Norma Egan: Between auntie_s thighs

She stared at the screen – the giant toads had just eaten San Francisco and were heading south – with her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide, as if utterly lost in the movie. The guy moved his hand again, his fingers almost touching the moist steamy crotch of her panties.

Stacy whirled on him, glaring, outraged.

"Are you some kind of pervert?" she said. "Leave me alone!"

"Aw, baby," he whined. "I'm just having a little fun."

"Leave me alone," she repeated, "or I'll report you, you sickle."

Reluctantly the man drew his hand out from under her skirt. Stacy smiled to herself, well satisfied with the way things were going so far. She liked to whip her partners' lust to a fever pitch, to taunt and tease them till they couldn't control themselves.

She knew how warm and silky her legs were, how wet heat radiated from her pussy. She knew how excited the guy had been when he was so close to touching her panties. She was excited, too, creaming right through her crotch, but she knew the fun would be magnified if she made him wait.

As the giant toads demolished Cannel, Stacy went into her next routine. She was wearing a low-cut blouse, and she pretended to drop a piece of popcorn down the front of it.

"Oh, damn," she murmured.

She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and thrust her hand down the front, fumbling for the lost item. Unsuccessful, she undid two more buttons. She could feel the guy's eyes burning on her.

"Damn thing," she said.

She wasn't wearing a bra, so when she undid the final button and opened her blouse, he had an unrestricted view of her plump ripe pointy tits. She heard his sharp lusty intake of breath.

Carefully, as if still searching, she drew the front of her blouse fully open and looked down at herself. He was looking, too. She could feel his hot breath fanning her bare chest. She looked at her pretty round tits with their small pointed pink nipples, knowing the sight was driving him wild.

"Can't find it," she sighed.

Then she merely folded the blouse over her tits without bothering to button it again. She went back to staring at the movie, looking completely absorbed in it.

It took him about one minute to slide his arm behind her seat and bring his hand down over her right shoulder. He did it very cautiously, and if Stacy hadn't been alert for the maneuver, she might not have noticed. He carefully moved her blouse under his fingers, trying to expose her right breast.

Stacy allowed him to do it, munching popcorn and gawking at the screen. She felt the stuffy air of the theater on her bare tit. She knew he was getting an eyeful, ogling that sweet upturned boob with its delicate little pink nipple.

She also knew he wouldn't be content with just looking.

Sure enough, after five minutes in which his breathing became steadily harder and hotter, he suddenly made his move. Stacy saw it as a dark blur, his head dipping down in front of her – and then she felt his wet hot mouth sucking in her nipple.

Dizzying pleasure streaked through her body, and she felt herself creaming right through her panties. Her were very sensitive, and she loved having her nipples sucked. She allowed herself to enjoy it for a brief moment.

He was good, knew what he was doing. He sucked in the whole rigid nipple and tickled the tender tip with his tongue. He sucked like a hungry baby, bathing her sensitive flesh with his saliva. As he sucked, his hand went to her leg again.

Stacy straightened up and said in a chilling voice, "That does it, you creep. I'm going to go find the manager."

The guy jerked away from her as if slapped. He really looked nervous. "I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I just got carried away… I won't bother you again, I promise… only don't tell anybody."

Stacy eyed him coldly for a long moment, letting him squirm, then turned away, folding her blouse over her bare tit. She didn't button it. Let him sit there and imagine her pert round boobs, so near and yet so far.

She could barely contain her glee. Cock-teasing was her favorite game.

She watched the screen, but she could almost see the poor bastard seething next to her, wanting her, writhing in frustration. She imagined the cock stand he must have by now, and she felt her whole belly melting with horny excitement.

The next step would be the most fun of all.

Stacy let almost five minutes pass, long enough to torture him but not long enough to make him give up. Then, eyes still glued to the screen, she absently let her hand trail off the arm rest and onto his thigh.

The guy flinched – she could see the sharp movement out of the corner of her eye. He gawked at her, but she looked perfectly innocent, unaware of what she'd done. She didn't even seem to notice him. He grinned and settled back.

The giant toads were approaching Los Angeles, trashing the freeways, as Stacy slowly began to move her hot little hand up the guy's right thigh. She could feel his leg trembling under the rough cloth of his jeans. Her movement was subtle, light, as if she didn't know what she was doing, as if she'd mistaken his hard-muscled leg for the arm rest.

At last the tips of her fingers were touching his crotch. She felt a rock-hard throbbing bulge there, a straining hard-on. She grinned to herself. This guy was in for a really big surprise.

She gently slipped her whole hand over the lewdly bulging lump of his crotch and let it rest there lightly. The guy was trembling now, breathing loudly and raggedly. He couldn't restrain himself. He clapped his hand onto hers and pressed it eagerly to his crotch.

Stacy whirled and gave him a look calculated to freeze his balls. He took his hand away. He stared at her, then blinked and settled back in his seat. At last he understood.

Stacy kept her hand just where it was, and he didn't interfere again. It took men a long time to understand how she wanted to play the game, but most of them finally realized that this innocent looking snub-nosed teenager wanted to be the aggressor, wanted to call the shots. If they wanted any action, they had to play it her way.

Now that he understood, she could get on to the part she liked best, driving him wild. She let her hand rest on his enormous bulging crotch for awhile, then absently seized the zipper of his fly and began tugging it down.

The guy trembled and breathed very loudly. Stacy really enjoyed this part. She allowed a whole minute for unzipping his fly and opening his pants, and all the while she kept her eyes on the screen. The guy had no idea what she was up to, but he didn't dare protest. He had to do it her way or not at all.

When she finally had his pants open, she slipped her hand inside and touched his prick. Lots of times men came right then and there, overexcited, shooting their wad in her hand. To her relief, this one managed to hold out. As her hot little hand closed around his stiff, pulsing prick, he flinched and moaned, but he didn't come.

Carefully, never looking his way, Stacy drew his erect cock out of his pants. It sprang eagerly out of its confinement, standing straight up in his lap, weaving lewdly. Stacy took a look. It was a nice one, about six inches long and pretty thick, with a big knob of a head.

She looked at the guy. His eyes were glazed, focused on her, and he didn't change expression or say a word. His mind was blown. He was completely in her power.

With a haughty glance she turned back to the movie, just letting his cock stand there, obscenely exposed, waving slightly. She folded her hands primly in her lap. She wanted to test the guy's nerve and determination. The usher might come by at any moment and catch him with his cock out, or some patron might complain. Would he chicken out?

No, he waited, staring at her, pleading with his eyes. He knew now that he mustn't touch her or say anything, but his eyes begged. Meanwhile on the screen the giant toads were wrecking L.A. while the National Guard made a vain attempt to destroy them. Plenty of noise, a good cover for what she was about to do.