Petting the Pussy

"Would you like to pet the pussy?" I asked, as I let my legs slowly fall open.

"Always." He put his hand between my legs and started stroking up and down on the taut spandex where it stretched over my mound. I purred some more. I thought I could really get into being a cat. Maybe I could wear a cat-costume. I could be 'Cat Girl'. Somehow it didn't sound all that intimidating. I couldn't imagine evil-doers being terrified to find they were being stalked by 'Cat Girl'.

Bud was starting to make me hot with his rubbing. I could feel my juices start to flow inside me. I lifted my butt off his lap and pulled the waistband of my tights down. He finished peeling them off my legs and sent back to stroking me. It was so much better with his hand on my naked skin. I spread my legs wide so he could touch me everywhere.

He stroked my hairless outer lips and then ran his fingers in between, lightly touching and tugging on my inner labia. I clenched my pussy muscles and my labia slowly peeled apart to reveal my glistening hole. Bud circled my opening again and again with his fingers until I was desperate to get him to stick them inside me. I bucked my hips toward his hand and my opening gaped and shut as if crying out my need. At last he took pity on me and slid his middle finger into my hot, wet hole. It felt so good that I wanted to clamp my legs shut on his hand and trap in there. Instead I spread my legs apart as far as I could and I looked at Bud with a 'fuck me' look.

He pushed his finger inside me as far as he could. He curled it around and felt for my g-spot. I moaned and rolled my eyes back when he hit it with the end of his finger. He rubbed it a couple of times and then pulled his hand out. I whimpered for him to put it back in. When he added a second finger beside the first and pushed both of them into me, I felt like a virgin being penetrated for the first time. Bud was as surprised as I was at how tight I was.

I tried to relax as much as possible, and Bud was patient about working his fingers deeper into me. The feeling was fantastic. I was getting hotter and wetter all the time. I grabbed my breasts and rolled my nipples between my fingers while Bud finger-fucked me. When he was able to reach it again, he rubbed my g-spot with his fingers and rubbed my hard clit with his thumb.

The feeling was so strong; it felt like I had been plugged into an electrical outlet. I came instantly. All my muscles tensed and jerked while Bud continued gently massaging my hot spots.

My orgasm had just started to ease when we heard a voice from the foot of the stairs, "Bud, take your hand out of Sarah and you two wash up and get dressed. We have a reservation at 7:00 and I'd like to be there on time." Jim Reynolds turned to go back up the stairs.

"Aw, Man!" I called, "He hasn't fucked me yet! Just a few more minutes? Please?"

"No, young lady. Go get ready. He can screw you when we get back, or in the back seat of the car if you can't wait that long, but we are going to be on time at the restaurant. It's discourteous to be late."

"I guess we'll have to pick this up later," I said to Bud.

"I guess," he said. He still did not stop finger-fucking me.

"Yep. We better run up and get ready to go," I said.

"Unhunh. We better. Can you come again so soon?"

"No, I don't think so. But that just feels sooooooo goooood. Oh, heck! Unhand me and let's go." Bud slowly slipped his fingers out of me, but he teased all the way. Twisting his hand, spreading his fingers, he made me feel it all the way out.

"God! You're driving me crazy," I said. "Stop that or Ji will have to come back down here with a bucket of cold water to get us apart."

"Well, we wouldn't want that."

He took his fingers out, but he took my clit between his thumb and index finder and squeezed it. It bulged under the pressure and I thought I would cum again right then, but instead it just pushed me right to the edge. Then he rolled it gently between his fingers and I moaned way back in my throat. My stomach muscles clenched of their own accord. I was panting and glassy-eyed and needed to cum again in the worst way. Bud let go of my clit and pulled the skin back down over it. He pressed my labia back together and pulled my legs together. He slapped me on the butt and pushed me back to my feet.

I stood there pouting at Bud, with my hands on my boobs, squeezing them and rubbing my nipples. He laughed and said, "Serves you right. Now you get a taste of your own medicine." He held up his hand beside his head, with his thumb and finger almost touching. "Remember Darth Vader? Think of your clit in here." He rubbed his fingers together and chuckled, "Heh heh heh. Now let's see how long you can stay hot and wet without cumming! Go get dressed. No panties. And I want to be able to see that your nipples stay hard the whole time, so wear something they show through."

"OK. I'll do it.," I said. I ran off up the stairs with my juice running down my thighs. Bud was right. I had been doing this to people all weekend. It was only fair that I taste a dose of my own medicine. I wondered if I was up to the challenge. I was already having a hard time keeping my hands off. My clit seemed to be getting harder and hotter with every step I took. I found myself walking with my knees together so my thighs would press my pussy lips together and they would rub and tug on my clit. I quit that because it was just making things worse. My clit had pushed its way out of its hood and was waving in the air like it was looking for something to stimulate it. Bud's instructions notwithstanding, if I tried to wear panties in this condition, I would probably cum in a matter of seconds.

I had to be very careful in the shower. It was very tempting to let the water bring me off. I had to turn up the cold at the end because I was feeling a buzz starting in my clit that meant I was going to cum any second.

I dressed in my green empire-waist dress. The hem came to just above mid-thigh on me, so I would have to be careful about bending over or sitting down if I did not want to flash everyone around me. The bodice above the waist was sheer chiffon, but was gathered enough so that you had to look carefully to see through it. With my engorged and reddened areola standing out in sharp contrast to the white translucent cloth, a casual glance would be all that was required to pick out my protruding nipples under the bodice. Knowing that my nipples would be on such prominent display seemed to make them even redder and larger. When I took a deep breath, they rubbed deliciously on the thin fabric.

A pair of patent-leather mary-janes with white socks made it a perfect outfit. I also enhanced the rosy colour of my 'make-up' to give myself a more barbie doll-like appearance. With my measurements I looked like a pornstar version of Barbie. I was very happy with it.

I held up my dress and gave a knock-kneed twist of my hips.

'I think being bottomless and shaved works.'

Bud continued to torture me on the ride to the restaurant. I sat on his lap while he stroked my pussy just enough to keep me on the edge of an orgasm. By the time we arrived, I was buzzing with arousal; I had a goofy grin, and I'm sure my eyes had a glassy look. It was a wonderful and familiar feeling. I had reached the same pre-orgasmic plateau before and I liked it almost as much as cumming, because it lasted as long as I wanted it to.

As we walked into the restaurant a seriously cute waitress in her early 20s showed us to our table. Bud insisted that we take a high table with tall chairs. In spite of my nearly 6-foot height, I had to crawl up onto the chair knees first, before turning around and plopping my naked butt down on it. I started swinging my legs and looking around. The waitress was looking at me funny and I knew she had just got a free show when my dress rode up as I climbed onto the chair. When I looked again, she was staring at my chest, and her eyebrows had gone up noticeably, so she must have been trying to figure me out.

Jim bent over the back of my chair to grab the arms and scoot it up closer to the table for me. I know what effort that took, to lift 100 pounds at arm's length without appearing to strain. He was playing the game, but he was also trying to show me that he wasn't a complete wimp, even if I could bench-press 50 pounds more than he could. Or maybe he was doing it for the waitress' benefit, although she was looking at me, not him. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

The waitress introduced herself as Connie and recited the specials for us before taking our drink order for iced-teas all around. When she came back to take our dinner order, she kept glancing at me. I ordered the nine-ounce filet mignon, medium-rare, baked potato, creamed spinach, and a Caesar salad. I would have let her off with that, but I saw her looking down my top as she took my menu, so I ran my hand up the back of her skirt and stroked the inside of her thigh. I expected her to freak, but to my surprise, she gasped but didn't flinch away. Then she stood right next to me while she took everyone else's order. Since I had my back to a dark corner, there was no one to see that I kept my hand on her thigh the whole time. When she was on the last order and still hadn't shown any sign of distress, I stroked her all the way to the top, where it was me who got the big surprise. Our waitress and I shared a lack of undergarments. Not to be outdone, I petted her furry beaver while she ran down the selection of salad dressing for Bud. When she bent over to take his menu, her legs parted enough for me to slip a thumb between her outer lips. It came away quite wet as I dropped my hand back into my lap.

Connie promised a quick return with our drinks, and turned to look at me last before leaving the table. I stared right into her eyes as I stuck my wet thumb into my mouth and started sucking. When she almost stumbled as she tried to walk away, I knew I had finally got the upper hand.

When she had gone and I looked back at the boys, they were all about to turn blue from stifling laughter. Apparently, I had not been as covert as I thought while fooling around with our waitress.

Jim leaned forward across the table and whispered, "You didn't do what I think you did, did you?"

Without taking the thumb out of my mouth, I nodded.

"Well I think someone has already earned a sizeable tip," Bud said, shaking his head. "I trust our service will be considerably above average."