Teasing in Manhattan [MF] [teasing] [groping] [public play]

This happened several years ago but it did happen. I was somewhere in my 30s, she somewhere in her 20s.

A young woman from DC visited my profile on OkCupid and while I normally ignore visits from so far away, her profile name was a reference to a cartoon I rather enjoy and I do occasionally get out to DC (what is it with that city?) so I dropped a line stating such. Turns out her name was not at all a reference to said cartoon, but we still started talking, discussions of regular visits came up, and the topic of kink emerged rather soon as well. So that's how that starts up.

We start talking regularly on Kik (yeah, i'm a cool kid), talk becomes play (still on Kik), play becomes a little dark (as requested and agreed upon). Specifically, pulling a date half-consensually into an alley, pushing each other into semi-public fellatio, and offering her to a stranger who shows up to intervene on hearing her protests (I know I'm breezing over this bit but I wanna get to the good stuff). We stopped and she said she felt foul about it so we changed to comfort and discussions of preferred methods of aftercare and happy words and good feelings. We're cool.

The regular Kik chat continues for a week or so, often devolving (evolving?) into very conversational teasing play. We're into a few of the same things, mainly power dynamics and light force. "Maybe we can get together some time and see whether we click" becomes "I'm visiting NYC in a week and have one date set up but maybe after we can grab coffee?" Cool. I don't like coffee but whatever.

With a date in mind, the chat play gets a little deeper, switching from "I would" to "I will." Perfect. Plans are actually forming, though they all end with "assuming we get along." After teasing her to the point where "I have to put my phone down because I'm in public and I can't keep this look off my face," for instance, I would slide a little "well this only happens assuming we get along" in for fun. It's clear that we'll get along swimmingly. On one particular occasion, we're chatting while she's riding the bus and I tell her to keep eye contact with a stranger while imagining me giving her a good hard spanking. "he looked away pretty quickly then kept throwing quick glances to see whether I was still looking--he seems scared." I guess it isn't right to harass strangers that way but it's rather fun.

When planning the final logistics, I lay out a general Best Case Scenario plan based on what we discussed we'd both enjoy: we meet in the park, you're wearing something playful and revealing, we walk around and chat while I see how much I can touch you without people noticing, my touches get more forceful and perhaps I pull you into a dark corner or two if I can find one, tease you until you're begging me to bring you to my apartment, proceed to bring you to my apartment, seeing how much I can touch you on the subway without anybody interfering, then get you into my apartment. Once there, it's gonna get mean. I'm gonna rough you up a good deal, all the time telling you how much you want it and deserve it, get you near breaking, then start teasing you until you start begging for my cock (one of a few hard limits was no actual sex, so I said that if she felt comfortable, she could see what it was like to beg for sex and be denied). I'll pull that out a while, continuing to tease your body until I get you off then we get me off somehow.

I believe that that was the message that made her have to put away her phone for a spell. The date was fast approaching and we were both very excited. She asked whether she should wear a dress that shows incredible amounts of cleavage or one that shows most of her legs. I voted legs and she said "we'll see."

The day arrives and we meet in Union Square. She's cute and wearing the dress that showed off her legs. "good girl." We walk around the park, I'm waiting for her to give some indication that I'm what she expected and is comfortable before I dive into the mischief (I'm all about enthusiastic consent) and I don't have to wait long. "Aren't you going to touch me?"

So we walked the park with my hand on her back, rolling the tips of my fingers up and down her spine, then pressing flat against her back and pushing her along as we walked. We'd separate to get around someone and come back together where I'd put my fingers up into her hair and grab a good bit of it at the roots and give a light tug, just enough to slow her down a bit. Slight gasps on her part from this, good. Separate again, come back to my hand on her back. Separate again, come back and I'm running my finger along the bottom of her dress, just contacting her leg (or as delicately as one can touch while walking). "Won't people care that you're doing that?" No, darling, this is NYC and everybody is doing all they can to ignore anything spectacular.

We walk into the farmers market so she can stop into the lavender tent. I stand behind her with my hands on her hips, such a sweet-looking gesture. But I grab those hips and pull her back against my hardness, which is lively despite the exercise of walking the park. She holds in place for a second, pushing her ass back against me, before pulling away and heading for another market stand. This is tremendous fun.

"What's this Strand that I keep seeing bags for?" A bookstore a few blocks from here. Miles of bookshelves, many creating dead ends--care to check it out? So we walk, my hands continuing their campaign of fondling, pulling, pushing, and adding a few ass squeezes and light scratches.

We get into The Strand and she's obviously very happy about the books (always a sign of a good partner) while I'm mainly confused about where all the shelves went--I mean, there are still shelves but since I was last here, they've really opened the place up; I'll have to do some searching to find the proper places to harass. I trail her through the store, letting her lead, until she finds a good dead end where I follow her in. The aisle is L shaped so I push her past the angle so nobody can see and I hold her firmly back against the shelf. One hand on her hip, the other going straight for her chest where I wrap my entire hand around one breast and give a good firm squeeze. I lean in and kiss her hard, using my mouth against hers to hold her to the wall, freeing my hip hand to come up and grab most of her hair and pull it at an angle she can't follow. She whimpers into my mouth and breaks away.

I let her go without any struggle, asking quietly if she's good, "yeah yeah yeah!" I follow her out of the aisle and we brush by a somewhat startled store clerk--startled by two people emerged from such a small space or because of the look on my darling's face (that rhymed!)?

This continues around the store, first floor, basement, each aisle encounter a little rougher and with each of us fighting a bit more. I also make all the touches I can while we're walking from place to place. After about 15 minutes of this, we head back out to the street. We're chatting a bit this whole time, by the way--this isn't happening in creepy silence. We talk about what we did with our days, what we'll do with our weekends, I'm talking about the city in general, we're establishing rapport and boundaries. It's great. And there's touching.

Back on the street, we wander around the block and end up by Gothic Renaissance, a goth/fetishwear store. "Oh my god, can we go in there?" Of course! How funny that I should wander by this place! In we go and she wants to try on a corset so I pick one out and the salesperson helps her put it on. As it happens, the fetish store is where I get basically no touching done. Corsets, if we're being honest, don't really do anything for me and, so it goes, this is no exception. But I'm not an idiot or too big of an asshole so I say it looks great. She changes out, we're back on the street, and she's asking if we can head back to my place.

I remind her that at one point in our texting, I told her that she'd need to convince me to take her home so she starts that process. "You can touch me more," "You can get me naked," "I can make noise." All good arguments but the problem inherent in begging is that I like to hear the begging so I keep walking along 3rd Ave, seemingly deaf to her pleas. Then she puts a hand on my chest, leans up with her lips to my ear and whispers "I want you to be able to hurt me." Let's see here, nearest subway entrance is ... this way! Yes, let's head this way.

We head back to Union Square where my train is and all the while she's playing at running away from me. She flits down the street and each time I catch up, walking at a normal pace but very deliberately, I grab her arm or pinch the fabric of her dress. She bears it a moment before fleeing again. Except she doesn't know where we're going so she must stop at every corner and wait for directions--it's very comical.

In the subway, the chase continues, again with my giving directions from behind. She's starting to get a good "staying calm while afraid" look on her face--good enough that a police officer watches us very closely and I'm careful not to grab her arm any more, switching over to my own sort of keepaway.

On the subway, she sits down and I sit next to her. She scoots away and I scoot toward her. I put my hand down on my leg with the back of it against hers and begin rubbing gently. The people across from us aren't looking directly at us but they've got to be wondering about this, which she's loving--is it wrong to get these people unknowingly involved in our play? Is it wise of either one of us to dive into this sort of public play with a near stranger? Either one of us could be crazy and really fuck up the other's life pretty easily right now. \[shrug\]

She gets up and walks down to the end of the train car, where nobody is sitting. I wait a few seconds and follow, sitting near where she's leaning against a pole. Her body is blocking the rest of the passengers from seeing me so I more boldly begin touching her body, running a finger along her neckline then down along the hem of her dress, even pushing it up a little as I do so.

She walks over and sits across from me, looking away as she does so, giving me great opportunity to take her in with my eyes. I walk them slowly up her calves, along her thighs, both in and out of the dress, then her hips, her belly, her chest, now back to bare skin, her neck, down her arms, her face, her hair. I can't wait to have this woman alone in my apartment to get a better look but she decides that I don't need entirely to wait. As I reach her eyes, she gives me a look and begins shifting her legs apart; it's subtle at first, the kind of leg movement that one can expect of a person on a train. This, however, is a deliberate invitation. I let my eyes travel back down her body slowly, I'm not hiding this at all, giving her time to find a good position. I get to her legs and start at the knees, slowly letting my eyes ride up her thighs. As she spreads her legs, my eyes drop down to the inner section, first one thigh then the other. The flesh is still pressed together at the very top but at an aching pace, she continues pulling apart. Then she pulls them wide apart with one quick move, holding them there just long enough for me to spot her simple pink underwear, clearly wet, before putting them back together again. I look back at her face and see she's looking straight at me. Dirty girl. God, this dirty dirty girl.

She then reveals her legs in the opposite way, crossing them at the knee then continuing to push them together so the intersection slides up her thighs, causing her dress to ride up the outside. Clever dirty girl (or I'm a stupid dirty boy for not even considering this option). I'm all too glad to watch the frontier of skin approach her ass, though it never quite reaches there. She continues in this manner, sometimes spread, sometimes pushing together, sometimes just sitting like a proper young woman, and all the while I'm salivating and needing to touch her. There's going to be a lot of energy built up by the time we reach my apartment and that time is approaching soon.

We arrive at my station and I walk her down my block without incident, just one arm around her back. Through my gate, into the building, down the stairs, and into my small apartment where the door locks behind us.