I laughed again and said, "Don't worry, girls do it too."

He was still digesting this information when I began to massage his chest sweeping gradually lower with each successive caress. He swallowed hard when I first touched his cock but his eyes were begging me not to stop. I had no intentions of doing that anyway and began to slowly stroke it up and down. I moved a little closer to him so that our bodies were touching and did not object when he once more put his hand on my breast. He was very young, only 19, and inexperienced. I knew that he wouldn't last very long and had no wish to prolong it anyway. Just as I felt him start to twitch I leaned over and placed my lips on his. He kissed me back hungrily as the twitches turned to spasms and clutched my boob pinching the nipple as he shot a rather large load. I milked it until there was no more to milk. I then broke the kiss, took his hand from my boob, and whispered, "We better get up now."

Without a word we picked up our things and went into the house. I motioned him to a bar stool at the counter and got each of us a fresh beer from the fridge. We sat there drinking them in silence, still naked, until he reached out once more and tenderly stroked my boob. I was afraid that if I let him get started again things might go too far, so with a twinge of regret I gave him a soft kiss, pulled away, and said, "We better get dressed."

I drank another beer after Steve left, relaxing naked on the patio, remembering the feel of his tentative touch on my naked body and the picture of that hard young cock just begging for release. It is a wonderful thing to watch a man's eyes as they drink in the sight of your body but the titillation is magnified when yours is the first that he has had the opportunity to see and touch. I lit a cigarette and relived the whole experience. The memory of what we had done gave me an electric tingle and I felt my juices starting to flow again. As I stubbed out the butt I had to wonder, had I been teasing him or teasing myself.

In the days following I seemed to flip back and forth between feeling guilty about what I had done and kicking myself for not having done more. I knew that it was wrong. Here I was, a twenty six year old divorced woman, playing with the emotions and libido (not to mention the dick) of a teenage virgin. Yes, it had been wrong but it had felt really, really good. I was still feeling mixed emotions when fate stepped in.

I had gone grocery shopping and had several bags in the car. I carried one armload inside and when I returned to get more found him standing by the open trunk. "Can I give you a hand with these?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied, "that would be really helpful. I'll even spring for a beer afterwards." We finished unloading the bags and then sat at the bar with a couple of cold brews.

I was wearing a light weight red dress, about mid thigh, over see through bra and panties. The dress showed off my figure nicely but didn't really expose anything. We sat there sipping the drinks and talking about his college plans but his eyes were glued to my body. He lost the thread of the conversation at one point and just sat there staring. "Steve," I asked, "are you sitting there thinking about what's under my dress?"

He flushed deeply at that then managed to stammer out, "Uh, sorry, it is just that you were, are, so beautiful. I just can't stop thinking about the other day and how much I wish it would happen again!" He looked really uncomfortable and embarrassed.

I knew in that instant what was about to happen but was quiet for a moment before replying. "There isn't anything wrong with that," I told him. "I enjoyed it too. If you want to do that again then why don't you just say so? Better yet, help me out of my dress?"

I thought that he would choke as I stood with my back to him while his trembling fingers unzipped the dress. I let the straps slip off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. After a bit of hesitation he fumbled clumsily with the bra clasp but finally managed to get it unhooked. I turned back towards him before slipping it off and letting him gaze at my breasts. He swallowed hard as he drank them in and then brought his hands up to cup them both. I let him fondle them while savoring the titillation, interrupting him only long enough to draw his t shirt over his head. He shifted his attention lower as my hands glided over his back and shoulders.

He traced the curve of my side then found the waistband of the sheer panties. As he slowly rolled them downward my breathing became rapid with anticipation. The look in his eyes was pure desire as my smooth, slightly damp pussy was revealed. He managed to get the panties off then slipped a hand between my legs which parted slightly at the touch. My juices were definitely flowing, my nipples were standing up and begging for attention, and I knew that I had taken this too far to back away. As his hands stroked and explored me I gently brought his face to my breast and rubbed a nipple over his lips. He eagerly parted them and let it slip inside.

The fire inside me was burning as I pulled away from him and took his hands in mine. Looking into his questioning eyes I softly said, "I love it when you look at me with that hunger in your eyes. I love the touch of your hands and lips on my body. I would love to be your first woman, to initiate you into manhood. Would you like to make love to me, Steve?"

"You...you mean like....go all the way?"

"Yes, Steve, that is what I mean. Don't you want to put that thing of yours inside me?"

"Oh my God! Yes! Will you let me?"

"Yes, Steve, I will let you. Let's go to my bedroom."

My heart was pounding, and I am sure that his was also, as I led him silently to the rear of the house. Once there I gave him a reassuring kiss, rubbing my nipples across his chest, then reached to the waistband of his cutoff Levis. Slipping my hand inside I undid the buttons, conscious as I did so of his erect penis against the back of my hand. I gently eased it out of the cutoffs before pushing them down and off. After quickly pulling back the covers I took a deep breath then drew him down to the bed.

Steve was obviously unsure of himself so I began by rubbing his chest then kissing it as my hands proceeded to his abdomen. I was determined that the next time he came it would be inside me so avoided direct stimulation of his penis, concentrating instead on rubbing his balls and stroking his inner thighs. My efforts were rewarded when I felt Steve's touches on my body mirroring mine on his. I made appreciative noises when he rolled my nipples and when I felt a hand probing between my legs I parted them to open the path to my pussy. Steve did some cursory exploration of my vagina then traced my lips to the clitoris. "Good boy!", I thought to myself as I felt a warm glow flood my loins. The glow became a pulsating rhythm of need and I felt my body start to move of its own accord.

I was full of need and he was young so I saw no reason to prolong his "first adventure". I rolled onto my back, pulling him on top of me, and wrapped my legs around him. I smothered his look of surprise with a passionate kiss and reached down to his throbbing cock. I brought the tip of it to my waiting pussy and positioned it just within the lips. Tearing my lips from his I panted into his ear, "Are you ready, Steve, do you want this?" His insistent nod and sharp intake of breath were all the reply that I needed. I adjusted my hips slightly as I guided him inside me. With a hoarse half whispered "Okay, Steve, fuck me!" I began slow pelvic thrusts to spur him to action.

It felt so goddamn good to have a stiff dick inside me again! I frantically clutched his ass cheeks to draw him in deeper while lifting my knees even higher. He was a typical first timer, I suppose, and in a rush. I tried to pace him but it became a losing battle and I soon realized that he was about to lose his load. I was pretty worked up myself and managed to change the angle just enough to rub in the right place before he came. His frantic pounding, in the new spot, was enough to get me off as well and we both bucked against each other until it was over. I could feel him softening but kept grabbing him with my cunt muscles and holding him inside. Then it was really over.

He was still on top of me when I smiled at him and said, "You just lost your cherry, Steve, how did it feel?"

"It felt...um....really great!" he replied. "I just wish that it wasn't over."

I laughed at that and reassured him, "Oh, it isn't over, Steve, it has just begun!"

I continued to kiss him tenderly and caress him gently. Taking the cue, he did the same to me. We rolled back side to side and continued the slow fondling. When I felt a slight stiffening in his cock I began kissing down his neck to his chest and then lower. He was still only half hard when I reached his lower abdomen before taking him in my mouth. That seemed to have an instant effect and he was fully erect in almost no time. I heard him gasp when the head became fully engorged at which point I shifted my mouth and sucked both his balls. A quick roll and I was on top of him.

He lay there on his back looking up at me with wondering eyes as I worked around and planted my pussy firmly on his dick. His hands found my breasts once more as I began rhythmically rocking back and forth setting a pace calculated to give us both pleasure. I took him to the brink and back several times before I was also ready, and when I was I took him over the edge in an experience that he will never forget.

I figured that he was done at that point so just cuddled close to him and cradled his face against my breasts. Amazingly, I felt a sign of life from his dick so leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Do you like fucking me, Steve? Do you like sucking my tits and sticking your dick in my pussy? Do you want to cum inside me again? Get hard, baby, get hard again and you can do that!"

This time he was a little tireder and slower, which was good for me, and when he was done I knew that he was done. When everything had subsided I slipped out of the bed and led him after me to the shower. He seemed awkward at first but as I gently washed him and encouraged him to reciprocate, holding back nothing, he got into the spirit of it. We spoke very little but washed each other tenderly, and intimately, with a lot of kissing and caressing, After we had dried off I lay down on the bed and watched him dress. I pulled on a robe and walked him to the back door.

Steve started out the door then turned back obviously at a loss for words. I stroked the side of his face and giggled a little when he slipped his hand inside the robe to cup my boob. "You better go," I told him. After giving him a light kiss, I added, "If you have time before you leave for college I wouldn't mind having you drop over again." He somehow managed to find the time.