I thought I would take some time to recount a session I had not long before leaving Sydney.

I had seen this person a while before, when he was holidaying in Sydney. Due to work commitments he was unable to visit Sydney again before I left for Vancouver, and after some discussion we agreed I should visit Brisbane, with him covering the expenses for the trip.

We exchanged many exciting emails during this time, each one arousing my interests more and more. We negotiated the session over email and the telephone so we could go straight into our roles when we met.

We met early evening in an empty park. I wore casual clothing and wandered through the park, happily sucking on a lollipop as I went. When I saw him I ignored him, completely enjoying the sugary delight on my lips, rolling my tongue over the shocking sweetness and savouring the sensation entirely.

I caught glimpses of him from the corner of my eye though, and could see he was trying hard not to look at me, to occupy his mind with other things. I could see the struggle on his face, the ever so subtle bite of the lip, the slight shaking of his head as his thoughts whirled, the shifting feet in the dirt below the park bench.

Eventually, he approached me, but I cunningly ignored him, moving from place to place around the park. We played this game of cat and mouse until finally, I relented and acknowledged his existence.

“Hi…” He nervously stammered, trying to engage me in conversation while I was so clearly not interested. Eventually, on realising he was so innocent, inexperienced with girls and (I was sure) entirely corruptible, I led him to the apartment I was staying in.

Once there, I continued to behave in the cool, deliberate manner I had in the park. He rattled on with nervous chatter while I studied him, drinking water from a bottle and licking my lollipop. I enjoyed watching him stare at my mouth, indulging his obvious oral fixation. When I had had enough, I crunched the candy in my teeth, loud enough that he became silent, unsure.

He tried to leave but I convinced him to stay, to live a little. I changed into something more comfortable, a tight black pencil skirt and top, with stockings and stiletto heels while he nervously watched, his eyes full of uncertainty but eagerness and hunger.

I seduced him into my world of pleasure, teasing him with my tongue and my toes and verbalising my wicked thoughts. We played and played and I denied him the release he so desperately craved.

Eventually, I led him into the bathroom and covered him in a glorious golden shower as he masturbated furiously below.

Afterward, we snuggled, happy in the afterglow of such wicked delight.

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