“Are you awake,” I asked.
“What time is it?” was her sleepy response.
“A little past 9:30,” I told her.
If we hurried we could make the hotel breakfast which ended at 10:00 a.m.
“Can’t we just have room service send up some coffee?” she said, offering more of a suggestion than posing a question. I rolled over, found the phone and called room service.
Back under the covers, I asked how she was feeling.
“Not bad, considering. My ass doesn’t hurt as much as I imagined it would, and my pussy is just a little sore. It’s my nipples that hurt.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“No, don’t be sorry,” she said, “It’s a good hurt”.
She also had rug burns on her knees, as did I.
I told her how much I had enjoyed our first evening together, and that launched a discussion of the prior evening’s events.
“Where’s my list?” she asked.
Even without seeing the list, we both knew that we had made a big dent in Gail’s “weekend wish list”.
We talked for a while, and of course, being a guy and reliving our sexual activities the night before, I was soon aroused.
“Mmmmm,” she said. “I see you’re getting interested again in the weekend’s topic. Can’t you control that thing?” she joked. “It poked me in the back all night.”
Gail took hold of my shaft, massaging it as it grew in length and girth.
She had surprised me. Her favorite thing from the night before was not the anal sex we had worked so long at accomplishing. Nor was it that mind blowing orgasm she had during the anal sex. No, her favorite thing from the previous evening was being teased.
Maybe it was the novelty of our weekend. Or maybe Gail was already hot and horny when we arrived at the hotel room. Whatever the reason, she said that she loved being teased and was interested in exploring that subject again as the weekend progressed.
“It’s a new day,” she said as she held onto my cock. “What have you got planned?”
“Coffee,” I said, just as there was a knock on the door.
I put my robe on and answered the door. Gail buried herself under the bed covers.
A waiter rolled a cart into the room with the coffee and a newspaper. If he noticed Gail’s black thong on the floor, her bra hanging on the desk chair, her vibrator on the coffee table or the two big feathers on the bureau, he didn’t let on.
I signed for the coffee, found my pants and some money and gave the guy a good tip.
Gail emerged from the covers and put on her robe. After fixing her hair, she joined me for breakfast.
We sipped coffee, ate a sticky bun or two, and read sections of the newspaper.
The hotel lunch started at 11:30 a.m. I told Gail that I was going to shave and suggested that she look over her list and pick some activities for the afternoon. When we had dressed, we could look over the hotel facilities and then have lunch.
I went to the bathroom to shave.
I took off my robe, splashed hot water on my face, and spread lather over my morning beard.
Gail walked in, sans robe, her tits bobbing side to side and up and down.
“I have some ideas,” she said, as my manhood grew once more.
“Want to talk about them now or over lunch?” she asked, acting coy and bashful.
She leaned against the sink and reached down and held my semi-erect member in her hand. Slowly stroking my cock, she teased me a little.
“Watch it,” she said. “I wouldn’t want you to cut yourself.”
Now wanting to play, Gail squatted down, took my cock in both hands, and proceeded to slide my now fully erect member into her warm mouth.
“If you don’t stop,” I said, “we are going to miss lunch.”
She stopped sucking and licking long enough to say, “So, we miss lunch.”
“We need to get out of the room for at least a few minutes so the room can be cleaned and the beds made, and you may want to pick up and hide a few things,” I reminded her.
“Alright,” she said, releasing my erection from her lips.
“When do I get to play?” she said, pouting as she left the bathroom.
We explored the hotel lobby, the indoor pool, the gift shop, the bar, and the pub in which I had grabbed a quick dinner the night before. Poking our heads out the hotel’s front door, we quickly confirmed that the heat and humidity still hung over the City.
We at lunch in the hotel dining room, taking care to be seated far enough away from others so we could talk.
It was a buffet lunch, and when we had gone through the food line and sat down, Gail was eager to talk.
“Can we take some pictures this afternoon? Will you teach me how to tease a guy? What do you want to do?”
Taking pictures of Gail and having her pay attention to my cock for the afternoon seemed like a good plan to me.
Teasing became the topic at lunch; I did most of the talking. Gail absorbed anything and everything I said. If she had a pencil and paper with her, I’m sure she would have taken notes.
From my experience, before Gail got to practice teasing on a guy, she had to understand a few things.
Teasing is the art of making your partner feel as wonderful as possible for as long as possible. To be able to do that, without letting your partner cum, takes both knowledge and talent.
The most important thing Gail would have to learn is to be able to recognize when her partner was ready to cum. The idea, I told her, was to bring her partner right up to the point of orgasm, but not let him go over the edge, and to do that as many times as possible without letting him cum.
The guy may beg and plead, but she must not give in. In the end, the longer she can tease her partner, the greater will be his reward.
It is a task easier said than done.
Some women innately know how to tease; others need to learn. For those who must learn it literally takes practice and more practice.
When we got back to the room, I asked Gail to assemble all of the toys and put them on the coffee table, while I got the camera ready.
There were two cameras. The digital camera I said I would bring and a digital video camera that I had grabbed at the last minute.
Gail was eager to test her teasing abilities; to play with the toys we had brought; to see how long she could keep me from cumming; and maybe even to see if she could make me beg for release.