DeltaRayne.Erotica

A Rayne Erotica Short Story

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She was the MILF that lived next door, and she was all he could think about.  It was the first time he was attracted to someone older.  He noticed her not long after he and his mate moved in next door.  She had started waving back after he had given her many smiles and acknowledgements before moving in for brief discussions.  They were on friendly terms now and he had already started to flirt with her too. She responded to his suggestions with comments about her age and would often shoot him a dazzling smile.  He knew he was tipping her interest in his favour, and he was relentless in ensuring she knew he was there. He wondered how soft her skin was.

Finally, the day was here, he was heading over to her place now.  He had invited her over for a drink yesterday and she insisted he head over to her place today instead. He skipped up her front steps two at a time and stopped at her screen door. He tapped on her door.  She had music playing, the sweet tunes wafting out her door to his ears. He tapped on her door again, this time calling out her name.  “Come in, its open” she called back.  As he stepped through her door, she called out again “Lock the screen behind you please”.

She heard the click of the lock as he did as she asked. “I’m down here” she called out.  He walked through her lounge room, following her voice.  “Hi” he called back, “I’ve brought some wine”.  She smiled and replied, “there are glasses in the kitchen, pour me one and come find me”.  He tipped his head and smiled.  He looked to his left and found her kitchen.  He walked over, opened a few cupboards and found some wine glasses. He opened her second draw and found a corkscrew.  He opened the wine, poured two glasses, picked them up and continued through the house. “I’m in here” she said.  He saw her then, her bathroom door slightly ajar, she seemed to be lounged back in her bathtub.  She smiled at him as he approached the door, “Come in”.  He was a little stunned, she WAS in her bathtub!  He could not believe it! He momentarily thought he must be dreaming. He felt himself growing hard. “Do as I ask, come sit on the edge of the tub here for me.”  He willingly obeyed. She put her hand out for the glass, and he offered it to her as he took in an eyeful of her breasts, buoyant in the bathtub water.  He noticed how full they were and how dark her nipples were.  The nipples themselves were erect and full.  He imagined them in his mouth.  Her legs were bent, and her knees were out of the water.  There were bubbles swirling around her body and he could only see what was exposed.  Was it possible for someone to have sexy knees he thought. She looked at him, smiled and offered her glass for a thank you toast.  Their glasses clinked and she smiled again before saying “I hope you don’t mind, I really needed to pamper myself and I just wasn’t ready to get out of the bath yet.  Besides, I thought you might be able to help me with a little something while you’re here?” He was still sitting on the edge of her bathtub, his cock getting harder by the minute, glass of wine in one hand, the other dying to touch her. “What do you need help with?” he replied a little nervously.  He secretly hoped she would invite him in…. she didn’t.

She stood up.

His jaw dropped.

His cock went instantly hard, he could feel the zipper on his pants.

She smiled down at him from the middle of her bathtub, water dripping down her luscious body, her curves were smooth and proportionate. His eyes took her all in. Her breasts were just as full as they first appeared.  He followed the line of her body over her hips and across her torso to her vulva. Her pussy was petite. He noticed the bubbles still lingering on her pussy. He saw her long legs. He looked back up at her.  He noticed the glass of wine still in her hand. “Would you like to help me?” she said before smiling wider and saying, “I need help shaving.” He could have sworn his jaw dropped into his lap. His eyes instantly flicked straight back to hers. He heard his words crack and stumble as they somehow fell from his mouth hastily “Of course!”

“Good” she replied.  He smiled and looked her over eagerly again, this time he noticed the line from her shoulder up her neck and to her ear lobe, it looked smooth, and he wanted to kiss her there.  “There are rules” she said to him.  “First, you may only touch me with the razor while shaving.  Your hands must not touch me at all.” She saw his smile get bigger as he nodded swiftly in agreement. “OK” he replied.  She leaned over him to reach the basin where she took hold of some shaving cream. As she handed it to him, she said “Second, if you DO touch, there will be consequences afterwards, for example if I DID decide to let you touch me, doing it before you have permission will blow any further chance – do you understand?” His head had not stopped nodding, but he finally verbalised himself. “OK, I understand” he said as he took the razor being handed to him next.

She leans over to the basin again where she has a wash cloth and moisturising cream.  She grabs the shaving cream from him and points to the chair near the edge of her bathtub.  As he sits in the chair, she slowly sinks back into her bathwater, her lovely legs bending to fit neatly inside, her breasts buoyant in the bath water again.  She lifts one leg up and places her foot on the edge of her bathtub. Her lower legs are exposed, and he can see some muscle definition in her calves.  He watches her as she spreads the shaving cream from her ankles up her legs to her knees.  After smothering her leg with the shaving cream, she leans forward and touches his hand “Remember the rules” she says as she leans back and flicks her hand for him to start to shave her leg.

 He carefully and gently begins to shave her leg. He starts on the outside of her leg. Dragging the razor ever so carefully along her calf to her knee. He shifts the razor slightly and moves closer to her shins.  As he works his way around her lower legs he must get up and stand over her body in the bath, his eyes able to take in all her luscious body that he was now craving to touch. His eyes meet hers and she smiles at him again.  “I can lift my leg so you don’t have to touch me” she says before smiling and pulling her leg into her chest so he could access the underside of her leg. He heard a slight groan escape his lips as her lifted leg exposed more of her pussy to him.  He could see her lips, plump and pink under the water and out of his reach.  His eyes stayed locked on her there for a moment.  He met her eyes again as he felt a slight blush rise in his cheeks.  When he finished her leg, she lifted the other one, shaking the shaving cream before applying it liberally to her second leg.  He started the process again, knowing that every time he stood up and over her in the bathtub, his hard cock, locked behind his zipper was in her eyesight.  This somehow gave him a little satisfaction despite the frustration he could feel building with this inability to touch her.  He sits back in the chair when he finishes and gives her a wide smile. He was expecting her to invite him in with her.  Instead, she shakes the shaving cream can again, this time standing up in front of him, her pussy right where he could kiss it if he could touch. He groans again.

She reapplies shaving cream to both her thighs, spreading her legs as she puts the cream on her inner thighs. He looks at her directly in the eye, giving her a big grin as he waits for her direction to return to shaving. His hard on was raging in his pants. He felt sure every time she stood up it got just that bit harder again. He started on her outside thigh carefully sliding the razor from her knee to her upper thigh.  He shifted the razor slightly and slid it up her leg again. His gaze met hers again before he spread her legs to work on her inner thighs. His mouth was so close he could touch her pussy with it, but every time his face did come close, she reminded him of her rules.  Not wanting to destroy this moment he did as she asked and only shaved her.  He did not touch her with anything other than the razor.  Her pussy glistening wet from the bathtub water, right in front of his face was frustrating and exciting.  He longed to touch her so much, he could feel the sexual tension building within him.  Her rules of not touching adding an element that excited him.  He was enjoying being instructed by her.

Once both thighs were completed, she handed him her glass and asked for a top up.  He put the razor down, a little disappointed that it appeared the task was over, but obediently went to the kitchen to top up their glasses. He hoped she might invite him to her bed next.  She didn’t. 

He returned to the bathroom with the glasses of wine.  She had changed position, instead of in the bathtub she was now on the chair he had been seated in moments before. Her legs were spread open, and her pussy was covered in shaving cream. Holy shit! He thought to himself, she’s going ask me to shave her there! She took her glass, tipped it in thanks and took a sip. Her eyes were framed by the glass as she looked at him intently, deciding if she would let him shave her pussy next.  She put her glass down.

She gave him a big grin. “I’d like to see you naked now” she said. “Take your clothes off and get in the tub”. He was stumbling with his jeans button.  She had liked the way his pants hugged his arse and showed off his muscular butt and upper legs.  He whipped his t-shirt off, returning to wrestling with his jeans.  She slowly devoured him with her eyes, his strong, young muscular chest and upper arms looking ripped and firm.  She knew he worked out; she had admired him from her kitchen window when he was on his verandah doing sit ups and other equally body sculpting exercises.  His hard work certainly paid off as she thought about what a divine body it was now standing in front of her.  His jeans finally around his ankles, he kicked them off with his feet and stood proudly in front of her. “Get in and sit down” she says.  She smiles as he obeys again. Good, she thinks to herself.  With a half smile she lifts a leg onto the edge of the bathtub this time.  She carefully spreads her legs wider still and starts to gently and carefully shave the lips of her pussy.  With her fingers she manoeuvres her lips to gently glide the razor across them.  She does this with each side as she works her way towards the top.  She spreads her lips open, and he sees her pink pussy open too.  He looks at her longingly.  “Touch yourself” she instructs.  He obeys, taking hold of his hard cock and pulling it vigorously.  He could feel the pent-up sexual tension building in his body.  He could feel his muscles becoming a little more tense as he became more worked up by the sweet pink sight of her pussy, open and ready in front of him.  Once each side of her pussy was shaved, she stood up and stepped back in to the bathtub with him. “No touching” she said.  He nodded while he stroked his cock in a rhythmic up and down motion, watching her rinse the shaving foam away revealing her glistening naked pussy.  If he was allowed to touch her, his lips would connect with her pussy first. 

Still standing in front of him, she leans forward, spreading the top of her lips to reveal her clit. Her free hand starts to play and push on her clit.  He watches, his own hand starts moving faster. She moves a little closer to him.  She lifts a leg back on to the edge of the bathtub, exposing herself more.  He wants to touch her desperately, but he will not as she told him not to touch.  He doesn’t want to blow it and does as he is told. Besides, he liked being told what to do. “Keep going” she says in encouragement, “Don’t stop, it’s turning me on watching you”.  He hears a low sounding groan escape from his lips.

“Would you like to touch?” she asks.  He nearly blew his load!  “Fuck yes!” he says. “Hmmm, not yet” she responds.

“Cum for me.  I want to see you finish yourself off” she instructs.  He starts pulling himself off harder and faster.  He feels like he is so close to cumming, so he picks up the pace more.  She steps out of the tub and sits down to watch him, “Don’t stop until I tell you to” she says.  She picks her glass back up, kicks back and puts her legs up as she takes a sip of wine and smiles at her new pet in her tub.  She can feel herself getting a little turned on, her pussy feeling moist.  She watches as he keeps tugging on his rock-hard cock for her, groaning and rocking a little in the process.  His pace ever increasing.  She can see that he is turned on by being watched by her. She watches him carefully; she watches his pace as she does not want him to cum yet.  Whenever his speed increased, and this was each he felt his climax starting to build, she would tell him to stop, and this would break all momentum. She played and toyed with him like this for about half an hour.  Making him build himself to climax, spreading her legs a little to egg him on, making him stop cold.  When she decided to take him to the next level, she shifted her chair so she was positioned closer to him in the tub.  Then, she whispered “No hands, no touching anything, including yourself”.  Next minute he felt her finger and thumb take hold of his shaft at the base before sliding up to the very tip, where they then slid back down his shaft.  She did this with an even pressure and in an even rhythm, building the pressure towards the tip of his cock. Her fingers running up and down his cock.  The touch of her fingers teasing the tip of his cock, her fingers slide around the rim of the tip of his cock causing him to jump a little at the intense sensation. She continues to repeat this motion, watching as the tension builds in his body, his back arching and precum dripping from the tip of his cock.  She would then abruptly stop, withdraw all touch and wait for him to go semi before starting to excruciatingly tease him again.  He was not sure how many times she subjected him to this process.  He thought every time that he was going to blow his load everywhere, but each time she expertly ceased at just the right moment.  He had never been involved with such intense edging by someone else.

Finally, she allows him to build to a full climax.  This time she instructs him touch himself again.  He starts tugging and pulling his cock until a hot stream of cum explodes from the tip, hitting his chest and falling into the bath water around him. He looks at her as he cums and she smiles at him. “Good work” she says to him as he rocks himself through his climax.  He smiles at her, cock still in hand.  “Empty the tub” she says before walking out of the room naked.

He obeys and gets out of the tub to follow her. “No” she says, “That is all today.  Come back tomorrow,” he stops, turns around and goes back in the bathroom to get dressed.  He is a little disappointed there will not be more, but he is hopeful with the comment about returning tomorrow.

He finds her in the kitchen.  She is still naked and holding her glass of wine.  He moves in to give her a kiss on the lips. “No touching” she repeats, “Not yet anyway, but soon maybe.  Come back tomorrow”.  She walks him to her front door and lets him out.  She smiles at him before closing the door. He watches her walk back towards her kitchen, her arse and hips swaying sweetly as she moved.