Epilogue – The Danielle Denial
The predicted heatwave materalised and over the next few days the temperature outside (and in my apartment) steadily climbed to the point where wearing clothes was only done when leaving the building. The heat became oppresive to the point where neither of us really wanted to go anywhere. My bedroom had an AC unit, so we were at least able to retreat in there to cool down from time to time, and could sleep relatively comfortably aside from the noise of the fan running.
We usually slept naked together, even when it wasn’t a million degrees. At some point during the night, unless we had been particularly active the preceeding day, one of us would awake to find the other groping them in some way. To say Danielle and I had a healthy sex life would be an understatement. In fairness, the nature of our long distance relationship did mean we had significant dry spells to make up for. It was pretty common for us to enage in some form of sex at least two or three times a day if not more. That’s not to say we didn’t do other stuff, but given the conditions, this visit was particularly productive in the bedroom department as we really had few other places to be!
On the morning of Danielle’s last day I was laying in bed trying to work out how many times we had had sex. I hadn’t been keeping count and I wasn’t even sure how to dilineate sessions on some ocassions. I thought about just counting orgasms, but if we both came then it didn’t seem fair to consider that as twice. I thought counting distinct acts was an option, but that had it’s own problems as we tended to mix things up quite a bit. As I was pondering whether I should just use the times we weren’t performing any sex act as a buffer between I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by Danielle climbing over my face. She had her thighs on either side and her legs over the top of my arms, pinning my shoulders to the bed.
She sat down so her pussy was directly on front of my face.
“Lick!” she commanded authoritatively
I stuck my tongue out and proceeded to do as instructed. I liked to tease her when performing oral. Starting firstly with where her labia met her thighs, licking only in that crease and just breathing over her pussy instead. Then when she got worked up and demanded I turn my attention elseshere, I would direct my tongue only on her outer lips. Trying my best to avoid making any contact with her inner lips or clit. This too would become incredibly frustrating for her after a while. Finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore, I would allow the tip of my tongue to press into her slip and run from bottom to top, grazing the edges of her inner labia and flicking over her clit. I took my time with the process, so that by the time my tongue eventually contacted her clit, she was so horny that even the lightest contact would result in moans and sighs of delight. This was exactly the approach I took this morning as she straddled my face. However today I had decided to make her wait much longer for it. My plan was simple – I was going to deny her an orgasm for the entire day. Build her up repeatedly, then at the last moment, ruin it. I wanted to see how intense her climax would become after a full day of anticipation and frustration. And I knew exactly when and where I was going to let her have it.
As my tongue danced over Danielle’s clit, she became quite wet, and she seeped down my chin. I pressed my tongue deeper between her warm moist lips, allowing her juices to run into my mouth. I savoured her wonderful flavour and continued gently lapping her up, teasing her clit as I went. I was keeping her on the edge, retreating from her most sensitive spot whenever I detected her rallying, only venturing back after her arousal had subsided. It was maddening to her and she was desparate for a release but I frustrated her several times before she eventually expressed her annoyance.
“For fucks sake! Please let me cum, I can’t take it anymore!” she exclaimed as yet again I withdrew my tongue from her clit just prior climax.
“I don’t think so” I replied, shaking my head, “we’re going to work on your patience today.”
“Huh?” she asked.
I explained my intent to her, that I wanted to see how long she could hold out.
“But it’s our last day together, I wanted lots of orgasms!!” she protested.
“What if you could have the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had instead?” I countered.
This seemed to intrigue her at least and she accepted the deal for now. She climbed back off my face and headed into the shower. I followed her to ensure there was no cheating!
As we showered together I continued to tease her. My morning wood rubbed between her legs and I steered it between her lips, rubbing her clit with the tip of my shaft, enjoying the feeling as it pressed into my pee hole. Turning to lather her back I pressed my errection between her cheeks and jerked myself off, eventually nutting up her back as I reached around and played with her labia between my fingers. Having satisified my own desires, I released her, rinsed my cum off her and stepped out of the shower. Danielle was not impressed but she followed me out and silently dried herself off.
We ate breakfast together in the warm kitchen, still without a stitch on, as we tried to maintain our cool. Danielle decided she wanted to sunbathe before it got to the hottest time of day so she walked out onto my balcony. It overlooked the river but was not itself overlooked so nude sunbathing wasn’t a problem. She sat down on the sun lounger with her eyes closed. I took the time to go and check my emails and look at my upcoming schedule. I was due to operate a late flight that day so was planning to accompany Danielle to the airport and just report early after seeing her off.
I was gone for 20 minutes or so, but when I returned to Danielle, I caught her red handed. As stepped onto the balcony I could see she had one hand squeezing her nipple and she was using the other to rub her clit. She didn’t notice me at first, she was so engrossed in her own pleasure. I stood and watched her from behind, stroking my cock at the same time, enjoying the voyeurism of the moment. She was deep in fantasy, her mouth and lips moving as if in silent conversation, the only noises were her buidling moans of pleasure whenever her fingers stimulated just the right area. Her ‘mmms’ and ‘ahhs’ began to become more frequent and she adjusted position in the lounger, spreading her legs so she could penetrate herself with her fingers as she continued massaging her clit. I stepped toward her quietly and reached for the glass of ice water on the table next to her, picking it up carefully so as not to make a sound. Danielle was close, her fingers were moving quickly in and out of her pussy with a squelching sound and she had sat up, her abdominals contracting as she neared the ellusive moment she so desparately wanted. Just as it was about to arrive, I tipped the ice cold water over her breasts and it flowed down her belly onto her raging heat. Danielle shreaked as the shock of the freezing liquid running over her warm skin obliterated any chance of climax. She jumped up and turned to face me, glaring at me in silence.