Swollen On The Edge

This fantasy comes from my memory of the first story I read in a porn mag when I was about 15. It was a scrappy document half buried in some overgrown house ruins beside a country road near to where I lived. I tucked it away and read it later at home. The scene is of a young man dozing on a bed at sunset beside an open window overlooking the sea. There is a gentle breeze. His eyes open having heard something and looking up sees a young woman in a thin, almost transparent, figure hugging robe tied off with a loose belt standing in the doorway. They look at each other. No words are said. She glides over to to the side of the bed and he swings his legs around so he is sat on the edge of the bed in front of her. She slowly unties the belt keeping hold of it in her hand and the gown falls open. She is naked. They keep eye contact as she provocatively bends forward and gently strokes his manhood until he is partially erect and gently ties the belt around the base of the shaft. She then kneels down in front of him and takes his hands and places them onto her breasts motioning for him to stroke and squeeze her as she gently plays with his cock as he starts to get harder. Eye contact throughout. As he gets harder, she periodically pulls the belt tighter until he is very, very hard and the blood cannot flow back. At this point she gently shakes her head as if to say ‘you cannot cum’, removed his hands, and then expertly teases his cock with her finger tips, tongue, breathe, feet….anything that comes to mind in order to continue to strain his erection without fulfilling his greatest need. Until finally, she allows him to do so. No penetration but total control by her. Once he has cum, the belt is placed back around her robe, and she glides back out of the room.