This is a short, stand alone story I won't which I wanted to share. Just a simple story of a handjob in the theatre.

A date with Jessica

Oscar's heart pounded as he spotted Jessica's car pulling into the lot. He couldn't believe his luck that she had agreed to go out with him. As the soft-top Mini Cooper purred into the parking space, the sunshine reflected off the sleek surface, a contrast to the vibrant, confident woman behind the wheel.

Jessica killed the engine and called out to him playfully, her voice carrying a hint of seduction that made his pulse race. Removing her sunglasses, she revealed mesmerizing eyes that seemed to sparkle with a mischievous light. Her long hair, blowing in the breeze, framed her face beautifully, accenting her stunning features.

As she stepped out of the car, Oscar's breath hitched. Jessica's choice of attire left little to the imagination. Her denim hot pants hugged her curves, showcasing long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever. Her top, a pink, baggy crop top, fell casually off one shoulder, revealing a hint of soft, tanned skin and a breathtaking glimpse of her flat stomach. The crop top hung seductively over her large, perky breasts, teasingly revealing a hint of cleavage that made Oscar's mouth go dry.

Jessica knew precisely how to work her assets to maximum effect. Her style was effortless, yet the result was stunning. The way the fabric clung to her body, accentuating her shapely hips and slender waist, was a temptation Oscar struggled to resist. Every inch of her oozed confidence and sex appeal, from the way she ran her hands through her hair to the casual sway of her hips as she moved.

"Hey there, sweetie," Jessica purred, a playful smile on her full lips. "Ready to have some fun?"

Oscar could only nod, his throat suddenly parched as he took in the vision before him.

"You know, it's about time we did this," Jessica continued, a playful lilt to her voice. "I've known your sister for, what, five years now? And it's taken you this long to ask me out."

Oscar felt a rush of embarrassment as he realized how long he had kept his feelings for Jessica hidden. "I, uh, guess I wasn't expecting you to say yes," he managed to stammer out, his shyness getting the better of him.

Jessica's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, really? And why is that, hmm?" She took a deliberate step forward, invading his personal space just enough to make his heart skip a beat.

"W-well, you're, uh..." Oscar's words trailed off as he searched for a way to describe her without sounding too forward.

"I'm what?" Jessica prompted, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"You're...well, you're Jessica," he blurted out, feeling his face grow warm. "Everyone wants to be with you."

Jessica laughed, a light, musical sound that seemed to dance in the air between them. "Flatterer," she teased, reaching out to ruffle his hair playfully. "But you know, I don't just go out with anyone. I chose you, Oscar. And I have my reasons."

"R-really?" Oscar felt a surge of hope mixed with a healthy dose of nervousness. "W-what reasons?"

Jessica took a step closer, her eyes holding his gaze captive. "Maybe I'll tell you later," she murmured, her breath ghosting across his skin. "If you're lucky."

Oscar's heart hammered in his chest as he processed her words. "Oh," he managed to utter, his throat going dry again.

Jessica's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in Oscar's flustered state. "The cinema, huh? Not much of a talker, are you, sweetie?" she teased, a hint of challenge in her voice. "Unless you were planning on taking advantage of the dark and having a little fun. Are you a naughty boy, Oscar?"

Oscar felt his face grow warm as his imagination ran wild with the possibilities her words presented. "I, um, I just thought it would be, you know, a casual first date," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. "I haven't really done this before, so I'm not sure where to go or what to do."

A soft giggle escaped Jessica's lips, and she reached out to stroke his arm gently. "I'm just teasing you, honey. It's cute that you're so nervous. But you have to buy me popcorn if we're doing this right." As she spoke, she gave a little wink and a subtle shake of her hips, the movement drawing Oscar's eyes to the enticing curve of her ass.

Oscar's throat went dry as his gaze followed the playful movement of her hips. He felt a rush of desire mixed with a healthy dose of uncertainty. Was she serious about the 'having fun' part, or was it just another tease? The thought of taking advantage of the dark cinema to get closer to her sent a jolt of excitement through him.

"Popcorn, huh?" he managed to croak out, his voice hoarse. "S-sure, I can do that. And maybe a soda, too. Unless you'd prefer something else?"

Jessica's eyes lit up at the offer. "Ooh, a whole soda to myself? You're really going all out, aren't you?" She smiled playfully, her dimples adding to her flirtatious look. "But I guess since it's our first date, I should let you treat me. Popcorn and a soda it is."

As they began walking toward the cinema entrance, Jessica moved closer to Oscar, her body lightly brushing against his. "You know, I've always loved the movies," she murmured, her warm breath tickling his ear. "There's just something about the big screen, the darkness, and the way the characters pull you into their world. It's like an escape from reality for a couple of hours."

Oscar whimpered softly as her warm breath tickled his ear, sending shivers down his spine. The feeling of her body so close to his was overwhelming, and he found himself lost in the moment.

Jessica stepped back, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she took in his flustered state. "Go get that popcorn, honey. I'll save us some seats."

With a nod, Oscar hurried off to the concession stand, his heart pounding. He felt like he had just stepped off a rollercoaster, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. The simple touch of her breath on his skin had affected him more than he could have imagined.

At the concession stand, Oscar ordered the largest tub of popcorn and a soda, his hands shaking slightly as he handed over the money. He couldn't believe he was on a date with Jessica—the girl of his dreams. As he waited for his change, he stole glances at her, taking in her stunning profile as she chatted with another couple a few rows back.

When he returned, Jessica was already seated, her legs curled under her in the large, comfortable chairs at the back of the theater. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes sparkling with delight at the sight of the concessions in his hands.

"You're a doll, you know that?" she said, reaching up to give him a quick hug. "Thank you."

Oscar felt his face grow warm as her body pressed against his. The hint of her breasts pressing into his chest and the sweet scent of her perfume sent his heart racing.

"You're welcome," he managed to stammer out, his voice cracking slightly.

Jessica giggled, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she teased him. "You're just too cute, you know that? All flustered and shy."

Oscar couldn't think of a response, so he simply handed her the popcorn and took the seat next to her, his legs feeling like jelly.

As the lights dimmed and the movie started, Oscar felt Jessica shift in her seat, moving closer to him. "This is more private back here," she murmured, her lips close to his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "And if the movie's boring, we can chat. I want to hear all about why you've never been on a date before."

Oscar's heart pounded in his chest as he focused on the movie, trying to pay attention to the opening scene. But his mind kept wandering to Jessica's proximity, the feel of her body beside his, and the prospect of chatting with her in the dark.

"So, tell me, Oscar," Jessica whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear again. "What's a guy like you never been on a date before? You're not, like, a monk or something, are you?"

Her playful teasing sent a rush of heat through him, and he turned to face her, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as he took in her beautiful features, illuminated by the glow of the screen.

"I, uh, guess I've just never met anyone I liked enough," he whispered back, his voice cracking slightly. "Until now, that is."

Jessica leaned closer to Oscar, her soft breath tickling his neck. "So, tell me, what is it about me that you like?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief in the darkness. "I know we've known each other for a while, but I want to hear it from you."

Oscar felt his face grow warm under her intense gaze. "W-well, I—" he began, his voice cracking slightly as he struggled to find the right words. "I mean, there's a lot to like, Jessica. You're—you're beautiful, for one."

A soft giggle escaped her lips, and she playfully bumped his shoulder with hers. "Oh, come on, honey. Be serious. I know I'm beautiful. What else?"

Oscar took a moment to gather his thoughts, his eyes briefly flitting down to her exposed collarbone before meeting her gaze again. "Your smile," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "It's so genuine and kind. Whenever you smile, it's like the sun coming out on a cloudy day."

Jessica's eyes softened at his words, and she reached up to touch his cheek gently. "That's so sweet, Oscar. I'm glad my smile affects you that way. But I know you've been sneaking glances at more than just my smile."

Feeling his face grow warmer by the second, Oscar nodded slightly, his eyes dropping to his lap as he fiddled with the edge of his shirt. "I mean, I can't help but notice how amazing you look, Jessica. It's just—"

"It's what?" she prompted, her eyes glittering with amusement. "Tell me, Oscar. What else do you like?"

He took a deep breath, steeling himself to be honest. "Your legs," he whispered, his voice shaking slightly. "They're so—I mean, they're toned and—"

Jessica laughed, a soft, musical sound that seemed to fill the space between them. "My legs, huh? Is that why you've been staring at them?"

Feeling his face flame, Oscar nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat.

"Well, then, I guess it's only fair that you get a closer look," she murmured, shifting in her seat so that one leg was draped over his. "Go on, touch them."

Oscar's heart pounded in his chest as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her thigh. Her skin was like silk, warm and supple under his touch. He gently traced patterns on her thigh, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sensation.

"They're so soft," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Jessica shifted again, opening her legs slightly to give him better access. "Keep touching," she urged, her voice low and husky. "I like it."

Oscar's breath caught in his throat as his fingers trailed higher, his touch sending shivers up and down Jessica's legs. Her skin was like a live wire, electric beneath his fingertips. He felt her muscles tense and relax as his touch explored, his thumb gently caressing the sensitive skin on the inner thighs.

As his fingers reached the hem of her shorts, he felt a dampness that made his touch sticky. His cock twitched in his shorts, throbbing with a need that was becoming increasingly urgent.

Jessica sensed his hesitation and gently urged him on. "Go on, sweetie," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Don't be shy. Explore all you want. I won't bite."

Oscar's fingers trembled as he slowly slid them beneath the denim, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the wetness between her thighs, a clear sign of her arousal. Her taste was salty, and sweet on his fingertips, and he gently rubbed her slickness, revelling in the feeling of her softness.

"Mmm," Jessica purred, her eyes closing halfway in pleasure. "That's it, honey. Explore. Touch me."

Oscar's breath quickened as he slowly moved his fingers higher, gently caressing the tender skin of her inner thighs. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, his own arousal building as he touched her.

"Higher, Oscar," Jessica urged, her voice thick with desire. "Don't be afraid. Touch me where I need it."

His fingers trembled as he slowly slid them further, his middle finger gently probing between her folds, feeling her wetness coat him. Her lips parted at his touch, and he felt her hips buck slightly, a soft moan escaping her throat.

"That's it," she whispered hoarsely. "Right there, honey. Don't stop."

Oscar's breath quickened as he began to gently massage her clit, feeling her buck against his touch. Her juices coated his fingers, and he gently slid one into her, feeling her tight heat envelope him.

"Oh, fuck," Jessica hissed, her eyes closing as she gave in to the pleasure. "Your fingers feel so good inside me, Oscar. Keep going. Don't stop."

Oscar couldn't believe this was happening. His face flushed as he continued to explore Jessica's most intimate areas, his body rigid with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Her teasing bites and nibbles on his ear sent shivers down his spine, and her sultry voice only added to the overwhelming sensations flooding his body.

"Oh, Oscar, you have no idea how wet you're making me," Jessica whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Can you feel it? My pussy is dripping for you."

Oscar's fingers trembled as he felt the evidence of her arousal coating his fingers. He nodded, unable to form words, his breath quick and shallow.

"Mmm, I know you can," she purred, her hand reaching down to guide his fingers back to her sensitive clit. "Keep touching me there, honey. Make me feel even better."

As Oscar's fingers returned to their previous motion, Jessica let out a soft moan, her hips rocking gently against his hand. "Your cock must be so hard right now," she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. "I can't wait to feel it. But first, I want to enjoy your touch a little longer."

Oscar couldn't speak, his throat dry as he focused on the sensations of her body and the sound of her breathy moans. His own arousal was throbbing insistently, but he was content to keep pleasing Jessica, relishing the power he held over her in this moment.

"You like touching me, don't you, Oscar?" Jessica teased, her voice husky with desire. "I can feel your fingers trembling. Are you nervous, or is that just how turned on you are?"

Oscar's face grew hotter, if that were possible, as he realized she could feel the vibrations of his trembling fingers. "I-I'm just... I want to make you feel good," he stammered, his voice shaking.

"You're already making me feel incredible, honey," Jessica assured him, her hips moving in time with his fingers. "But I want to know something. Are you imagining it's your cock inside me instead of your fingers?"

Oscar's eyes widened at her bold question, but he found himself nodding, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

"Oh, you naughty boy," Jessica breathed, her hand reaching down to squeeze his thigh. "You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you? Admit it."

Oscar bit his lip, his nervousness warring with his desire. "M-maybe," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jessica's laughter was like a caress in the darkness. "That's what I thought," she murmured, nipping at his ear again.

Oscar's eyes widened as Jessica suddenly pulled away, his fingers still tingling from the feel of her. She settled back into her seat, a satisfied smile on her lips. "We have to stop, honey," she whispered, her breath still ragged. "I was getting way too close, and when I cum, I'm loud. Really loud." Leaning closer, she continued, "Maybe later, you'll get to find out just how loud I can be. If you're lucky."

Oscar could only nod, his eyes glued to her face, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Jessica placed her hand on his thigh, the warmth of her palm seeping through the fabric. "Now, tell me how hard you are right now," she demanded softly, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and lust.

"So hard," he admitted, his voice hoarse and strained. "I need... I need relief."

"Mmm, I can help with that," she purred, her fingertips gently rubbing the outline of his erection through his shorts.

As her hand caressed him, she whispered, "Look at me, Oscar. Really look."

Oscar's eyes dropped to her body, taking in the sight of her cleavage, her breasts straining against the fabric of her top. With a teasing smile, she pulled the neckline lower, slowly revealing the soft swell of her full, naked breasts to him.

"Do you like what you see?" she whispered, continuing to stroke him through his shorts. "Are you imagining these breasts in your mouth, your hands on my body?"

Oscar's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her exposed breasts. He couldn't believe what he was seeing—Jessica, the girl of his dreams, was partially undressed and sitting next to him, her hand on his throbbing cock over his sorts.

"Have you ever touched breasts before, Oscar?" she whispered, her eyes locking with his as she cupped her soft mounds, offering them to his gaze. "Have you dreamed of touching mine?"

Oscar's mouth went dry as he shook his head, unable to take his eyes off her beautiful breasts.

"They're all yours to touch, honey," she purred, her hand squeezing his cock gently through his shorts. "But first, I want to know something. How many times have you jerked off thinking about me? Be honest."

Oscar's face flushed with embarrassment, but he knew he couldn't lie to her. "A lot," he admitted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Ever since you started staying over after nights out with Sara. I—I can't stop thinking about you."

A soft, sexy laugh escaped Jessica's lips, and she leaned closer, her warm breath washing over his ear. "That's what I thought," she murmured. "I bet I've starred in so many of your fantasies, haven't I, sweetie?"

Oscar nodded, his cheeks burning. "Y-yes," he whispered, his eyes glued to the enticing swell of her breasts.

"And now I'm here, in the flesh," she continued, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shorts. "No more fantasies, Oscar. Just me, touching you like this."

As she slowly lowered the zipper, Oscar's breath hitched in his throat. He felt exposed and vulnerable, but the sensation of her fingertips on his abdomen was electric.

"Oh, look at that," Jessica teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she reached into his shorts. "You're leaking so much precum, honey. I think you must be really turned on."

Oscar's cock twitched in her hand as she slowly drew it out, the cool air of the theater causing him to harden even further. He nodded, unable to speak, as she wrapped her fingers around him, gently stroking his length.

"Is this the first time someone else has touched your cock, Oscar?" she asked, her voice low and throaty. "Have you never let anyone else do this to you?"

He could only nod, his mouth dry as his heart pounded in his chest. This was a moment he had dreamed of, and now it was happening. Jessica's touch was even better than his wildest fantasies.

"You can relax, honey," she whispered, her thumb gently rubbing the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. "I'm going to take good care of you. Just sit back and enjoy."

Oscar felt like he was in a trance, his body responding to her every touch and word. He wanted this moment to last forever—to feel the warmth of her hand on his cock and hear the teasing purr of her voice.

"Can I play with it while we watch the movie?" Jessica asked playfully, giving his length a gentle squeeze. "Or would you rather wait until we're somewhere more private?"

Oscar's eyes flicked to the screen, then back to her beautiful face. He couldn't believe she was asking his permission, but he knew he didn't want this moment to end. He nodded eagerly, his lips parting as he struggled to form words.

"Good boy," she purred, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on his cheek. "Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. Both of them."

As Oscar leaned back in his seat, he felt Jessica shift closer, her free hand reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "You're so cute, you know that?" she whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear. "All shy and flustered. It's adorable."

He felt the head of his cock brush against the soft skin of her thigh, and his body tensed at the sensation. Jessica gently rubbed him against her leg, her hand moving slowly and rhythmically. "Just relax, honey," she murmured, her thumb gently stroking the sensitive tip of his cock. "Let me take care of you."

Oscar's breath quickened as he closed his eyes, surrendering to the pleasure washing over him. Jessica's hand felt incredible on his cock, and her soft, sultry voice only added to the exquisite sensations.

"That's it, sweetie," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "Just enjoy. I've got you."

As Oscar relaxed into the sensation, Jessica began to speak again, her voice a sultry purr that matched the movement of her hand. "You like that, don't you, Oscar? My hand on your cock?"

He nodded, unable to form words, his breath quick and shallow.

"Look at me," she urged softly, her thumb gently rubbing the tip of his cock, spreading the precum leaking from the slit. "Watch me touch you."

Oscar opened his eyes, his gaze locking with hers as she slowly stroked his length. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, and he felt a surge of heat between his legs as she quickened her pace.

"That's it, honey," she whispered, her free hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "Enjoy it. I know I am."

Oscar's body tensed as Jessica altered her grip, her fingers wrapping tighter around his shaft. She began to pump her hand slowly, her palm sliding up and down his throbbing cock. "Is this what you think about when you touch yourself?" she asked, her eyes half-lidded with arousal. "My hand on you like this?"

"Y-yes," he breathed, his hips bucking slightly at the intense pleasure.

"Do you touch yourself like this?" she asked, her thumb gently massaging the sensitive frenulum. "Do you stroke yourself nice and slow, or do you rush to the finish?"

"S-slow," he managed to get out, his eyes glued to the sight of her hand on him.

"That's good, honey," she murmured, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Because I don't want you to rush. I want you to savor every second of this."

Jessica slowed her pace even further, her hand gently caressing his length, her thumb gently massaging the sensitive ridge beneath the head. "Mmm, that's it," she cooed, her eyes never leaving his. "Just nice and slow. No need to rush pleasure like this."

Oscar's breath hitched in his throat as Jessica's hand glided up and down his cock, her touch teasing and light. She paused at the tip, swirling her thumb around the head before slowly dragging her hand back down, her fingers gently squeezing his shaft.

"Does that feel good, Oscar?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

He nodded eagerly, his hips bucking slightly at the sensation. "Y-yes," he whispered hoarsely. "It feels so good."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, honey," she purred, her hand shifting to massage the sensitive glands at the base of his cock. "Because I'm certainly having fun teasing you."

Oscar's eyes rolled back slightly as Jessica's touch sent waves of pleasure through his body. Her fingers gently kneaded the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. "Oh, God," he breathed, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Shh, don't worry, sweetie," Jessica whispered, her free hand reaching up to gently stroke his hair.

Changing her grip again, Jessica used both hands this time, her fingers and thumbs overlapping as she stroked him. Her pace was slow and deliberate, her hands sliding up and down his length, her thumbs gently massaging his glands with each pass. "How does that feel, Oscar?" she teased, her eyes glittering with mischief. "Do you like having my hands all over your cock?"

Oscar's eyes widened as she revealed her kinky thoughts. This teasing, playful side of Jessica was a delight he never knew existed.

"I love the way you react to my touch," she whispered, her thumb gently tracing the vein on the underside of his cock. "It makes me want to edge you until you're begging for release. To have you at my mercy, yearning for my touch. It's a powerful feeling, knowing I can reduce you to a quivering mess with just my hands."

Oscar's breath hitched as Jessica's words sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through him. This confident, assertive side of Jessica was intoxicating, and he found himself desperate for more.

"Do you want that, Oscar?" she asked, her nails lightly scratching his sensitive skin. "Do you want me to edge you until you're pleading for mercy?"

He swallowed, his throat dry, and nodded eagerly. "Yes," he managed to croak, his eyes glued to her face.

"Good," she purred, her eyes flashing with desire. "Because that's exactly what I plan to do."

With that, Jessica stopped stroking his cock and instead dragged her nails lightly up and down his length, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through him. "Oh, I love the way your cock twitches when I do that," she murmured, her eyes locked on his arousal. "It's like it has a mind of its own."

"It's responding to you," Oscar rasped, his body aching for more. He wanted to feel her hands on him, stroking him, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.

Jessica's eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued her sensual torture. "Tell me, honey, when was the last time you made yourself cum?" she asked, her nails grazing the sensitive tip of his cock. "Be honest."

Oscar licked his lips, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "F-five days ago," he stammered, his gaze dropping from hers.

A soft, throaty laugh escaped Jessica's lips, and she leaned closer, her warm breath washing over his ear. "Five whole days, huh? You must have a lot of cum backed up in these balls," she teased, her hand gently cupping and weighing his sac. "Mmm, I bet you do, sweetie," she continued, her fingertips gently massaging his balls. "They must be so full, aching to release all that pent-up cum. Isn't that right, Oscar?"

He nodded, his body tensing at her touch, and he couldn't help but voice his admiration. "You're... so good at this," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Teasing me... it's driving me crazy."

Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she listened to his words, drinking in the power she held over him in this moment. "I know," she replied, her voice laced with confidence. "I love having you at my mercy. It's a heady feeling, knowing I can bring you to the brink with just my hands."

Her fingertips traced the outline of his balls, sending electric pulses through his body. "Do you have any idea how sexy it is to watch you squirm, Oscar?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "To see your cock twitch and throb in my hand? It makes me want to draw this out even longer, just to see how long I can keep you on the edge."

Jessica gently rolled his balls in her palm, her touch both teasing and comforting at the same time. "I'll bet you've been having some pretty vivid fantasies these past five days," she said, her voice low and sultry. "About me, of course. Am I right, honey?"

Oscar nodded, unable to speak, his body rigid with anticipation.

"I'm going to edge you now, Oscar," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Have you ever edged yourself?"

Oscar shook his head, his gaze fixed on her face as a rush of anticipation coursed through him.

"Oh, you're in for a treat then, honey," she giggled, a playful glint in her eye. "I promise, it'll be the most frustrating pleasure you've ever experienced."

Before Oscar could respond, Jessica's hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking him with firm, deliberate movements. Her pace was faster than before, her grip tighter as she worked her hand up and down his length.

"Get close for me, Oscar," she urged, her voice low and throaty. "Right to the edge. I want to watch you lose control."

Oscar's breath quickened as he surrendered to the sensations washing over him. Jessica's hand felt incredible on his cock, and her sultry words only added fuel to the fire burning within him.

"That's it, honey," she whispered, her thumb gently rubbing the precum leaking from the tip. "Get close. I want you to cum all over my hand."

Oscar's hips began to buck slightly as he approached the brink of orgasm. "I'm close," he breathed, his voice hoarse and strained. "So close, Jessica."

"That's it, sweetie," she purred, quickening her pace. "Cum for me. Let it all go."

"I'm going to cum," Oscar gasped, his body tensing as he teetered on the edge.

Just as he was about to cum, Jessica suddenly stopped, removing her hand from his cock and placing it on the arm of his chair. She sat back, her eyes glued to his throbbing erection as it twitched and throbbed, the head glistening with beads of precum.

"No, please," Oscar begged, his hips bucking involuntarily as he craved release. "Don't stop."

A mischievous smile played on Jessica's lips as she watched his reaction, clearly enjoying the power she held over him. "So needy," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's cute, really."

Oscar's eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to process the overwhelming sensations flooding his body. "Please," he begged again, his voice hoarse and desperate. "I need to cum."

"Oh, you will," Jessica assured him, her voice dripping with honeyed promises. "eventually."

His breath hitched in his throat as he opened his eyes, pleading with her. "Please, Jessica," he rasped. "I can't take much more. I need release."

A soft, sexy laugh escaped her lips, and she leaned closer, her breath tickling his ear. "I know you do, sweetie," she murmured, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "But I'm not done with you yet. Not even close."

As Oscar begged and pleaded, Jessica sat back, a satisfied smile on her face. She loved having him at her mercy, writhing and squirming with desire. His cock twitched and throbbed, the tip flushed and engorged, a clear indication of his urgent need for release.

"Look at me, Oscar," she demanded softly, her eyes never leaving his cock. "Watch your own frustration. See how your cock is begging for my touch?"

His gaze dropped to his throbbing erection, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. He watched, transfixed, as beads of precum oozed from the tip, his cock twitching and dancing as if it had a mind of its own.

"That's it, honey," she whispered, her voice like a siren's song. "Watch yourself. Watch how much you need my touch."

Oscar's eyes flicked between his desperate cock and Jessica's amused face, his body aching for release as he endured the most exquisite torture he had ever experienced.

"I'm going to edge you one more time, Oscar," Jessica purred, her eyes locking with his. "Right to the very brink. And then, when you're begging me for release, I'm going to stop. I want to see if you can hold back the tide, keep your cum trapped inside until I allow you to find your release."

Oscar's eyes widened at her words, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Please, Jessica," he whispered, his voice strained with desire. "I'm so close. I need to cum so badly."

"I know you do, honey," she replied, her voice laced with amusement. "And that's exactly why I'm going to make you wait just a little bit longer."

Slowing her pace, Jessica tightened her grip on his cock, her fingers and thumb wrapping around his shaft firmly. She began to stroke him slowly, her hand gliding up and down his length with deliberate slowness. "That's it, Oscar," she whispered, her thumb gently massaging the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock. "Nice and slow. Feel every sensation."

Oscar's breath hitched as he focused on the pleasure coursing through his body. Jessica's tight grip sent sparks of pleasure up his spine, and he felt his balls tighten as he approached the point of no return.

"Oh, God, Jessica," he breathed, his hips bucking slightly. "I'm so close. Don't stop this time, please."

"I won't, honey," she promised, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I want you to hold on a little longer. I want to take you to the very edge and keep you there."

Jessica quickened her pace slightly, her hand working his cock with practiced skill. "That's it, Oscar," she cooed, her thumb gently swirling around the tip of his cock, spreading the precum leaking from the slit. "Get nice and close for me. I want to watch you lose control."

Oscar's breath quickened as he surrendered to the pleasure, his hips thrusting slightly to meet her strokes. "I'm there, Jessica," he rasped, his eyes glued to her face. "Don't stop now."

"I won't, I promise," she whispered, her breath warm on his neck as she leaned in close. "I want to feel you cum in my hand, but I want to tease you right up until that moment."

Jessica's hand flew up and down his length, her pace quick and steady now. "That's it, honey," she urged, her nails gently scratching his sensitive skin. "Cum for me. Let go."

Oscar's entire body tensed as the coil in his stomach tightened further. "I'm going to cum, Jessica!" he cried, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Oh, God, I can't hold it!"

Just as he was about to explode, Jessica swiftly withdrew her hand, causing him to gasp and buck his hips involuntarily. "No, please!" he begged, his eyes wild with need.

But instead of resuming her stroking, Jessica gently grasped his chin, her thumb brushing his lips. "Kiss me, Oscar," she whispered, her eyes glittering with desire.

As their lips met, Oscar whimpered into the kiss, his body rigid with anticipation. Her lips were soft and demanding, and as their tongues danced, Oscar's cock throbbed between them, leaking precum onto his stomach.

Realizing that the kiss had pushed him over the edge, Jessica quickly grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head as his entire body trembled. Oscar's cock twitched uncontrollably, and he moaned into her mouth as he felt the coils in his stomach finally snap.

Jessica held him there, locked in the deep kiss, her tongue tangling with his as his body convulsed. Oscar's cock throbbed, and he felt the release build with a mind of its own. With a sharp cry into her mouth, he came, shooting thick ropes of cum into the air, arching his back as the intense pleasure washed over him.

The kiss deepened as Jessica savored his reaction, her lips moving against his, tasting his desperation. She held his wrists firmly, preventing him from touching his own cock as he experienced a truly hands-free orgasm.

Oscar's body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. He felt powerless and vulnerable, utterly at Jessica's mercy as his cock continued to pulse and twitch, shooting cum onto his stomach and chest. The ruined orgasm left him breathless and dazed, and he collapsed back into his seat, his eyes closed as he struggled to catch his breath.

"That," Jessica murmured, her lips brushing his ear, "was just the beginning, sweetie. I plan to leave you breathless and begging for more."

As Oscar caught his breath, he felt Jessica gently release his wrists, her fingers trailing down his arm. "Open your eyes, honey," she urged softly.

His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself drawn to her beautiful face, flushed with desire. Without a word, she leaned in, capturing his lips with hers once more, sealing their fate for the rest of the night.