” I can’t believe Ms. Petersen abused my baby” I say jokingly, as I grabbed Brads’ upper arm squeezing it affectionately. Leaning over him, I had forgotten about his hand and that it is on the verge of becoming one with my vagina. I’m enjoying this very subtle tease.
“I think I’ll live. Truth or Dare.” Brad says.
“I’ll take a dare but be nice.”
Brad promptly says “you have to lick a line of mayonnaise off my body.”
“Just one line?”
“Yep.”
“Ok.”
Brad quickly picks up the squeeze mayonnaise and begins squeezing out a line on one side of his neck, up his face, across his mouth and down his neck to his chest.
“Enough! You said one line.”
“It is one line” Brad counters.
Raising up on my knee a little to reach him, I know he is trying to push my buttons. However I can handle this one. Reaching him, I place a hand on his shoulder to steady myself and let my tongue start working hard on the mayonnaise. I am determined to make it the least desirable as possible. Long tongue strokes and very fast is my strategy. Up his jaw to his mouth my tongue works. Stepping between his legs with my knee, I am straddling his thigh. Smiling at him cocky like, I let him know he isn’t getting to me and proceed to bend over to his neck.
Brad places his hand on my hip supporting me and I continue my challenge with long tongue strokes going quick up his neck to his jaw and lick to the edge of his mouth. Backing off for a second to swallow, I catch my breath.
As I look at the gob of mayonnaise on his mouth, I steel my nerves and go in for the kill. A couple of gentle swabs at his lips and then one big lick through his lips. Brad suddenly pushes his tongue out with a dab on the end. Without pausing I quickly envelope his tongue with my lips and suck it off.
Sitting up I raise my hands and exaggeratedly cheer a little.
“Good job!” Brad said holding my hips a little lower than necessary . I’m still straddling his thigh and a very impure desire is on me to accidentally graze it with my pussy. I have an itch that is needing scratched.
“You have mayonnaise on your chin” Brad points out.
“Oops” using my finger I swipe it off and lick my finger clean. Smirking at Brad a little.
I finally sit back over to the side of Brad in the same position I was in and Brad immediately places his hand between my thighs like it was natural for us to resume our home positions. I’m trying to gauge how close he is to my pussy. It must be an inch or less. I know a slight move by him or me, will result in an improper touch. I can tell quite conclusively that my juices are flowing considerably.
“I’m gonna have to pee soon.” I comment. 4 beers and the shots were going through me.
“You can’t go until I say you can,” Brad says. “What! you’ll have a mess to clean up then.”
Brad laughs a little; “yeah I did that to Samantha Cox one night. ”
“You didn’t let her pee?”
“Yeah we were driving around drinking on the dirt roads and she said she had to go. I told her she couldn’t until I said. I probably drove another hour and made her drink another beer. She was crying and complaining. She was always bitching about something anyway. She finally started jumping out of the truck with it moving.”