Page 13 of Sex Coach

Four

Michelle

"I will be allowed to speak, correct ?"

"Maybe...if you say please ."

With my feet kicked up on the desk, I pondered the stamped tin ceiling tiles overhead and replayed those few moments over and over through my mind .

Was it me or had there been something sexually charged in that ?

Was he into bondage ?

The master and slave stuff ?

Thatidea freaked me the hell out, and not in a good way, but there was something about his teasing voice when he'd said it .

Maybe...if you say please. The memory made me shiver .

There was some unfamiliar part of me that was already willing to say please to Jake in a number of ways. For a number of things. It was embarrassing to acknowledge it, but more than once, I found myself wondering how one might handle approaching a man in his position .

Not that I enjoyed sex really .

I actually kind of sucked at it .

I could get myself off with a vibrator just fine, but if I had a guy with me, once we got past the petting stage, things got really, really boring. And awkward .

That being the case, I didn't understand why I kept thinking about all the petting...and the more stuff. The stuff that usually made my brain freeze up .

His hands sliding my clothes off .

His hands sliding up and down my body, between my thighs, or cupping my breasts...his fingers ...

I gasped when I felt the brush of my own fingers against my clitoris, not aware until that moment that I'd been stroking myself. Biting my lip, I moved my legs until they were farther apart and shifted in the chair a bit. The skirt I wore fell open around me. I trailed my free hand up over the thigh high, thick woolen socks I'd pulled on under the skirt I'd put on earlier .

It's all about gauging her reaction...following the cues her body gives you,he'd written in the email. When you touch her thigh, does she sigh or shiver ?

Smoothing my fingers up my skin, I decided if he'd been the one doing this, I'd probably be sighing andshivering .

Does she need a bit more time to warm up? Tease her a bit. Touch her through her clothes, but it's just to tease and you keep the touches light .

I brushed my fingers against my clitoris again, the nub of flesh hard and stiff. I was wet already, and I rubbed harder, enjoying the friction of the material against me .

A smart man knows when she's ready for more. I like to think I'm a smart man .

I dipped my fingers inside my panties and gasped at the heat I discovered there .

When she's ready, a woman will all but bring herself to that first climax if you're not careful – and sometimes, that's just fine. I don't mind going along and enjoying the ride .

I thrust my fingers in, panting. In, out. I'd never ever felt this wet, this aroused. The chair wobbled under me and some latent sense of self-preservation had me lowering my feet to the floor. That change in position thrust my fingers deeper, and I cried out. Flinging a hand against the desk for leverage, I started to rock against my touch, riding my own hand now .

Once she's close, I'll sometimes pull her back and draw out the pleasure .

Fuck that idea .

I'd never felt a climax quite like this .

I broke, right there in my chair, in front of my computer. Climaxing so hard it ripped a cry from my throat, I sagged bonelessly forward, my head dropping onto the keyboard as my body started to shut down on me .

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