Beg me for it - Part 2

(continued from http://tenderly-possessed.blogspot.com/2011/05/beg-me-for-it-part-1.html )

I was actually a bit surprised too.  I hadn't expected to hear that either - I'd thought she'd start with bargaining, but not get right down to it.  Of course, there was only one thing to say, "Sure, show me your breasts."  Like I was going to turn that down, I'd lose my rights to carry the 'guys club' card.

Her eyes widen a bit further and she just looks at me.  I shrug and take another sip of the soda - no sweat off my back, we were back to where we started.  After a moment she lets out a sigh, like the world is crushing her and she can't stand it, but she does start untying the bikini tie from behind her neck.  Now she has my full attention.  When she gets the tie undone she jerks the top down like pulling off a bandaid and turns her head away like she doesn't want to see the look on my face.  She actually has quite lovely breasts, not too big, firm - round and with prominent nipples that are at the first stages of arousal - or maybe the first stages of being exposed to a cold breeze, I'd like to think it's the former.  With her head turned I let out a low whistle, which makes her squirm a bit.  Then since she isn't looking I press my advantge, lowering the soda to rub the cold bottom across one nipple.  It hardens almost instantly, but she jumps and almost falls out of the chair while dragging the top back up to cover herself.

"I said show!" she glares angrily at me.

"Yes, it was quite a show," I offer in return and flash her a wink.

She holds out her hand to me expectantly.  I look at it for a moment, then poke her palm with my index finger.  Nothing seems to happen.  I inspect her hand further, taking it in my hand and turning it back and forth to see if theres something wrong with it.  After a moment she jerks it away from my grip.  "The soda," she says regally, with a toss of her head sending her long hair sliding across her shoulders.

I look at the soda, then at her hand and laugh softly, then take another drink and shake my hand, "Hell no."

She gets this look on her face that I'm used to from good looking women who are used to getting their way with men and suddenly are faced with a situation they don't understand - when a man says 'no' to them.  The look is some kind of cross between 'are you stupid' and 'how dare you' - its actually kind of hot.

"You agreed, I even showed you my breasts!" she continues to glare, but it's slightly ruined since her elbows are up over her head fastening the tie behind her neck once more.  It lifts her breasts slightly, forcing them against the scant bit of fabric, causing it to strain just at the edge of stretching.

"Yeah, I definately agreed to seeing your breasts," I reply with a hint of humor - making it obvious I'm still enjoying the show.

She makes some kind of frustrated noise that I can't describe and practically launches up to her feet.  "I'm leaving! and I'm reporting you!"

Well that was random and unexpected, I suppose if the 'naughty police' get another report of my bad behaviour I might be in trouble.  How to persuade her to stay - oh wait, I don't have to worry about being persuasive.  When I don't say anything she gives me that 'nod' move that is like 'so there' and stalks off.  I must have missed the high heels, why did she come over here to swim in a bikini and high heels?  Hard to miss them now though, not only are they clacking very sharply in an angry staccato on my pool deck, but her ass is swaying side to side in a way that makes me want to say 'oh, how I hate to see you go, but love to watch you walk away' ... yeah I know, I'm cheesy at heart.

It doesn't take her long to discover that the back door is locked, and is solid enough to withstand her yanking on it and shaking it in the frame.  I'd like to see her face when she realizes that my 8ft privacy fence isn't necessarily for keeping people out.  Instead I take another drink of the soda.  Still pleasantly cool - she doesn't know what she's missing, just a little begging? I guess it's too much to ask.

"It's locked," the words come floating over after a moment of silence.  Since she's just stating the obvious there really isn't much for me to say.  "Come unlock the door - now" these words are slightly growled out, both in anger and a hint of apprehension.

"Sure, come and get the key," I offer with a grin slowly spreading on my face.

It takes a minute, but she does return to the pool.  Though she stands about as far from me as she can.  Once more she holds out her hand in that imperial 'give it to me' gesture.  I just look at her - she makes this furious shoulder shake movement and comes closer, still holding out her hand.  I just laugh and turn away from her, taking another drink of the soda, at least I wasn't going thirsty.

"Please - can I have the key?" she asks in a tone that could be called contrite if you were 3/4s deaf.

"I said you can come and get it - I'd start by checking my pockets," I offer, indicating my cutoff jeans with their various pockets. I'm smiling, cause I'm enjoying this.  She's trying to glare a hole through me, but apparently I am immune the the icy look - three cheers for the forcefield of ambivalence.

"I don't think so" she says, quite firmly and crosses her arms under her breasts.  I get the impression she's used to doing that when shes upset and wants something from a man.  It does frame her chest beautifully, but I'm not so easily distracted or won over.

"Well, I'm not leaving just yet, so I guess you'll have to wait then," I reply, lifting the soda to press against my cheek once more.  "It really is hot out here today isn't it?"

Again she lets out a frustrated sound, followed by a hand shaking foot stomping mini-fit.  I can't help but chuckle - "You're cute."

That seems to decide things for her, she stalks over to me and without any foreplay starts jamming her hands in my pockets.  Shes looking down focusing on what she's doing - its hard to say if she's conscious that she's very close to me, her body only an inch away, easy for me to take her in my arms ... but not yet.  "Whoa, that isn't the keys," I caution with a slight bit of humor and a small laugh.  I'm not huge, but it'd be hard to miss 'that' with your hands in my pants.  She makes another frustrated noise, but it is less angry this time, she knew what she was feeling.

Her body presses against me, just lightly, but I can feel the full length of it against mine as she jams her hands into my back pockets, digging around for the key.  Not having found she lets out an inarticulated frustrated half-scream and glares up at me.  She is still standing against me, and that puts her face very close to mine.  "It isn't in there" she almost growls up at me, her face contorted with frustration and anger.

"Nope" I reply and lean down, quickly stealing a kiss, my lips closing over hers - no tongue though, I get the impression she might bite. She jerks back as though stung, and I can't help but laughing again.

(TBC)