Ballerina Tryst on Tour: Act

Ryan watched her dance the ballet for what must have been the 50th time. He still could barely believe his eyes as she moved through space, impossibly lithe and sensual. No one should be able to move like that. It was profoundly breathtaking. Painfully so. Time and time again he’d watched as she stepped, turned, and swayed to the music, appearing far less human and more like a dream to him. A dream he’d never known he was longing for, but which would now be a part of him forever.

It was most stunning when she was lifted by her partner. She rose off the floor as if she weighed nothing. In fact, weight didn’t enter into it. It was more like she simply existed floating in space and her partner chose where her body was meant to be next. All it took was the slightest of efforts to change her physical relationship with the world. She melted down onto him, her entire body like a silk handkerchief. She enveloped him, the contours of her body perfectly matching his. For a moment the two dancers truly became one. There were no elbows or knees, no joints of any kind. It was as if she existed with no bone structure whatsoever and instead traveled through space of her own accord, defying the laws of the universe.

Ryan’s breath was high in his chest, his heart pounding as the music changed and the ballet continued. It became more lively and upbeat. The slow romance gave way to a peppy playfulness. But somehow Ryan only saw sex. His mind adjusted from the insistent, aching desire of the last section to the teasing fun of the next. The girl wagged a finger at her dance partner as she stepped from side to side. Somehow it was one of the sexiest moments of her performance. She knew her dance partner wanted her, and the knowing was plain on her face. She was in control, powerful in her sexuality. It was playful and sexy, and once again Ryan wished he could be onstage with her, one half of that pair, his own desire and sexual drive bouncing off of the beautiful dancer.

This was the reason Ryan could never take his eyes off her. During this long ballet he imagined and experienced the entire scope of sexuality embodied in this tiny dancer. There was longing, coyness, desire, heat, passion, knowing, teasing, control, loss of control, balance, and joy. It ranged from smoldering, sensual lovemaking to bouncing, playful sex. Ryan’s mind expanded one move, one moment into an entire evening of laughing, raucous sex, chasing the dancer around an apartment in her cotton underwear, both of them giggling as he caught her, threw her to the bed and ravaged her as they both smiled with joy and fulfillment.

The ballet culminated in a hungry, passionate kiss between the dancers. Their mouths bit and sucked, smashed together in completion of the act, the dancing over and the wanting fulfilled. As always, Ryan was reminded of the poster that hung outside the theater. In it the two dancers were face to face, noses touching. The girl’s partner had his hand clasped on the small of her tiny back, his other held her own hand to his chest. But the look on his face was nothing compared to the want in hers. Her hooded eyelids were those of a woman about to lose control. Her eyes looked downward at his mouth, knowing what was coming. Her lips were parted just a fraction of an inch. She was about to devour him. Ryan could see it. He could see it all. He could see the overwhelming sexual power that brewed inside her, and he had to taste it. He had to have her.

There was but one small issue that stood in the way. Well, two, if he was being honest. The dancer, Brittany, was in a longstanding relationship. And so was Ryan. He was married, in fact. A commitment that now haunted his every waking moment. For so many years he’d been content, confident that he’d made the right choice, that she was the last and only one for him. How unbelievably wrong he’d been…

Brittany, too, had been confident. Her boyfriend was her best friend, the man that understood her more than she understood herself. He was absolutely everything to her. And then she’d met Ryan…

A great amount of Ryan’s passion for Brittany was mutual. She could somehow see in him the best of both worlds: a wonderfully kind, passionate man who would do anything for her, and also someone who was absolutely carnal in the bedroom. A man who could match her move for move, desire for desire. She’d always figured she would end up with one or the other: the good guy, or the good fuck. But had she actually found that impossible mix of both? It seemed that way. At times he made her melt, liquidating her heart and body both. And even more often he made her incredibly hot, walking through her day completely aroused from a look he gave, or a text he sent.

They’d opened the door, at least a little. Desires had been confessed. Evenings over drinks had become long, indulgent sessions of confiding in one another. They grew closer. They delighted in keeping temptation right at their fingertips, never giving in but indulging to the fullest extent they could justify to themselves.

One of the greatest temptations came in the sheer nature of their shared profession. She was a dancer, and he worked on the production backstage. The ballet they both worked for was touring the country, and they stayed in the same hotels while traveling from city to city. Brittany was tight-lipped with her room number in every location. She knew she could only tempt fate so far. But on the rare occasion she let it slip out Ryan would know exactly where to find her…

In one city in the middle of the country she’d been doing well. She hadn’t tempted or teased him. Late one night after a performance they retired to their separate rooms, winding down and thinking obsessively of one another, as they so often did late at night. The text messages started, innocent at first. Then less so. And finally so brazen they could not be kept apart. Both were aching to be face to face. First making Ryan promise he wouldn’t touch her or allow them to get carried away, Brittany texted, “1204.”

Staring at his phone, Ryan’s heart stopped. He couldn’t believe the step she’d just taken. He’d fantasized about this moment for months, but had finally given up hope of it ever happening. In a flash he brushed his teeth, ruffled his hair, and looked shakily into the mirror, hoping for the best when Brittany opened the door to him. The journey down the hall and to the elevator seemed arduous. His heart had restarted and thundered away in his chest. Every footfall seemed to echo absurdly down the hallway. His mouth was dry as the elevator arrived and brought him six floors skyward to his ultimate desire. Another long journey down a hallway, and he was standing there staring at a little placard that read “1204.” Would she do it? Would she actually open the door to him? Or would she leave him stranded in the hallway, his mind and body reeling with rejection? He knocked.

Even the slight, silent rustle he could hear through the door as she approached made his heart skip. Behind that door she was coming closer, closer. And then the door was open. Ryan slid inside, holding his breath, and as the door clicked shut he stood before her. In the tiny vestibule Brittany stepped away from him, her back up against the door he’d just come through. She stood there, a vision, in a light pink t-shirt with Princess Leia emblazoned on her chest, and similarly light pink striped shorts billowing around her tiny legs. Her chest was gently heaving up and down, a tick he’d noticed over their months together that seemed to happen when she was feeling particularly confused, vulnerable, or aroused. He loved to see that chest heave. It was his way of knowing he was inside her. He was affecting her in such a way that her physiognomy was changed. And here, in her hotel room, she was affected greatly.

Ryan took in every detail of her image: her thick, clean hair, her showered face, no makeup, slight imperfections on display. “Beautiful,” he thought. “Unbelievably so.” Her small neck, the subject of so many fantasies where he kissed her there, bit her there, licked her there… it disappeared into the collar of her adorable t-shirt, which hung on her frame as if it were a painted scene of perfection. As she had been ready for bed, she wore no bra. Ryan could not wrench his mind from this fact. It may have been a purposeful choice on her part, or she may not have given it a moment’s thought, but when Ryan saw two tiny, little nipples piercing the fabric of her t-shirt he immediately started to grow hard in his shorts. Her breasts were not big. She had a perfect ballet body after all. But those two small mounds had become an obsession of his. In every outfit she wore, every leotard, every dress, every shirt, every blouse, he imagined what was beneath. What was hidden away under that thin fabric she wore? And when she wore a bra, it absolutely melted his affection for her. Catching a glimpse of a small, powder-blue bra keeping those petite breasts covered… it was like a gift from heaven.

Just once during a subdued rehearsal Ryan had been seated next to Brittany at a table as they read through the script. Her blouse buttoned up the front, and as Brittany moved and shifted Ryan could catch the briefest glimpses of the soft, blue fabric under her shirt. The straps over her shoulders, the cups gently cradling her flesh… It was about then that he started consciously using the word “Obsession” in conjunction with his thoughts about Brittany. He could not take his eyes or his mind off of them. He wanted to see them, to nuzzle them, caress them, pinch and flick and bite them hard. He wanted free rein over those breasts to do with as he pleased, and to use that freedom to please her.

It was during that same rehearsal that Ryan became attuned to the fact that Brittany awoke in him countless unexpected desires. The sheer depth of his lust for her heightened every physical desire he had. While sitting next to him at the table Brittany wore small, black flats on her feet. Simple little slip-ons that were no doubt comfortable and functional. But as Ryan became lost in his passionate desires for her he found himself drawn to those flats, and the tiny feet inside them. He’d never had a thing for feet. Never. Not that they particularly disgusted him either. But in that moment he fell in love with those feet. Brittany’s feet. He could see the underside of her arch, the instep of her right foot that was tucked under her body. In his longing Ryan found himself wanting to discover and explore that foot. He wanted to draw his nose along it, kiss it ever so gently, massage it in his hands, kiss and suck her toes if she wanted him to. It had less to do with the fact that it was a foot and more to do with the fact that it was her foot. It was Brittany. Every inch of her body had become a mysterious oasis of desire for him. Days later he would admire those same feet in a pair of ridiculously high heels as they attended a press event together. Watching her step and stride, knowing what those feet were capable of in pointe shoes, Ryan just allowed himself to wallow in his want for her. For everything about her.

Odd, he knew, to have these thoughts and feelings. But that’s what she did to him. She created in him a lust and desire for things that had never been a part of him before. Did he have a foot fetish? Absolutely not. But, given the opportunity, would he do everything and anything to Brittany’s beautiful feet? Absolutely. So total was his crushing desire for her.

But these thoughts were buried under so many more as Brittany stood before him in her hotel room. Ryan finished his visual taking of her, his eyes roaming down past her flat stomach to the waistband of her cotton shorts, and those tiny, muscular legs. Those shorts… he thought (certainly not for the last time) about how easy it would be to kneel before her and whisk those shorts straight down her legs, leaving her either bottomless, or standing in front of him in whatever panties she was wearing. He seriously contemplated it for the flash of a moment, wondering what she would do if he attacked her that way. Would she yell and bat him away, casting him back into the hallway? Or would she simply sigh and allow him to bury his face in her panty-covered crotch, biting and licking his way to her center? He didn’t want to find out. Didn’t want to risk it. The sheer velocity of her presence was enough. He would take that and feed on it instead.

“Hi,” she said nervously.

“Hi,” he replied wantonly. “Are you all right?”

“Of course,” she said as she headed for her bed. It was an obvious lie, but he let her have it. Ryan could tell she was off balance and uncertain of having him in her room. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Anything. Everything.” Ryan replied. He was beyond games and subtext. He wanted her to see him, to know the truth of his desires and for her to return them.

“Ok,” she said with an uneasy roll of her eyes, “Then let’s talk about everything.”

He joined her on the bed, sitting next to her, coming close, but affording her enough room to escape should she need to. He reached out and caressed her face. She wordlessly nuzzled into the center of his hand, the physical sensation breaking something inside her. For a long moment this small, beautiful act persisted, their only contact from hand to cheek. She nuzzled deeper into his palm and he thumbed at her mouth, brushing the pad of his finger against her lips. Her soft, lower lip was so full and flush. He pulled at it gently, opening her up just the slightest bit. A tiny moan escaped her and she bit at his thumb gently, her tongue finding the tip of his finger. He smiled as he watched her lips envelope his thumb up to the first knuckle. She sucked gently while his other fingers still trailed at the side of her face. Ryan’s heart pounded and his breathing was deep. His eyes were half closed in pleasure when Brittany looked up at him, her mouth still on him. For a quick moment her cute, innocent sucking became insistent and desperate. She took his entire thumb into her mouth, biting down hard on the joint where the finger met his hand.

Then she released him. “I’m sorry,” she said with a sigh. “I almost got carried away there.

“It’s all right,” said Ryan, catching his breath, “I wasn’t going to let you.”

Brittany rolled her eyes, “Right.” She shifted slightly away from him, getting under the covers and sitting up against the headboard of the bed. Ryan marveled at how she could so seamlessly transition from insatiable hunger to brazen control with such speed. But he smiled and sat cross-legged on the bed, facing her. “So you want to talk about anything?” she asked with a coy smile. All right, she may be in control, but she’s still playful, Ryan realized.

“Well, if it were up to me I would talk for hours about the things I want to do to you, the ways I want to touch you, the number of times I would make you scream in ecstasy.”

Brittany’s face grew slightly hard in a way that Ryan couldn’t place as serious desire, or controlled anger. She gave him a deep look, her cat’s eyes boring into him. An increasingly familiar sense of unease washed over Ryan. Had he upset the balance that quickly? But no, Brittany was still on the same page. She was just gritting her teeth harder than him, making sure she didn’t lose control and jump on top of him right then and there.

“It’s so hard, isn’t it?” She asked quietly.

“It is, Brittany,” he replied. “It’s just incredibly painful knowing exactly what it would be if we chose to do it. It would be so easy, and so incredibly fulfilling. My life has been full of sex, and yet I feel you offer me countless experiences that no one else could.”

“It would be so easy,” she quietly echoed. A silence separated them as they imperceptibly nodded their heads in agreement, both expending actual physical effort to keep themselves apart. “Well, let’s talk about it,” she said seriously. “Tell me what you like.”

“Oh Jesus,” Ryan responded, shaking his head. “You want to get into this?”

“It seems inevitable at this point, doesn’t it?”

“I guess so,” he conceded, excited but scared at the direction things were going. “Well, I’ve always been an ass man,” he confessed. “I love holding an ass, squeezing it, spanking it, controlling it, nuzzling it. I love to fuck a girl from behind because of the way it feels, a girl’s ass cheeks squeezing me deeper inside her pussy. And probably my favorite position to finish in would be reverse cowgirl. I enjoy just lying back while a girl is on me, watching her ass bounce as she fucks down onto me.”

Brittany nodded in silence. Another monumental step had just been taken… they’d never been this boldly explicit in person before. So many of those words simply had not been spoken aloud. But she was in the thick of it now. She didn’t want to stop. Without thinking she replied, “I’m really loud. Probably too loud.” She smiled to see him nodding seriously and chose to continue. “I like it hard and rough. I mean, within limits.”

“Of course,” Ryan replied. “I think I know exactly what you mean. That’s nice to know. Easy to imagine what you mean.”

“Oh yeah?” asked Brittany, smirking.

“Yeah,” said Ryan, a serious look on his face. “I can imagine it right now, ripping these sheets down off your legs, then tearing your shorts off, pulling your panties to the side and either thrusting two fingers deep inside you, or just going for broke and entering you completely, pounding you up against that headboard and making you scream. I’m sure you’re wet enough right now that whatever I decided to put inside you would just slide in unhindered.” Brittany’s chest began its heavy up and down cycle. She looked wordless and scared, but Ryan pressed on. “I can imagine grabbing onto that headboard for leverage, your legs thrown up and over your head, your ass up in the air as I drilled my dick down over and over again into your pussy.”

“Ok, stop, Ryan, stop!” The words exploded out of Brittany’s mouth. Ryan looked down and realized he’d leaned into the girl. His hands were on her thighs, though they were still covered by the blanket. “Ryan, it’s too much. I want it too much. I think you have to go.”

“Brittany—”

“No, really, Ryan. I’m really about to break. I don’t think I can keep my hands off you any longer. The things you say and imagine… I want all of that. I want… fuck it, I want you to do that to me. I want you to fuck me hard and fast and make me scream. But you know we can’t. You know that.”

“I know,” said Ryan, the intensity in his eyes undiminished. “I know we can’t. I know that.” It was as if saying it over and over again would make it true. “But look at us Brittany. I’ve never wanted something like this. Look at yourself! What are you even going through right now?”

Brittany looked down. Here hands were balled up in the comforter, white knuckling the material. Her legs were taut and slightly spread, the muscles in her thighs buckled against Ryan’s hands. But they pulsed upward gently and insistently. Her body was so hungry for him. She wanted contact of any kind: friction, pressure, something. She brought her legs together tightly, squeezing them inward. A whimper escaped her mouth as the V between her legs contracted and a hint of pleasure flooded through her body. She collapsed forward slightly, her body wracked with waves of differing emotions. Ryan sensed her dilemma and pressed onward. His hands worked their way higher up Brittany’s thighs. She gasped, her legs still clamped tightly closed. But it was futile. In her efforts to block Ryan’s hands from reaching their destination she was only arousing herself further. Her entire crotch was alight with the heat of her passion, her lips swollen, her clit throbbing for attention. When she clamped down, another wave of pleasure flowed through her body. She looked up at him, like a deer in headlights. He was even closer now.

Ryan’s hands were practically at her waist, his thumbs pressing into that tender area between her belly and her pubic region. Brittany’s mouth was open, her breath ragged as she allowed him to continue controlling her. He made a swift move and swung a leg over both of hers, mounting her by kneeling over her body. They were face to face. Brittany cried out quietly as Ryan’s forehead connected with her own. He leaned in and now their noses aligned side by side, pressed together firmly but gently. She melted into his face as that tiny spot between her nose and upper lip connected with the same spot on his face. She was expectant, anticipating what came next. But Ryan had stopped. They remained this way for an extended moment, quivering, both their mouths open, heaving great, raspy breaths into each other. It was hot and sweaty, and loud. Both felt as if their own heartbeats were audible drums filling the room with their pulsing.

“Ryan—”

But before she could even finish his name his mouth was on her. Her mind was screaming, but her mouth wasn’t listening. She devoured him, sucking his tongue deep into her throat as far as it would go. She loved the texture of it, the taste of it, the immediacy and intimacy of his kiss. Brittany had experienced intense kisses before, but this was different. This was sex distilled down to a kiss. She breathed deep as he continued his attack. Their lips met and parted again and again. At times her tongue painted his lips, forgoing not a single corner of his mouth. She bit and she felt him growl into her mouth. It was animalistic, and it scared her.

She put the flats of her hands onto his chest and pushed. She had to push hard, he was so ravenous. Finally she was able to part their bodies, their lips separating last. Great heaving breaths overtook them both. It was as if they’d just sprinted a mile together. They breathed hotly into each other’s face as their foreheads reconnected and they rested against one another. Ryan couldn’t tell if it was tears or sweat that streaked Brittany’s face. He didn’t care. He brought a hand to her cheek and brushed it away. He held her face in his hands and looked deeply into her. Brittany was mesmerized. She felt like she was falling. Falling further and further into the depths his cavernous eyes, and further and further into her lust for him. She began to object once more, but he surprised her.

“See, Brittany. I know when to stop. I know what lines cannot be crossed.” The girl beneath him couldn’t stifle her incredulous laugh. “What?” He asked seriously.

“Are you kidding me?” She asked, calmly but firmly. “I just had to pry you off of me. I was the one who stopped us. There’s no telling what would have happened if I hadn’t pushed you away!”

“Yes, but I let you.” Ryan answered. “I wasn’t going to take things any further than I know we can. I know the guilt that lives deep down inside us. In you especially. I would not let passion and lust override logic and reason and destroy us both. I don’t just want you physically. I am wholeheartedly in love with you. I want what’s best for you. And right now I think what’s best for you is to take a piece of what I am offering. Indulge. Take a piece of what makes you happy, and in the future you will look back without regret. It’s better to have lived, Brittany.”

Her first instinct was to scoff at him. What a speech. Its only goal was trying to convince her to sleep with him… but then she looked in his eyes again. It was really all there, the lust, the love, his simultaneous desire to make her happy and protect her from pain… She felt enveloped by him. The depth of his passion cocooned around her like a comforting wave. And all at once she was a puddle.

Ryan remained on top of her, straddling her midsection. His hands still gently held her face, stroking her cheeks and absentmindedly caressing her ears. Through the silence Brittany gave in. Slowly, so slowly, she melted up into him. Her lips found his and they shared the most tender kiss either had ever experienced. Brittany’s lips were soft and pillowy, dragging against Ryan’s and allowing him to explore her mouth in whatever way he wanted. Ryan’s sexual hunger was overshadowed by his undying affection for the girl beneath him and he discovered her mouth softly and slowly. He felt like a surgeon performing an operation on his best friend. The care he took, the deliberate slowness with which he touched her, it radiated love and joy and understanding.

And it was warm. Instead of the fiery, sweaty heat of their earlier passion, this touch was full of the glowing embers of trust and comfort. Their cheeks met and pressed to one another and it had the effect of a warm blanket on an especially cool Fall evening. It was delicious. Ryan allowed his hands to roam from her face down her body. Gently he caressed her neck, found her collarbone and her shoulders. He continued to kiss her deeply as both his hands slid down the outsides of her torso, one wrapping to the small of her back, the other thumbing up the bottom of her pink t-shirt to find the smooth, delicate skin of her stomach.

And with that contact the engines began to rev again. Brittany’s stomach reeled at his touch. She felt his fingers at the small of her back, inching down under the elastic of her shorts. She knew he would find the band of her underwear… would he venture beneath it? Her tummy flinched slightly at the feeling of his thumb at her front. It was so good to have his hands beneath her clothes. She allowed him to find her center, his thumb grazing her belly button and the soft, slight peach fuzz surrounding it. She had no idea how intoxicating he found this. Brittany allowed him to explore her further. She continued to drink in his lips and his tongue while his hands traveled up and gripped her rib cage. The tiny box of her torso was so immaculate, Ryan treasured the ridgeline of every bone as his hands disappeared further and further under her shirt.

Ryan left her mouth and nuzzled his way across her cheek, forcing Brittany’s head to the side where she let it loll in pleasure, her eyes rolled back. He bit down her neckline to the top of her t-shirt where his mouth and nose dug into the base of her throat. Brittany’s breathing was heavy, and Ryan realized her body had slid down considerably, still propped on pillows, but much closer to lying down than sitting up. While maintaining her rib cage in his protective grip he let his face travel further down, kissing the base of her throat, then letting his nose find her sternum. Brittany’s hands jump to Ryan’s head and she found her fingers digging through his short brown hair just in time to clutch at it with a gasp.

Ryan’s nose had found her nipple through her t-shirt. It stood erect through the thin, pink material and Ryan coaxed it to become harder and harder as he gently nuzzled it. He wanted so desperately to close his mouth over it, to bite it and please it, but he resisted. Instead he allowed his hot breath to wash over it, through the t-shirt, titillating Brittany even more. Ryan’s lips formed a kiss over the little nub, still resisting the desire to suck and bite through the clothing. Suddenly Brittany was jolted with another shock of pleasure as she felt Ryan’s right thumb on her left nipple under her t-shirt. She’d been so focused on his mouth playing with her right side, she hadn’t even noticed his hand finding its way up on her left.

If feeling his lips on her body through the t-shirt was thrilling, feeling the skin of his fingers actually stimulating her nipple flesh-to-flesh was positively mind blowing. She arched her back, possessed, and drove as much of her body up into him as possible. Sensing her reaction under him Ryan finally gave in and let his tongue drag against her t-shirt, wetting the material and pleasing the nipple beneath it. Simultaneously his entire right hand covered her left breast, his thumb and forefinger meeting around her areola and squeezing it tight. Brittany had never felt her nipples so unbelievably hard and erect. She wanted more… she wanted his teeth on her, his tongue on her, unhindered by any article of clothing. She sensed the hem of her t-shirt rising, felt the air of the room on her stomach as her belly was exposed. In a moment Ryan would have the shirt either bunched under her chin, or whipped over her head entirely.

She stopped him.

Grabbing his face and pulling him eye to eye she said firmly, “Ryan.”

“I know,” he replied evenly, completely in control despite being rebuffed. He kissed her mouth again, allowing his hand to slide out from under her shirt after giving her nipple one last electric twist. The fire had returned and Ryan plunged his tongue into Brittany’s mouth, knowing that almost any kiss could possibly be the last he would ever share with this beautiful woman. Reaching down he opened her legs slightly. Just enough room so he could wedge one of his knees between them. He remained on top of her, but now instead of straddling her, their legs were staggered, one of his knees on the bed between hers, one of her legs lying between his.

Brittany felt Ryan’s skin everywhere. His hand was at her brow, caressing it as a lover. His lips were locked on hers, she could now feel his chest pressing down onto her own, and with a gulp she felt the pressure of his knee between her legs. It hit her just how many fucking ways this man could find to please her as a flood of heat rushed into her nether regions. With his mouth and his hands still busy, Ryan began a steadily increasing pressure of his knee up into the V between Brittany’s legs. He could feel the heat radiating from her sex. And he could sense all of her. His skin felt hyperaware, and even through clothing he could feel everything: the layer of her shorts, thin and cotton, wrinkled now from their activity. Then the taut, tight band of the crotch of her panties. He hadn’t seen them. He didn’t know what color they were, or what material. But he could feel them encasing her cunt, holding it back from his skin. And finally, he could sense her pussy. He could feel her bulging lips, the slit at her center, aching to be spread, and the steaming heat pouring out from her opening.

Brittany was losing the battle and she found herself starting to hump his leg. Her juices were flowing from her open lips, and Ryan was right, they ached to be opened, split, penetrated by something thick and hard. Brittany wanted something inside her so badly: fingers, a tongue, a toy… but she had to settle for the itching pressure she could find against Ryan’s leg. In retaliation she raised her own leg, forcing her thigh up into the undercarriage of Ryan’s crotch above her. Almost immediately she regretted it. She could feel him. All of him. He was so hard, seemingly about to explode. She allowed him to hump down into her, and she could feel his entire length against her thigh. She was completely torn between the undeniable pleasure she felt in her pussy and clit and the erotic discovery of Ryan’s erect dick pressed against her. She couldn’t decide where to focus. Each was just as good as the other. Flashes of dirty thoughts blazed through her mind: seeing Ryan’s cock, wrapping her hand around it, wrapping her lips around it, sucking the head into her mouth, stroking him to completion… having it inside her.

It was too much.

“Ryan,” she said as she escaped from beneath him, “you have to go. I have to get off right now.” He looked at her from across the bed, breathing deep and analyzing her. “I’m serious,” she said. “I need you to leave so I can use my vibrator for about the next hour.” He couldn’t tell if she was for real. Was this her way of teasing him? Sending him off with an erotic image in his mind so she could feel like she’d won in some way? “I’m not kidding. I can’t let you touch me anymore, but I need to cum really badly.”

“It’s a shame,” was Ryan’s only response.

“I know,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “But it is what it is. I’m really wet and really horny. And I’m probably going to end up with hip problems tomorrow from playing with myself for so long.”

“Hip problems?” Ryan asked, confused.

“Yes, when I use my vibrator I usually end up like this for an hour or two.” She flopped her legs open into a diamond shape, illustrating how she was used to getting herself off. “I spend so long doing it that it fucks up my hips, makes them hurt the next day.”

Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off her crotch. By demonstrating the position she had opened herself up, the shorts still billowing slightly at the top of her legs. And through one leg opening Ryan could see her panties. Not fully exposed, but a flash of red, and the elastic leg band. He wasted no time. “Do it,” he said.

“What?” Brittany was uncomprehending.

“Do it. Get yourself off. Use your vibrator. Make yourself cum. Feel that release.”

“I’m going to!” she shouted. “So get out!”

“No,” he said firmly. “Do it now.”

She could see the bold seriousness in his eyes, but she was still incredulous. She was lying on her bed, her legs still splayed open, and he was kneeling on the far corner of the mattress, his hands braced on his thighs. She could still see the obvious bulge of his erection through his shorts. It pointed straight upward. “No!” she exclaimed. “I’m obviously not doing that for you! You said you knew what lines we couldn’t cross!”

“Do it, Brittany. I’m not going to touch you, or see you.” He began absentmindedly stroking his cock through his shorts while he spoke, alternating between rubbing and squeezing. “I’m going to be a part of one of your orgasms,” he said, “even if it means just sitting over here.” He got off the bed and took two steps to an armchair in the corner of the room that faced the bed. He sat down and laid his arms on the armrests. Brittany had never seen him look so commanding or demanding.

“Ryan—”

“Brittany, I’m not leaving. Get out your vibrator, get under the covers, and get off. I’m going to watch you.”

She was speechless. She didn’t know what to do. This was insane! But fuck, she also had to admit the idea was exciting. A thousand thoughts flew through her head. What had they done already? They had felt each other, he’d had his hands under her shirt, she knew what the entire length of his dick felt like, his tongue had been so far down her throat it was like he owned her… Would this be any worse? Especially if he kept his word and didn’t touch her. She could stay out of sight, under the covers…

Her focus returned to the room and she saw his hand in his lap again, stroking himself. And that did it. Seeing this man she believed and trusted and wanted so badly just sitting there and pleasing himself while she watched… yes, this would be intense. And it would give her just the kind of overwhelming orgasm she needed right now.

With an almost frightened look on her face Brittany finally closed her legs and drew them up beneath her. She flicked the switch on the light next to her bed, plunging the room into semi-darkness.

“No,” his voice said boldly. “I don’t think so.” Rather than argue Brittany slowly reached back up and flicked the light back on. She felt odd and vulnerable to be controlled like this from across the room. But when she looked at Ryan the ever-present trust and compassion she felt was still there. And the heat. Jesus Christ, the heat. She needed something against her clit now.

She got off the bed and Ryan watched as she crossed the room to one of her suitcases. She leaned down to rifle through them, and Ryan was treated to a spectacular view of her ass. Her pink shorts were askew and had ridden up so high. From behind Brittany was all muscular thighs and creamy skin. The shorts were tight enough that Ryan could see the entire outline of her full-backed panties. They shaped her ass so nicely. It was so small and firm… Ryan was already having trouble staying in his chair.

Brittany knew exactly what she was doing. She obviously didn’t keep her sex toy in the nightstand beside the bed, but it’s not like it was buried deep in her luggage either. She lingered at the suitcase, bending over for far longer than necessary, but finally retrieved what she was after. She hid it in her hands, behind her forearm, so that he couldn’t see it. She hustled into the bed, sitting up and arranging the covers over her legs and waist so that only her top half was visible.

“Really?” Ryan asked quietly.

“What?” Brittany asked coyly, ready to play the game now that she’d decided to go through with this. “You said you weren’t going to see anything. I’m making sure that’s true.” Ryan’s only response was an arched eyebrow. “Oh, I guess you thought you’d at least be seeing my toy…” she bunched the covers at her waist, creating a pocket behind which she could hide things from him. “Well…” she said deliberately, “This has been my best friend since we’ve been on tour.” She lifted her hands from behind the comforter and displayed her source of pleasure to him. It was hot pink, several inches long, surprisingly thick, and had a bit of a wave at the end, which Ryan knew was designed for g-spot stimulation. Brittany smirked when she saw Ryan’s eyes locked on it, feeling power in the knowledge that she was brazenly showing him something that she’d been so intimate with so many times in the past. This thing had been inside her… and now she was displaying it for him.

Though the speed of his stroking didn’t change, Brittany sensed Ryan was pressing more firmly against his dick. She liked what she saw, liked that despite the fact that she was doing what he told her to do she still had some form of control over the situation as well. The balance of power flowed so evenly back and forth. It turned her on to no end. “Well, here we go,” she said nonchalantly.

And with that, she lifted the covers higher up over her waist, and her hands disappeared beneath it. Brittany stared seriously at Ryan from across the room. Her hands maneuvered beneath the sheets and Ryan could only imagine what was happening. He continued to lightly stroke himself out in the open while he imagined what she was doing under the covers. He thought of her tiny fingers pulling the elastic of her shorts and her underwear away from her stomach, her hand sliding down inside the tight fabric, and that pink toy slipping between her lips…

“Oh fuck,” Brittany whispered at him, “I’m so fucking wet…” Ryan couldn’t tell if she was genuinely shocked or if she was exaggerating for his sake. He didn’t care. “Ahh, oh fuck.” She said again. “I’m so slippery. I may not even need my toy for this. I could probably just use my—” but she was cut off as she gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head. She had found her clit. Inside her drenched underwear and between her slippery lips the tip of Brittany’s finger had grazed her little button and it sent a shockwave of pleasure down to her toes. Usually she’d start slowly and gently, but thanks to the torturous foreplay she’d engaged in with Ryan she couldn’t control herself now. She used four fingers of her right hand to create a hard, flat surface and she began rubbing a firm, slow circle over and around her clit. She was so wet that everything slid nice and smoothly, pleasure radiating outward in every direction.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she continued. “God I need this…” She let the circles change into a deliberate back and forth massaging at the top of her slit. The tips of her fingers delved into the folds of her labia and each time one came in contact with her clit she smiled in triumph, able to surprise herself with pleasure over and over again. Eventually she opened her eyes and her consciousness returned to the hotel room. Ryan was vigilant as ever, sitting back in his chair, his eyes locked on Brittany’s moving sheets with a laser focus. Brittany smiled. It felt undeniably good to please this man. And she really knew she was pleasing him.

Suddenly a gentle hum filled the room, and Ryan’s eyes went wide. Then he bit his lip, and his brow furrowed with longing. The vibrator…

Brittany huffed her breath in and out and her smirk deepened when she saw his reaction. She’d clicked the vibrator on and was ready for the overpowering pleasure it always gave her. She slowly and deliberately lowered the plastic toy to her vagina, the vibrations running first up her fingers and arm, but then through her pubis and to all places intimate. She squeezed her eyes shut so tightly when it finally made contact. It was almost too much. A moan that was more of a cry escaped her mouth, and she saw that Ryan’s hands were white-knuckling the arms of the chair he sat in.

“Oh, Ryan. It feels so fucking good.” She couldn’t help but speak to him. She was getting lost in the situation. How had she even hesitated at first? This was so good… to be getting off, feeling all this pleasure, all while in the presence of this man that had fueled so much of her sexuality for the past six months. And to be fulfilling some part of his sexual need without even touching him, or allowing him to see her… this was incredible. She could see him rocking back and forth in the chair across the room. There must be some pain mixed with the pleasure for him, she thought. So much holding back… “Ryan, you can touch yourself. I want you to feel good too. I feel so incredible right now.” She slid the vibrator deeper into the crevice between her legs and cried out again. The wavy bump on the end of her toy was heavenly as it passed over her clit. Because she still had her shorts and her panties on, it was held against her vagina tightly, a change from her usual routine. She lost herself for a moment in the overwhelming sensations, throwing her head back and forth and spreading her legs farther apart for better access. She grunted and moaned getting closer and closer, achieving a first mini orgasm from everything she was doing to herself.

When she opened her eyes again she was relieved to see Ryan still remained in his chair. But he was different now. The look on his face… it wasn’t anger, but it was a furious desire. His right hand held his erect cock tightly, the shape of it clear even through his shorts. His grip on it almost appeared too tight to be pleasurable, in Brittany’s opinion, and he jerked it up and down hard and deliberately. For the first time Brittany actually imagined him finishing, cumming long and hard, all as a result of her teasing and her sexual energy. She imagined it so many different ways, but ultimately pictured his hot, white cum shooting from the tip of what must be a beautiful, throbbing dick. She pictured the exquisite release on his face when he came, the sounds he would make. It sent her deeper and deeper into herself.

She looked down and realized that her thrashing movements had disturbed her covers. They still covered her legs, but only to just above her knees. She could look down and see her entire midsection exposed. From her angle she could look straight down and see her left hand holding the waistband of her shorts and panties open while her right hand gently slid the vibrator up and down over her clit. She immediately wondered what Ryan could see, and she immediately wanted him to see more. She made eye contact with him. That pained-but-pleased look remained in his dark brown eyes. His face looked hard. Maintaining the eye lock between them, Brittany allowed her feet to kick the covers down further. She kicked and shimmied, and finally the comforter was at the foot of the bed. She was out in the open.

Ryan moaned from his chair and his jerking motion intensified. Unsure of what she was exposing to him, Brittany pulled both her hands out from inside her panties. She looked down, hesitant about how to proceed. Her hips were open, knees slightly bent and cocked out to the side. She was sure he could glimpse her panties…

And he could. Red. She’d chosen red that evening, not black. In his chair Ryan leaned forward, but his ass never left his seat. He craned his head forward, wanting to be as close to the sight as possible. He could finally see her now, her most private of areas. He’d seen her in tight clothing, watched her in leotards that molded to her body, but this… each leg opening of her shorts gaped wide, affording him a gaze at either side of her pantied crotch. And it was red. A deep, dark red that grew deeper and darker at the center. Her wetness, of course. She was dripping from her hole, soaking through the gusset of her panties. God, it was a delicious thought, and an even more inviting sight. He could only see the edges of each side, the crotch of her shorts still obscuring most of what he desired. But the effect this view was having on him was immediate and extreme.

Ryan let his gaze break, and he looked up at Brittany’s face. Her hooded eyes were somehow both sleepy and alive at the same time. He’d never known this look in her eyes. It was akin to what he saw on that show poster, but this was so much more real, so immediate. She bit a small portion of her lip into her mouth. Ryan’s eyes drifted to Brittany’s hands. In her right she clutched the pink vibrator, which was glazed with her fluids from bottom to top. Similarly the fingers of Brittany’s left hand were coated in her wetness. Jesus, thought Ryan, she really is sopping. He let his eyes fall back to the spot between her legs, doing everything in his power to remain seated.

But Brittany was in a mood to tempt fate. In a smooth motion she reached down with her left hand and pulled the crotch of her shorts completely to the side. She left her panties covering everything, but she felt like she was baring herself completely to the man in the chair. She exposed the wide, wet spot at the center of her panties, and her entire crotch with it. Ryan could easily see the bulge of her labia, so hot and engorged with her excitement. But most vividly of all he could see the line of her entrance, clearly on display through the damp fabric. The red panties clung to her lips and her entire slit was outlined for him to see. God, how he wanted to dive into that opening with his face, fingers, and cock.

Brittany capitalized on his hunger and brought the vibrator to bear on the outside of her panties. Still holding her shorts aside with one hand, her other allowed the buzzing toy to come back to her pussy, vibrating anywhere and everywhere. It felt so heavenly. She’d never really bothered to leave her panties on while she masturbated, so each tickle and pinch of the fabric at her vulva was new and exciting. And she’d certainly never put on a show like this for anyone before. She was fulfilled by the fact that it was equal parts for him and for her. She knew she was exciting him beyond belief, but she was also legitimately getting herself off, something she needed to accomplish desperately.

The toy in Brittany’s hand slid up and down. At times she would align it completely with her opening, allowing the full length of it to buzz her entire region. Then she would bring the tip up to her clit and mash it gently down in circles, driving herself wild. All these motions pushed and pulled the red fabric of her panties left and right and deeper into her tight little cleft. The outline became clearer and clearer, her pussy more exposed with every twitch and wiggle of the toy. Ryan could now see the puffy outer edges of Brittany’s labia protruding from the sides of her panties. They were pink and swollen and he imagined how soft that skin must be.

He sat back. He knew he couldn’t get any closer to Brittany without it being against whatever rules they were adhering to, so he decided he was at least going to enjoy this moment and cum as hard as he could. But instead of just stroking himself on the outside of his clothing anymore he quickly unbuttoned his shorts and opened them wide. Brittany’s eyes grew big with alarm at the sight of Ryan seeming to remove his clothing. She didn’t say anything to stop him, but she began shaking her head vigorously as she continued to buzz her clit. Ryan saw her concern and quickly put her at ease.

“Brittany, you’re safe.” His voice was quiet but intense. “I’m not going to hurt you…”

And with that Ryan pulled the elastic of his own underwear away from his waist and let his right hand slide down inside. From the bed Brittany moaned. But it wasn’t a moan of pleasure, rather it was an aching moan of longing and desire. How quickly the tables had been turned. She watched as Ryan began jerking his cock up and down, skin to skin. She couldn’t help but fantasize about what his penis would feel like in her hand… the girth of it, the length of it, how she would feel the bulge of the head at the top… fuck, what she wouldn’t do to have that inside of her! She pressed the vibrator down harder on her mound while Ryan continued to stroke. It was infuriating to Brittany, as his hand moved up and down over and over again she could just barely make out a flash of skin here or there, but she could never quite get a look at his package. He continued to hold the waistband of his boxer briefs out in front of him so that his working hand had room to maneuver. Soon a dark spot or two appeared on the front of his underwear and she realized he must be leaking precum heavily to create such a mess.

Well, she wasn’t going to let him have all the skin-on-skin fun. Leaving her legs spread wide and her shorts pulled askew, Brittany returned the vibrator to a position beneath her panties. She slid it down through the waistband and to the top of her vagina once more. Ryan watched closely as this happened, seeing the outline of the vibrator tunnel its way from her waist down to her slit. The damp red material now hugged the vibrator closely, a stark, smooth contrast to the bunched areas further below. Ryan tightened his hand and increased his pace. He knew he was clearly watching Brittany’s toy as it made direct contact with all the places he longed to touch. It was making him lightheaded and harder than ever. And just when he thought the image before him could get no more erotic, Brittany went and topped it all. With her free left hand Brittany snuck two fingers underneath her panties. Not from the top, where the vibrator was doing its work, but from the side, the left leg opening, aiming straight for her open lips.

So much of Brittany’s underwear was pulled away from her body now, she had no idea how much of her skin was exposed to Ryan’s eyes. But she didn’t care. She was getting so close and she wanted her orgasm to rock through her body. While the vibrator did its job, humming along around her clitoris, Brittany allowed two fingers of her left hand to dip inside her pussy. She was so wet and hot that her fingers slid in deep, enveloped by her velvety folds. She grunted with pleasure, closing her eyes and forgetting her surroundings, losing herself to everything but the physical sensation. She dipped the fingers in and up, finding he own g-spot and gasping when she hit it. Having found it she began pumping her fingers in and out over and over again, banging against that perfect little area with abandon.

Ryan was dizzy with pleasure. Brittany was openly fingering her cunt just across the room from him. He couldn’t actually see her open pussy because those damn panties were still in the way, but from the way Brittany’s hand moved in and out he knew that her fingers were in deep. Her panties were now plastered to the back of her hand, the little ridges of her knuckles outlined perfectly. The crotch of her underwear moved away and then back, away and then back, teasing Ryan mercilessly. He wanted to see her, wanted to know what she looked like, how red and swollen everything was, how wet and glistening her sex was, and what it looked like when she took something as wide as two or three fingers inside her. But his imagination had to make up for the shortcomings. For his part, he looked down and wondered what Brittany could see of him. His entire shaft was thick and pulsing. He’d never felt this hard before, like a rod of iron. His left hand was tired of holding his underwear away, but he was too hesitant to just pull the material down below his balls and expose his entire length to Brittany’s eyes.

He knew she must be getting the same occasional almost-glance of his genitals that he was getting of hers. And indeed it was one of these glances that finally sent the girl over the edge. Her pleasure had been building and building, the pads of her two fingers caressing the inner wall of her vagina as they slid in and out. Her breath was high and short, panting like an animal in heat. And finally she spied more of him than she’d seen so far. Ryan’s left hand accidentally dropped an inch or two and for one marvelous stroke of his cock Brittany could see the head of his penis jutting up from within his palm. In the flash that she glimpsed it she saw the thickness of his dick, and that beautiful ridge of the head exposed to her. She cried out, threw her head back and pushed her fingers inside herself as far as they would go.

Fireworks exploded behind her eyes while everything else seemed to turn red, heat and wetness flowing freely from Brittany’s body. She banged her head backwards into the headboard of the bed once, then twice, unable to contain herself through the explosion. In her own throes of passion she was able to open her eyes halfway and caught a look just as Ryan joined her in completion. He tightened his hand around his cock, pulsing it up and down at the base of his shaft, and without warning a white jet of cum spurted straight up, landing back in his lap where it had come from. The two rode the wave of their orgasms together, Ryan shooting stream after stream of cum into the air and Brittany allowing more and more of her juices soak into the bed beneath her. They moaned and ached together, looking at each other’s sex and letting their eyes meet in angry passion. Their faces shared the frustration of denial from one another, but it was overshadowed by the pleasure and fulfillment each had just received.

They came down slowly, the rhythm and pace of their hand movements gradually slowing and stopping. Completely spent, they both lay where they were, their hands still sticky and in their laps. Ryan’s hands and underwear were now both covered in ropes of his semen, and Brittany’s fingertips still dipped lightly between her labia. They were both exhausted, pleased, and shocked at what had just occurred. Without a shred of embarrassment or regret they just looked at one another, smiling contentedly. Neither wanted to speak and shatter the moment. So they allowed it to just linger and settle over them, the aftermath of their simultaneous orgasm stretching out longer than one could have imagined.

Brittany’s eyes rolled back in her head again as she removed her fingers from inside herself. Everything was so flush and sensitive, but there was still so much pleasure to be had. She pulled her hand from underneath her panties, then pulled out the other hand holding her vibrator as well. She clicked it to the off position, then just let her hands fall in her lap once more, not bothering to cover up the wet, messy crotch of her panties from Ryan’s view. Ryan’s left hand was at his side, his right was still buried in his underwear, curled in a gentle fist around his meat. It was still pulsing and throbbing in his palm, but he had just cum so hard, he knew there would be no quick second round.

They looked at each other, both caught in a confusing haze of sexual fulfillment and uncertain aftermath. Ryan was the first to smile. He couldn’t help it, looking at this tiny minx whom he cherished and worshipped both at once. She made him so happy. And seeing her in this bedraggled, post-orgasmic state had a euphoric effect on him. His smile widened and he almost laughed. But Brittany giggled first.

“What?” Asked Ryan, the slightest bit insecure and unsure.

“You’re so fucking cute,” said Brittany, “sitting there looking at me with a smile on your face and your dick in your hand.”

Now it was his turn to laugh. “Well can you blame me?” he questioned. “God you’re beautiful.”

Brittany rolled her eyes. “I bet you say that to every girl who sits splayed open to you just after she cums.” Ryan laughed again and pulled his hand out of his underwear.

“No, I just mean it.” He said. “You’re fucking gorgeous and sexy, and I can’t believe what you do to me.” He carefully buttoned his shorts, awkward with his messy hand. “I’m going to clean up.” He held his hand out in front of him as he walked to the bathroom, his smile still sly on his face.

“Bring me something to help me clean up too!” she called after him with a laugh. She lay back against the headboard and sighed, looking down at herself again. This was insane… life was insane.

In the bathroom, Ryan smiled inwardly as he washed his hands in her sink. He dried them on a small towel and looked around the bathroom, taking in all the small bottles and products contained in her private space. He never thought he’d be in a space like this. He never thought he’d have a moment with her as intimate as this. He loved it. Loved everything about her. He wet a washcloth with hot water, knowing it would just be perfectly warm when he got it back to Brittany. He emerged from the bathroom, his shorts finally settled back comfortably, and his smile still clear on his face. He came to Brittany’s bedside and presented her with the washcloth.

“If I may,” he said with a grin as he leaned down to dab at her inner thigh.

“You may not!” Brittany exclaimed with a shriek. “Watch it buddy…” she glared at him playfully as she snatched the towel away. “I’ll take care of it, thank you.” She wiped both her hands on the cloth and then purposefully arranged the covers back over her legs and lap before she tended to her more intimate places. The warm towel felt absolutely delightful on her thighs, edging up to her already damp panties. She closed her eyes momentarily and imagined how nice it would have felt if she’d actually let Ryan do the cleaning… But it was only a momentary reverie. Now that the lust was abating, her mind was returning to reality, and she knew she could not let him touch her so intimately. It would likely only get things started all over again…

She realized he was still standing beside her, inches away while she wiped her own wetness from her thighs, practically keeping watch. “How about some space, Mister!” She batted him away and he complied, walking around to the foot of the bed with that damn sly smile. He had his hands in his pockets and continued to watch her unabashedly. Brittany huffed in frustrated amusement and quickly finished her tidying under the covers. After a quick moment she was finished and folded the towel on the nightstand beside her, then she folded her hands in her lap and looked up at Ryan demurely.

“All done?” He asked. She nodded. “Good, then here I come.” He ran around to the side of the bed, pulling back the covers and sliding in beside her.”

“What are you doing?” Brittany exclaimed, frantically trying to escape.

But Ryan managed to slip his arm around her waist and pulled her into him, under the covers. She struggled halfheartedly, but allowed herself to slide across the mattress until her entire back was spooned into his front. She was still tense though. Ryan whispered in her ear, “It’s already late. You’re going to make me leave soon. What we just did was wild. I want one moment of calm before I have to say goodnight.” Though his body was forceful and in control his voice was different, gentle. It wasn’t commanding, but closer to pleading. He wasn’t telling her. This time he was asking. After a heartbeat of hesitation Brittany answered by letting her body relax. She melted back into him, and as his arms wrapped tighter around her body she knew she’d made the correct decision.