How long the sensual teasing went on you can't tell. Time seems unimportant. Only the feeling. The feeling of my hand on your hip. My fingers parting, stroking, teasing...and finally filling your wanting pussy. As you feel your sweet, slippery, sexy juices running down your legs you utter aloud in a whisper, "Fuck me, please. I need it..." You want to pull away from the ties that bind you, to turn around and take hold of my hard cock and stop this incessant teasing. Stop it by grabbing my hard cock and guiding me into your wanting pussy. You can feel it. You need it. You're at that point where you know that if I were to fill you deeply, my hard, full cock inside you, that it would touch you in the way, in the spot that would push you over the edge and let those waves of pleasure that are on the brink, come crashing down, washing through your body, sweeping you away.
Night has completely fallen by now. Crickets chirrping. A soft, warm breeze off the lake the waves softly lapping at the shore and the crackle of the fire. All these sounds are intoxicating when combined with what your body is feeling. You push your ass out a little, wanting more. Wanting my two fingers, or maybe more to plunge deep into you and scratch that soft, warm little itch you have. You're hoping I'll remove my hand and replace it with the feeling of my hard, throbbing muscle. And then, to your suprise you do feel my fingers leave your pussy, but only a little, slipping out and sliding backwards. Just gently moving back and forth between your pussy lips. "Say it louder. Tell me what you want," I say. "Say it louder or I'll walk away and leave you here." Earlier this might have terrified you, might have thrown you into a panic, but now, even though your wrists are still tied to the deck railing,you are not afraid, and you're not afraid to demand what you want. Almost defiantly you say, "Fuck me. Fuck now, hard, like I want it. Fill me with that big cock of yours. I want it inside me. That's what I want. Are you afraid to fuck me?" As I stand there, a smile comes across my lips. I love your challenge. Your little ploy of reverse psychology. I know if I respond verbally I've given you back the control, so I maintain my silence and let my actions speak for me. I continue to tease your pussy, allowing my fingers to slide further up between your parted legs and I feel your clit, rub it between my fingers, Using your pussy juices on my now very slippery fingers to make it slip in and out between my fingers. You knees buckle at this sensation.
And then it's gone again. You feel my fingers slowly slide between your lips again and then back across your sensitive little taint and up the cleft of your ass. All the way up and back down your feel my fingers lubricated with you making your ass wet and slippery. You gasp as you feel my fingertips play across your asshole and your wet, hot little cunt tingles and clenches. You want this. You're not sure what 'this' is, but you want it and, losing a little control once again, you hang your head and grip the railing, "God yes, that's it, just fuck me. Fuck me somehow. Don't stop."