An adult stories – On The Edge by share_bliss,share_bliss Synopsis: A man meets Emily at a pool party and sets his eyes on her. The tension between them ramps up throughout the night, culminating in a surprise for the main character. All characters in this story are over the age of 18.
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I had grabbed on to the edge of the pool and felt the rough stone in my grip. I pulled myself up and out of the water. On the patio I was surrounded by a mix of friends and strangers.
I was at the going-away party for one of my best friends. Eric was moving away to a different town for college. The rest of my friend group had plans to go to different colleges at the end of summer as well. I was already dreading the destruction of our group.
I squeezed through the small crowd celebrating in the backyard and found Eric sitting on a lawn-chair.
“I didn’t realize you were so popular” I joked with him. “But seriously, I’ve never met half of these people. Who are they?”
“I wanted this to be the party to end all parties,” he said jovially. “I’ve invited pretty much everyone I’ve ever known. I’m talking people I haven’t seen in years.”
I looked through the sea of people and saw my friend Charlie sitting on a lawn chair across the pool. My eyes didn’t fixate on the familiar face, however. My eyes were drawn to who he was talking with.
She was a tall, thin, redheaded woman wearing a checkered dress. The dress was cut halfway up her thighs and clung tightly to her curves. She was well endowed with large tits that pressed heavily against the fabric of her tight dress. Below the edge of the fabric was a pair of long and smooth legs.
“Who’s the chick in the checkered dress, next to Charlie?” I asked Eric nonchalantly.
“That’s Emily. We were close friends years ago, but now we’re more like acquaintances. We keep up but don’t really hang out, Yknow?”
“Yeah, I gotcha. Anyone else here you think I should know about?” I asked.
I talked to Eric for a few minutes while working up the courage to approach her. I saw that the conversation between her and Charlie had ended and decided it was my chance to swoop in. Sorry Charlie.
I approached Charlie and started talking to him about the party. After a minute or so I managed to drag Emily into the conversation. I turned to her and asked her a question.
“How are you liking the party?”
It was a simple question but she turned and looked me over for a moment.
“It’s okay but I didn’t know it was a pool thing,” she sighed.
“Yeah, Eric really got you then.” I laughed. Eric was famous for throwing plans together at the last minute and leaving everyone ill-informed.
I looked down and saw she was wearing black platform boots.
“I think you’d drown if you tried to swim in those” I jested as I motioned to her footwear.
“Well, don’t you just have the sweetest things to say?” She said with a flat expression on her face.
I felt embarrassment wash over my face and a rock fall into the pit of my stomach. I contemplated how to get out of the conversation without seeming more socially inept.
“Relax, I’m just messing with you!” She said with a sudden smile. Her light green eyes gleamed. “Besides, I bet this dress is too tight to swim in as well, don’t you think? I mean look,” She said as she straightened up in her seat, pushing her torso out towards me slightly.
Holy. Shit. My mind raced back and forth. The rapid transition from condescension to what seemed to be flirtation had turned me on in a way that I had never felt before. I felt my cock rapidly growing underneath my tight and wet swim shorts. I adjusted the way I was sitting and hoped that it wasn’t too obvious.
“I still think the boots would be the true killer.” I tried to joke. “And don’t expect me to try and save you either.”
“If you won’t save me, I guess you’ll just have to stop me from jumping in.” She said with a pout.
“And how do you suggest I do that?”
She kicked her boots up into my lap.
“You can just hold onto those and try to stop me
from getting up if I decide to.”
She started rubbing her boots around my thighs and lap. The hard sole of the boot hurt a bit; I was surprised to find that turned me on even more. I prayed that she couldn’t feel how hard I was through the leather of her boots.
I can’t just sit here like a patsy. I decided it was time to torture her back. My methods were less elegant and more annoying. I reached for the thin laces of her boots and undid the knot.
“Try getting away now” I said smugly.
As my eyes met hers once again it was clear my act of insubordination had lit a fire in her. So this is the game you like to play.
“You’re dead now.” She said dryly as she jammed her boots into my legs a bit harder. I winced but I was elated.
We spent the rest of the night like that. We teased and tortured each other relentlessly. I worked some magic and managed to trade phone numbers with her.
By the end of the night it was just a few of us left sitting around a fire pit in Eric’s backyard. I had maintained my grip on Emily’s boots.
Eric looked at Emily and said “So, uhh… I’m guessing you and Bryce are done?” in an awkward and forced manner.
“Yeah uhh… mostly.” She said in a strained tone, clearly not wanting to go into detail.
That’s awkward. Who the hell is Bryce?
Their little conversation died out and I looked around, ruminating in the awkwardness that had penetrated the group. We sat like that for a while, until Eric suggested that it was time for the night to wrap up.
We filed through the dark street’s of Bryce’s neighborhood towards our cars. One by one everyone dropped out of line and into their car until it was only Emily and I left. She stopped by a grey jeep with tinted windows.
“End of the line?” I inquired, imitating a character from an old Western. It was stupid but it worked; Emily laughed way too hard at my joke.
“Maybe not,” she said while giving me a mischievous look.
“What do you mean?” I asked plainly.
“You’re denser than I thought.” She giggled.
“Get in the car” Emily changed her tone to be more demanding.
“No.” I said. I’ll feel guilty unless I know what is going on with her and Bryce.
“What?” Emily asked incredulously as she cocked her said to the side.
“Not used to hearing that word, princess?”
“Nope. Now get in.” She grabbed me by the shirt and tried to pull me in.
“Not until I know what’s happening with you and that guy. I’m not a poacher.”
“A poacher? Oh you idiot. You’re talking about Bryce aren’t you” she made a sour face as she said his name. “Don’t worry about him, it’s nothing.”
Somehow I let that statement be enough to ease my conscience. At this point I felt intoxicated on the rollercoaster of emotions she had been putting me through all night. I let myself be pulled into her car; hell, I even shut the door behind me.
The door closed and the interior lights shut off. The dim light of the moon barely shown through the dark tint of the windows.
“So is this the part where you harvest my organs?” I asked sarcastically.
“Shut up and kiss me” she demanded.
“Well aren’t you easy?” I teased.
I expected her to protest, freeze, or even kick me out angrily. What she said instead shocked me.
“You’ll see.” She said it with a voice that was almost ominous. I felt the hairs on the back of neck stand up.
She grabbed my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips were perfectly plump and soft. She was a fucking amazing kisser and I felt myself give in immediately.
After a minute of kissing she began to rub my thigh. Her hand inched it’s way up my thigh until she began to pet my hard cock over my shorts. She pulled away from my face for just a moment.
“You’re bigger than I thought!” she cooed playfully.
I was feeling close to cumming already.
She began to kiss my neck and rub my cock a little faster.
Now I was really forcing myself not to cum.
Her lips against my neck felt like heaven.
She began to suck on my neck harder, enough that it was a little painful. I really loved it. I felt myself rapidly approach a crescendo already.
I moved her hand.
“What are you doing? You’re not close already are you? That would make you the easy one!” she accused in a taunting manner.
I was glad for the darkness as I felt my skin warm up. I was sure I had turned a deeper hue of red than was humanly possible.
Instead of responding to her taunt I pushed her down and kissed her neck.I began to grab her breast over her dress.
She moaned with delight and began to pick at the hemline of my shorts.
I slipped my hand under her dress and began to tease her pussy. Slowly I edged my way in and began to finger her. I began to finger her deeper and rub her clit with my thumb.
Her sarcastic and cool exterior broke down as she felt her orgasm approaching.
“You’re so good at that” she moaned lustfully.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop” she begged. “I’m going to come so don’t you dare stop!”
I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and her body began to shake for a moment.
“God that felt so fucking good!”
I slowly removed my hand from under her dress and, without skipping a beat, she pounced on me.
Her hand finally stopped teasing the hemline of my shorts as she slipped it under. I felt a wave of euphoria as she grabbed my cock. She began to stroke me expertly with a twisting motion.
“F-fuck fuck I’m getting so close”
“Mmmm, let me know when you’re on the edge” she said in a sultry tone.
It wasn’t long.
“Oh god Emily, I’m gonna come”
She stopped.
“No.” She said with a teasing yet assertive tone.
She drew her hand out of my pants, tickling my pubes on the way out.
I looked at her face and saw her wearing the biggest grin.
“Remember earlier?” She whispers. “No one gets to tell me ‘no’ without being punished!” She added after a brief pause.
“Fuck you!” I groaned. I could feel my orgasm falling far away from me.
“You wish.” she replied curtly.
I rocked my hips back and forth desperately.
“I was so fucking close. Fuck you.” I said.
“Once again, no.” She giggled. “You can make yourself come if you want but I’m not laying another pinky on you.”
I couldn’t bear to let her win this little game of hers. But, if I went home and jacked off would it really have been any better than if I just caved in in front of her? Could I even win?
I sat there for a minute in a daze. Then I decided.
“You owe me one.” I growled.
I sat up and prepared to exit the car.
“I know you’ll be thinking of me until then” she gloated. Then she added, “if there even is a ‘then'”.
“I’ll make sure there is, you fucking tease.”
At this point I was throbbing, sore, high, and low all at once. My face was no-doubt awash with all of the emotions I was feeling. Emily, in contrast, wore a satisfied and smug smirk. She didn’t even respond to my last statement. I stepped out of the car.
“Goodnight!” She called out in a cheerful manner as I turned around a corner. I walked down the street to my car. I turned the key in the ignition and went home to take care of myself.
Damnit she was right. All I could think of was her.
I was stroking and stroking and thinking of her curves, the way she came, and most of all her attitude. I was hooked. I continued the torture she had put me through, but this time I did it on my own. I edged myself more than a few times.
Suddenly a text got sent to me. It was from Emily’s number.
It said “Hey, you sounded pretty frustrated earlier. Maybe I can help :)” A video was attached.
I opened my phone to the video.
It was a video of her playing with herself. She massaged her tits with both hands in a sensual manner as she moaned my name lustfully.
I continued jacking off but couldn’t stop myself this time. I plummeted over the edge into an incredible orgasm.
All of my pent up emotions from the night were released in a wave of pleasure as I came all over myself and my bed. Thick white globs landed all around me. I just lay there for a moment afterwards, trembling slightly.
Did I win, or did I lose? I still didn’t know.
“That doesn’t make us even” I texted, trying my luck.
“I know ;)” She replied.
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