Naughty Everything

What was her deal?…. what was wrong with her?…. why did she insist on doing this to him, night after night??….

For three nights it had been the same thing. Every night she would quietly slip in to his room every two hours like clockwork. Without so much as a single word, much less an explanation, she would gently draw his cock free from his thin hospital gown.

Using soft, gentle, tender strokes she would slowly bring his cock to the brink of orgasm….. then stop. After a brief pause and any hope he had of release had vanished, she would resume…. repeating the process.

Then again….

And again….

Then once more.

After the fifth time, with his cock now desperately engorged…. weeping tears of pre-cum… and aching for release… she would gently tuck it back away beneath his thin hospital gown, leaving it to throb in frustration.

With both of his arms in casts and secured in traction, he had no hope of easing his suffering on his own. And begging her for relief was pointless… she would simply smile and ignore his pleas…. not uttering a word in response.

Finally tonight, on the third night… after the second of what would no doubt be four visits… he finally got her to respond to a question.

As she was tucking his aching erection back away after his fifth near orgasm he whimpered in frustration, “Why?….. why are you doing this to me?…. can’t you at least tell me that?”

Looking in to his eyes she calmly replied, “Because I can…..”

After our connecting flight dropped us off in country, we still had a near 3 hour car ride to get to where we were staying on this rainy and foggy night.  It was 11pm and after a full day of travel and being in a dark car filled with a mix of some local love songs and soft 80s hits I was not surprised to look over and see my boy trying to sleep… sitting straight up.  The roads were bumpy and every time his head was jostled off the rest or into it he’d rouse and slowly drift again.  

The next time it happened I told him to put his seat back and he claimed he was fine.  He watched curiously as I put up the seat divider with the cup holders and pulled my travel pillow out and then patted my thigh.  This invitation he tried to take, but those long legs wouldn’t permit him to get comfortable.  I was sad because running my hands through his hair while watching the street lights go by and catching glimpses of our new destination would have been, for me, travel perfection.  I wanted the contact with him, though, so I laid down on his thigh instead.  

I arranged the pillow and settled in on him, his hand resting on my arm, my back, my side in occasional shifts.  I nestled in a little closer and smelled him.  I caught a trace of the scent of musk and arousal.   Likely from his near explosion while I toyed with him on the plane, rather than now… but I eyed the driver who couldn’t see me now in his mirror and he was busy humming along with the music and navigating the roads.  My hand moved up his knee… along his thigh… under the pillow and cupped him.

As I thought, he wasn’t hard.  Not… yet… at least.  It was perfect.  Dark, quiet, and covered.  My hand and fingernails played with him.  I rubbed him through his khakis and his left leg fell out a bit more, giving me more room to toy and tease.  I caressed, and molded my hand to his balls.  I squeezed his burgeoning erection and traced it with my fingernails.  I tested different sensations and touches and to my amazement found that over the hardy fabric for protection it was my fingernails dragging over his shaft that was driving him wild.  Firming him underneath me and growing that thick cock to it’s proper size… while constricted by the seatbelt and his clothes.  Oh how deliciously frustrating…

I moved my hand fast and slow.  I jerked him and rubbed him.  I caressed and played and made him leak precum just inches from me.  I could smell him.  I could smell his arousal and feel his need and it took everything in me to lay mostly still and quiet.  To not moan and let my legs get restless with my answering need.  

I never looked at him.  Only ahead of me at the driver or out the window.  My world, though, was reduced to the tiny distance between me and what I wanted.  For the last 45 minutes of the drive I kept him hard and twitching and leaking for me.  We weren’t alone.  We weren’t alone and I was furtively groping his cock and silently encouraging him to cum in his pants a couple of feet away from our driver.  I wasn’t going to stop.  I was going to push and play and tease and rub until he emptied out right there… 

Just Puppin