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It was a warm night as Patricia strolled down the neon-flooded street. She felt the horny eyes of the bypassing men linger over her arousing figure. She had put on black fishnet stockings held with a garter belt, and she knew perfectly the effect they had, together with her assorted gloves and black leather mini-skirt. Her white V-neck tee shirt gave a plunging view on her jutting breasts. Her taut nipples strained against the revealing material, their brown color clearly displayed. She wore high-heeled shoes and as she walked her ass was swaying suggestively beneath her tight skirt. At each step, her skirt would ride up her thigh, displaying the naked flesh above her stockings. She was beginning to feel really aroused as she saw from the crotches of the by-passers that her outfit had exactly the effect she wanted. She entered a single's bar and went right to the bar to sit on a stool. From there she could see all the guys coming in and decide which would be most suitable for her plans. She didn't have to wait very long. He was quite sexy-looking in his skin-tight white cotton jeans, and totally exposed. She kept staring at the revealing outline of his large cock down his left thigh from across the room. She could see it was getting bigger as he stood still for a moment. She knew the poor guy felt her gaze on his crotch, and she obviously licked her lips. He went straight to sit on the free stool to her right and offered her a drink.

Patricia readily accepted. She took a cigarette and as she lit it, she told him «You know, I really enjoy lighting them up till' they are burning!» She crossed her legs causing her mini-skirt to hike up her inner thigh, revealing her garter belt and sun-tanned flesh to his horny gaze. She sure could see the effect she had on his growing shaft. From where she sat, she had a direct view on the bulging outline of its foreskin. The material of his jeans was really thin, and she knew he was totally naked underneath. As her poor victim squirmed in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position for his erect shaft, he was far from expecting what she had in store for him. He didn't know which part of her body more to look at, between her inviting melons and displayed thighs, but he was especially turned-on by her stockings and assorted gloves. He also found her high-heels really arousing. As they chatted, the sexy bitch turned her stool to face him, her knee touching his inner thigh just inches from his rock-hard cock. She could see it pulsating beneath the tight fabric. He felt the heat of her skin and the rugged contact of her stockings on his thigh. That sexpot was really lighting his wildest desires and fantasies. She started periodically brushing her hands on his legs as if by accident. Soon she was commenting about how good looking his jeans were. She started running her fishnet-covered fingers over them telling him the material felt really good. Her hands went back and forth from his hips to his knees, passing an inch away from his straining erection. The wet stain forming at the tip of his cock through the thin fabric soon told her she had him dripping from arousal inside his tight jeans. The poor guy was really trapped into her tease!

As she kept looking at his displayed horniness, Patricia once again commented about the sexiness of his tight jeans. Her expert hands felt his upper legs more firmly, making sure the material of his jeans would start rubbing up and down his shaft. The sensation was too much for him. After a few moves, he felt he was about to erupt his hot load in his jeans, without the sexy bitch even touching his cock. The twitching of his cock was enough to warn Patricia of his oncoming orgasm. Just before she was going to stop, he held her arm, not wanting to mess his jeans in the crowded, lighted bar. His cock seemed to throb frantically inside the revealing material as she licked her lips at its growing wetness. He began telling her that he really liked her stockings too, and she felt his eyes running up and down her legs, from her garter belt and naked thighs to the high-heels of her shoes. That gave her the idea for what to do next. It was clear that the horny bastard was really turned-on by fishnet stockings and high-heels. So she asked him if he could help her check if her stockings were not broken on her right foot pretending she had made a bad step. His eyes lit up as he said he sure could help her. The little cock-teaser then put her foot on his stool just between his thighs, almost touching his balls with the tip of her shoe. As she lifted her leg to that position, she perfectly knew that the skimpiness of her black-leather skirt would give him a plunging view on her intimacy. She saw him gasp as he realized she wore no panties! His cock was desperately straining through his jeans, as he didn't know what to concentrate on between her foot and her exposed cunt. He checked the front of her stocking and she asked him to look at the sides. It was an excuse for moving her foot sideways so than the tip of her shoe would rest over his balls. She made sure it didn't just rest there, but was instead rubbing over them. She was guided by the close outline his jeans made around them, as she brushed her teasing foot over the base of his prick. Then she turned her shoe to the other side, causing the tip of her high-heel to touch the head of his cock. The vicious bitch started rubbing her heel on the underside of his cock and over his balls. As he felt the cold metal push harder against his confined shaft, he was once again on the brink of shooting his wad off. The expert little cock-teaser sensed it from the obvious twitching of his cock. She acted as if the tip of her heel had slipped from its position, pushing it real hard over the head of his cock. Her expert squeeze technique was enough to keep him from ejaculating in his jeans.

Patricia took off her shoe so he could inspect the whole of her stockings. Her toes were now resting over his helpless arousal, and she could feel it hot and throbbing through the material. Her deft foot proceeded to rub against the tip of his near-erupting member. The lightness of the fabric was letting him feel all the details of her fishnet stockings, and the sensation was driving him crazy. Once again he had to move her foot away as he was about to shoot off his wad. The vicious bitch licked her lips at the ever-larger spot of precum that showed through the white material. She put back her shoe, and crossed her legs, this time having her knee brush lightly over his aching member.

The poor guy felt in a trance as the expert teaser kept him in a state of uncontrollable arousal. The wicked sexpot knew he really cared about not messing his jeans. For a moment, she thought she would have him do exactly that, just to watch his embarrassment at having soaked his jeans like a virgin teenager. She knew he was so worked up that it would only need a few rubs of her expert fingers over his confined cock to have that effect. But then she had a better idea... She acted half-drunk as she commented in a teasing voice that the wetness of his jeans was getting a bit too obvious, and that he should control himself. Saying this, her fingernails tantalizingly brushed over the tip of his hard-on, in a way that she knew would nearly make him explode. She then reached for her almost full glass of whisky on the bar. Her hand was slightly trembling from her supposed drunkenness. But she knew exactly what she was doing. When her glass got just above his cock, she acted as if it accidentally slipped from her hand. It fell just over his thigh where his penis was trapped, completely soaking his jeans down to his knee. The poor thing really looked like he had ejaculated his spurting cum inside his jeans. And yet he was still as hard, horny and in need of quick relief as before. She apologized and offered to help him dry up the mess. She took out a black silk handkerchief that she knew had a real sensual touch, and started deftly rubbing it up and down his thigh and cock, pretending to dry up the fabric. But she actually made sure her deft strokes would lead him to the very brink of final relief. She knew that now he didn't have any more reason for caring about cumming in his already soaking-wet jeans. She kept playing with his cock through the tight material just long enough to have him crazy with the need for relief, her expert fingers having him all the time on the brink of ejaculating between them. When she knew she had him past the point of no return, she expertly applied her squeeze technique to his desperate cock-head. Then she took off her hand, leaving him in his helpless state. She then told him he really looked ridiculous with his wet jeans and it would be better for him to get home and change them. He was so dumb-founded that it was not very hard to convince him to leave and that she would be waiting for him at the bar. Of course, she left a few minutes later and went home to masturbate wildly at the thought of her latest cock-tease.

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