Checking that the camcorder I’d positioned squarely in the center of my desk was ready to record, I pulled the stopwatch from my lab coat pocket and set the clock to zero.
Waiting in my study, I tried to compose myself. This experiment had been a source of fascination for me for so long, that now I was actually going to collect the first tangible results, I had to struggle not to allow the fantasy element it undeniably contained to overwhelm the scientific research I had convinced myself I was carrying out.
On the desk, there was a new spiral-bound notebook, a black pen resting expectantly across its first blank white page. As I glanced at the pad to the right of the camcorder, I knew it was unlikely I would use it, but I liked to imagine I could employ some level of professional detachment, even if deep down, I knew that I was kidding myself.
At last there was a knock at the door, and my heartbeat stepped up a notch as Abi and Tim came in. I had chosen my test subjects carefully from a short list of volunteers from the S&M club I occasionally visited (strictly to objectively observe the behaviour of the customers, naturally). Clearing my throat, I addressed them, while pointing to a workbench in the corner of the room. “Thank you for coming. If you could take your clothes off over there please, and then take a seat.”
I marvelled at how level and normal my voice sounded, as I witnessed two of the most beautiful people I have ever seen take their clothes off without a flicker of self-consciousness.
They sat down on the two wooden chairs stationed in front of my desk, and I couldn’t help but stare at Abi’s creamy breasts. They seemed to be silently screaming at me for attention, just as Tim’s well-toned, tightly haired chest called to me to run my fingers across it. I simply longed to feel the warm hairs spring up beneath my touch.
Both volunteers had been briefed, but as they were looking at me expectantly across the quiet of the room, their eyes sparkling with erotic expectation, I decided to break the growing tension by going through my requirements again.
“The purpose of this exercise is to establish how much time it takes to make a woman reach orgasm with the application of stimulation to the breasts alone. Every thirty seconds a different element of attention will be applied.” I turned and addressed Abi directly. “Unless I ask for the extent of your arousal to be checked, no other part of your body will be touched.”
Gesturing to the small coffee table next to my seat, I continued, “You will notice a small selection of tools which you may use when I instruct you to do so.” Their gaze followed my pointing hand and I returned my focus to Abi. “For the purposes of this experiment, you will be known as Subject A. Other experiments of this nature are scheduled in the near future.”
Suppressing a mild feeling of guilt, and immensely grateful that neither of my helpers had thought to ask why we were meeting after normal work hours, I felt pleased with myself. I really was making this sound like proper scientific research.
My male volunteer’s arousal grew steadily more obvious as I spoke. “Tim, you will start by fastening Abi’s arms behind her back. That way, her breasts will be pushed higher and further forward, so the camera has a clear picture for later analyses. You understand?”
He nodded, stood up eagerly, and fetched a short-chained pair of handcuffs from the table. I switched the camcorder on to record, and sat back to scrutinize the scene, my finger hovering anxiously over the start button of my stopwatch and Tim asked Abi to rise.
My eyes roamed over the woman’s luminous skin as she wordlessly allowed her wrists to be secured behind her back. Abi tried to flick her long blond hair out of her blue eyes without the use of her hands and, watching her, I could feel my pulse rate increase and the hairs stand up on the back of my neck
Tim stood to one side of Subject A, and waited for my command. I swallowed hard, determined to remain outwardly composed. “To begin with, can you tell me, with minimum contact please, how wet Abi is between the legs?”
Slipping a single digit between her pussy lips, swiftly and without excess contact, Tim reported back, “She is damp, but not wet.”
“Thank you.”
Deciding I really should make a token effort to look efficient, I scribbled this information onto my pad, my writing abnormally erratic. “Now, fingertips only, Tim, to the underside of Abi’s chest, please. Small circular motions.”
As Tim touched Subject A’s skin for the first time, I clicked on my counter, and was instantly rewarded by the escape of a short sigh from Abi’s moist lips as she began to receive the attention she’d obviously been looking forward to. Her large almond teats hardened, and seemed to extend visibly as Tim caressed the base of her tits over and over again.
I examined the scene, my own arousal mute but ever present, as Tim’s dick pointed firmly towards Abi. Once my timer reached the sixty-second mark, I quietly altered my instruction. “And now, just to the top of her breasts.”
Tim changed his position, and Abi whined softly as fresh areas of her skin were fondled. I wondered if the exclusion of her nipples from stimulation was already silently driving her mad.
I surreptitiously wiped my sweating palms against my lab coat as I observed my experiment in action. My stopwatch clicked. Another minute was up. “Kiss her all around her right breast, but again, do not touch her nipples.”
Abi groaned as Tim’s palms dropped away, and I hoped that the camcorder had picked up that wonderful sound of loss so I could enjoy it again later at my leisure.
She closed her eyes and Tim began to plant delicate butterfly kisses all around her right tit. I was grateful that he was remembering not to block the view of her amazing body with his as the camcorder quietly purred on my desk.
Abi’s arms started to pull at her bonds, and I could imagine how desperately she wanted to relive the strain across her pert tips and abandoned left globe. Counting down the minute in my head, I resisted the temptation to make Abi wait for more than the allotted time, before telling Tim to turn his attention to her other side.
Fascinated, I monitored how Subject A’s whole stance had changed over the last two minutes. Her feet were no longer firmly rooted to the soft carpet, and I could detect the first minor quivers of pleasure as they ran down the length of her shapely legs. Tension was building across her shoulders, her mouth was tightly shut, and her lips were clamped together as she concentrated on the undoubtedly delicious sensations that Tim was engendering within her beautifully curvaceous frame.
My counter clicked again, and I gave the next order. “Stop and stand back.”
Tim instantly did as he was told, and I was satisfied to hear a heartfelt whimper come from Abi as her stimulated tits were left to the cool air of my study.
“How wet is she now, Tim?”
He slipped his hand between her legs, and carefully avoiding her clit, tested her pussy lips.
“Very.” His voice was clipped and husky when he spoke, and I marvelled at how well he was holding himself together.
“Fetch the gloves.” I was aware that my own voice sounder lower. I watched Tim pull on the sheepskin mittens I had supplied. Personal experience told me exactly how good it was going to feel for Abi when they were passed over her vulnerable skin.
Subject A’s wide blue eyes never left Tim’s hands as he bought the teasing fabric to her flushed chest. “Remember to avoid her nipples,” I added, making Tim nod and Abi whimper afresh as, with a click of my counter, Tim recommenced his task.
Abi’s eyes filled with frustrated tears as he smoothed her sensitive skin. I was very impressed at her self-control, and could almost hear her bite back the words of pleading she longed to utter; the words that could be used to beg Tim to stop, or to slip the gloves over her straining and neglected teats.
Suddenly, I had an overwhelming need to be nearer the action. I moved around to the front of my desk to get a better view. Perspiration was trickling down my back, trapped between my warm naked flesh and my tightly buttoned lab coat. My eyes wide, I viewed the erotic tableau before me, my own chest scraping abrasively against the white fabric.
I was sure that Abi must be very close to coming now. Her legs were shaking visibly, and her stomach had tightened. “Lose the gloves,” I said. Abi’s eyes flew back open in distress and Tim obeyed my demand, returning the gloves to the table.
Rather than move back to Subject A, Tim’s eyes hovered over a silver pocket vibrator, the only tool that had not yet been used. Inclining my head in agreement with his unspoken request, I reset my stopwatch. Abi’s glistening face flashed with desire, hypnotised by the jumping buzzing cylinder that Tim was weighing in his palm, before he lunged forward and trailed it around the outline of her breasts.
“Oh fuck!” It was too much for Abi, and as she cried out, I could see the muscles across her stomach spasm as she tried to force herself to stay still. Tim continued to move the vibrator around her chest in a figure of eight pattern, and her self-control finally snapped. “Please, please put it on my nipples, please.”
I stood and hastened to her right side, hovering only inches from her luscious body. I inhaled deeply, taking in the heady aroma of sex that oozed from between her legs, which on inspection, I saw to be slick with juice.
Shifting uncomfortably, more than conscious of my own wetness, I ordered Tim to stop what he was doing. Abi’s eyes filled with fresh tears of frustration, and I noticed that Tim’s dick had begun to leak pre-cum, his face a picture of urgent lust.
I retreated back to my chair, my gaze never leaving my volunteers. Slipping a hand beneath my lab coat, I tucked it treacherously between my pussy lips. Then abandoning my faithful counter, I popped open the top few buttons of my jacket, and began to squeeze my right nipple.
“Now!” My earnest whisper cracked out through the silent room. Tim, needing no further instruction, took two fingers and bought them slowly and lightly over the very end of Abi’s painfully erect nipples.
The effect was electric. She yelled out as her legs shook, the nerves from her tits shooting through her whole being, setting her neglected clit alight. Abi slumped against Tim as she came in a mass of shuddering ecstasy, while I climaxed quietly in their company, surveying my fantasy experiment as it reached its first epic conclusion.
Tim, his round brown eyes pleading with me for his promised reward, looked heartily relieved as I nodded my permission for him to take his shaft in his hand. With a dozen swift jerks, he spunked his seed across Abi’s hot quivering flesh.
As the noise of our mutual orgasms subsided, I did my white coat back up and gathered myself back into scientist mode.
“Thank you, both. That was most satisfactory.” Despite my shaking body, I spoke with professionally detached coolness, satisfied that they had been too involved in themselves to notice my lapse in concentration. I passed them both a fresh, clean, cream robe. “There are showers in the next room, feel free to make use of the facility.”
I watched my volunteers go, wondering exactly what they might do to each other in the shower room. I had a strong urge to follow them and observe from a discrete distance, but I had more important things to do. Anyway, I’d taken the precaution of setting up a second camcorder in the shower cubicle, so I could review Abi and Tim’s period of play later.
In the meantime, I had to prepare myself for the arrival of Subject B and her partner. In just under an hour, they would arrive to help me discover if a woman could stimulate another woman’s breasts to the point of orgasm in a quicker time than a man could. I could feel myself get damp all over again at the mere thought…
Originally published June 2009