Touch Me, Tease Me, But Don't Mistake Me For Us


With a promise to keep things private, he was playfully whisked away into the starlit night. A firm hand came to his chest, pushing him down to be seated. “Huh? What's this about? What're ya' tryin' to pull this time~?” She never responded, though she paid careful attention to keep his jacket secure from behind the dilapidated canopy. In a smooth strut, she approached him with mischief in-mind. There was somethin' to entertain between 'em, and the way he approached every time with a different kind of intent in-mind garnered a mutual intrigue.

A likeness would be too soon to tell, but the ride was worth the wonder.

Perhaps the way he spoke out; a charismatic charm of sorts entertained her ear in ways only he understood in the moment. It never failed that he'd hit a high note consistently, able to keep up in creative ways with their mortifying, but brutal banter. She took to a stroll before a pivot led to a firm press against him. Posterior high with hands laced along the thighs. A smug expression developed, and she reciprocated his look, but as he went to reach, she quickly turned around to push his head back. Waving a finger side-to-side, the show was hands off 'til she saw fit.

Much of her movement mirrored somewhere between a dancer and a stripper, striking a stride that encouraged the gradual approach. The sweet nothings he was known with her as a means to encourage became a reliable way to welcome him forward. For the most part, however, the two remained silent. A mutual appreciation and an exchange that kept sights locked. She even pulled that killer bite — gripping the bottom lip as he gave a look to approach. The ascent was true to nature, gripping him by the shoulders as a lascivious gesture gave way. There's no mistaking she forced out a hardened outline through her playful endeavor.

And throughout that night, there was a different kind of atmosphere. While sexually supercharged, the urge for control remained paramount. They hadn't acted solely on impulse—especially for himself. The close movements were entertained, however, and he knew she could feel him slide along the fabric. A gasp of air; a breathless escape, could it have been the moment they'd engage in something beyond the strip?