“You turn me on so much,” he groaned as our bodies rubbed against each other. “I can tell.” His rock hard cock pushed against the soft skin of...my stomach. “I want to pour hot candle wax all over you.” He ran his tongue all over my naked body. “You want to do what?” I grinned, not sure if it was the alcohol affecting my judgment or my inner slut coming out as I imagined him pouring the scorching hot wax from the white candle all over my flesh. “Have you ever had a guy drip wax on to you before?”. Her toes were freshly painted bright red and she covered her feet in very low denier sheer toe barely black knee high pop socks. These particular ones were so soft I could only last seconds once she touched my shaft with them. She then popped her soles into some patent black high heels that made her feet smell amazing with the mixture of sweat, nylon and leather. She asked me again if I was ok with today and then left for work.now I’m afraid the next part of the story is what I was told from. She looked to be about 17 to 19 probably still in highschool I thought with a smile at my lucky catch. I looked her over again and noticed she had black heels on which made my smile grow knowing it would be harder for her to fight back not that I planned to let her. I watched her check her phone before she stepped out of the streetlight and walked unknowingly toward me. I watched her step past my hiding place and i gave a final search of my surroundings seeing no one in view I stood up and was. I did manage to pull back eventually, just prior to reaching the point of no return. Oh what a beautiful ache, deep in my balls – the anticipation feeding delayed gratification. Knowing that soon I would find incredible release of my own made it even harder to resist giving in, and yet I was able to stave it off, if momentarily. Instead of just madly fucking her, I wanted to slowly work her back to another orgasm – her wild-eyed gaze indicated a preference for the former, but I was in charge at.