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Strolling into that department store, I notice you wearing that ultra skimpy micro-skirt and tight see-through white T-shirt. It's obvious you don't wear a bra underneath, and I can't help wonder what you're wearing under your mini. Your stiletto sandals only make the sight more arousing to me. My cock helplessly starts growing under my tight white cotton jeans. Wondering if it was a wise decision for me to wear such revealing trousers over my naked member, I find the guts to approach you and ask:
"Hi, I'm looking for the lingerie section. Any idea where it is?"
You look at me up and down, focusing your gaze on my helplessly growing boner, and grin as you ask:
"Is that for you?"
I quickly stutter:
"Oh, n-no! Not for me! I don't use any of that stuff"
As you look down at my expanding crotch and lick your lips, you answer:
"Oh, I can see that! Those paper-thin white jeans make your lack of underwear quite obvious, you know? So, who is it for? Your girlfriend?"
I start feeling a bit off-balance as your brazen words only serve to emphasize my lack of protection. I gather all my guts and tell you:
"For you, actually! I mean, you look so gorgeous, I thought you might like some nice lingerie items!"
You answer:
"Oh, that's so sweet! But I don't use any either, you know? Just like you under those tight jeans!"
As you say that, your hand reaches forward and starts grazing up my thigh, briefly raking your fingernails over the underside of my bulging cock-head. My cock keeps throbbing as you remove your fingers from their explosive position and ask me:
"Would you like and help me try some shoes instead?"
The simple thought of taking you into the shoe section combined with your brief grazing action on my cock is enough to cause a raging erection. I can't help wonder if you noticed the way I was staring at your stilettos and uncovered my little foot fetish. As I eagerly follow you towards the shoe section, my desperate boner feels like tearing through the skintight fabric of my jeans. I can feel precum dripping from my engorged cock-head, the thin cotton material rubbing over it as I walk. I know my short sleeveless black T-Shirt can do nothing to hide my condition, and I'm getting ever more uneasy about my lack of protection.
Along the way, you stop at the Miss Selfridges outlet and pick up a pair of outrageously skimpy white shorts:
"Look at these! Aren't they cute? The fabric looks even flimsier than your jeans! See?"
You hold the shorts over my bulging crotch, running your fingers through them to massage my desperate cock-head. I can feel your fingernails expertly rake the underside as you give it several gentle squeezes. I'm only too aware of the power you have over me as the fleeting action of your fingers performs its magic over my engorged cock-head. You suddenly remove your hand, certainly knowing your expert action had me close to the point of creaming my jeans.
To make my condition even worse, you ask me:
"I bet my pussy would show through! Would you like and help me try them?"
I follow you into the fitting room, but you gently usher me out as you say:
"You naughty boy! I told you I don't wear anything under my mini, didn't I? Are you hoping to get an eyeful? Just wait outside, and I'll let you in when I've the shorts on!"
It doesn't take you long to slip out of your micro-mini and into the shorts. You open the door and let me in. I can only gasp at the way you look as you model them for me. I can indeed see your pussy showing through, and my cock reaches yet unheard-of proportions, painfully straining down my left thigh against the skintight fabric of my jeans. You notice the effect and reach down to fondle my protruding cock-head through the thin material. This time, the fabric of your shorts doesn't get in the way. The sensation of your fingers performing their magic on my nearly-naked member has me closer than ever to eruption. You comment:
"Gee! I see my shorts are having quite an effect on you! Do you really like them that much?"
As your fingers expertly work on my aching member, I soon feel the rush of an impending climax ready to gush through. I'm only too conscious how embarrassing it would be for me to cum into my underwear-less tight jeans. But the intensity of the sensations your vicious fingers indulge on my desperate member leave me totally helpless. Right at the crucial moment, you tightly squeeze my nearly erupting cock-head between your fingers. You remove your hand and comment:
"Oh, My! You look all hot and bothered down there! See how wet your tight jeans have gotten? Did my little squeeze technique stop you right as you were starting to spurt? Oh, poor baby, you must really be desperate for relief now!"
I look down and see how your little trick indeed managed to get my jeans totally soaked with precum. I wonder how I'm gonna dare walk outside with that 4-inches wet spot adorning my ever more desperately hard cock-head. But you usher me out of the fitting-room, leaving me to wait at the door while you change back into your mini. You come out holding the shorts and reach down, your maddening fingers slowly teasing my pulsating boner through the wet material of my jeans. You know you again have me on the brink of spurting as you say:
"Hmm! Still all hard and ready down there! And all nice and lubricated as well! So! You wanted to buy me some nice lingerie, didn't you? How about these shorts instead?"
I can only hope your fingers will linger long enough to finally have me explode. The wet spot you've just engineered over my cock-head couldn't get much worse. As you keep slowly masturbating me through the tight cotton of my jeans, I tell you:
"O-oh, s-sure! I'll certainly buy them for you!"
You remove your hand, leaving me once again on the brink as you head for the till. I follow you, not knowing how to fold my hands over my crotch to try and hide my predicament. I pay for the shorts, hoping I will at least be able to use their bag as a protection. But you quickly pick it up and stuff it into your hand-bag.
As we walk away, I can feel all eyes focused on my condition. But I have no choice but to follow you. We finally reach the shoe section, and you head straight for the sexiest models. Imagining you wearing them is enough to send my erection raging to full throttle yet again. You choose a pair of thigh-high white leather boots. As you hold them in front of me, I feel their spiked metal stilettos graze against my thigh. You ask:
"You like them?"
You move closer as you raise the boots, purposely causing their spiked stilettos to rub over my desperate cock and balls. As I feel the cold metal graze the underside of my cock-head, I know I'm right about to explode. I stutter:
"I-I absolutely love them! W-why don't you try them?"
You step backwards, the fleeting contact of the boots suddenly gone as you leave me hovering on the brink of flooding my jeans. You lick your lips at my throbbing erection and answer:
"Hmm! I sure can see you seem to like them! Did I leave you on the brink of cumming once again? Hmm! I'm sure I did! Looks like even more precum seeping through, now. You know, you should be careful. Wearing such revealing tight jeans and no underwear, you really need more self-control. Now, cum on and help me try those boots!"
You sit down on a sofa and have me sit on a footstool in front of you. You hand me the boots, and I know what my job is now. I gently take your left foot and start undoing the straps of your sandal. As I do that, your right foot comes to rest on my left thigh, your stiletto heel purposely raking the underside of my engorged cock-head. I know I won't last much longer. I raise my eyes, unable to resist the overwhelming temptation of looking between your thighs under your micro-skirt. My cock throbs helplessly as my gaze meets your exposed panty-less pussy. I can see it shining from the wetness of the arousal your little game must be causing inside you. You suddenly remove your heel, leaving me hovering on the edge of eruption as you tell me:
"You naughty boy! Trying to sneak a peek under my mini, aren't you? Now, now! Try to concentrate on what you're doing instead!"
I slowly finish taking off your left sandal. Holding your beautiful naked foot in my hands makes me want this moment to last forever. I take your right foot and slowly proceed to take off your remaining sandal. Meanwhile, your left foot goes to rest straight over my balls, gently wiggling and pressing. Your expert action causes the tight fabric of my jeans to rub over my erection as I feel your naked sole milk my balls out of yet more precum. You must have sensed how close you had me to final eruption as you remove your sole and leave my cock twitching on the edge. I can hardly manage to fight back my building orgasm as you hand me the right boot for me to slip on your leg.
It is a tight fit, and to help pull it on, you firmly rest your white leather encased right foot between my thighs. The tip of your boot is pushing right over my crotch, and you make sure the spiked stiletto heel grazes over my nearly exploding cock-head. I look up at you and see your naughty smile as you intently watch the effect your sexy boot is having on my desperate boner. You obviously enjoy every instant of your vicious cock-teasing game. It takes all my will to control myself as your expert heel massage keeps me on the constant brink of shooting off into my jeans.
Despite the effect your ministrations have on my concentration, I manage to finish slipping the boot on your right leg. As I close the zipper, I can see how vertiginously high it reaches up your thigh. My hands can hardly resist the temptation to pursue their exploration up from the white leather rim of your boot to the enticing naked skin that lies above. From there, the journey to your readily exposed mound of pleasure is indeed a short one, and my urge to reach there is overwhelming. But despite the brazen way you keep playing with my nearly bursting erection, I know we are in a public place. I can't wait and take you to somewhere more private, but I know I still have to help you with the left boot.
Removing your right sole from its explosive position, you hand me the left boot. As I start slipping it over your beautiful foot and leg, you give me no respite, once again expertly performing your magic. The effect of your stiletto heel grazing the underside of my throbbing cock-head feels even more intense. From where you are sitting, your left foot has perfect control over my desperate condition. As I start closing the zipper of your boot, I feel the tip of your stiletto purposely increase its grazing on my nearly bursting cock-head. I can tell from your vicious smile you know exactly what this does to me. Mercilessly teasing the underside of my cock-head, your spiked heel is concentrating its action on the exact spot that makes me twitch and lose all control. My hands start trembling as I sense the seemingly inevitable build of a gushing orgasm inflate my balls.
You stop your grazing at that precise moment, while the sole of your boot pushes over my balls, causing a jet of cum to helplessly shoot up my rod. At the same time, you firmly press your heel over my cock-head, squeezing it in such a way to stop my orgasm just as it was starting. Your expert cock-teasing little trick has brought me into a state of unbearably intense arousal. I can't wait to get some final relief as I feel the warm wetness of my interrupted cum surround my throbbing cock-head and ripple down my thigh, irremediably soaking the already wet fabric of my skintight jeans.
You look down at my crotch and comment:
"My, my! Did you start losing control down there? Are my boots having such an effect on you? You should be more careful! It really looks like you've spermed your jeans!"
You stand up and start modelling the boots. I can't believe how sexy you look inside them. I can see you observing my crotch as you watch my rock-hard member throb at the sight. You ask:
"Will you buy them for me? I promise you'll get your little reward!"
I readily agree, despite the astronomically high price tag. You sit down again, and motion me to help you take off the boots. All the time, you make certain my arousal stays at fever pitch, grazing the soles and heels of your boots over my engorged erection. Your expert ministrations are once keeping me on the constant edge of eruption. You bend down and whisper in my ear:
"Would you like me to masturbate you with my boots until you ejaculate your full load through these tight jeans, or would you prefer to wait and lick my dripping pussy to orgasm before making love to me?"
Unable to contain my urge to get under your skirt, I answer:
"I-I want to fu... I mean, make love to you!"
You tease:
"Oh! I see! But you know you'll have to wait for that and save it for me! You're sure you don't want me to make you cum right now?"
Your heel is having me right on the brink of doing just that, but I gather all my will and answer:
"Yes, I'm sure!"
I finish taking off your boots, and slip on your sandals again. I clumsily follow you to the till, not knowing how to hide the soaking wetness of my jeans adorning my painful erection. As I buy your boots, I can feel your bum rubbing against my bulge, maintaining me in the highest state of arousal to justify my spending one month worth of payroll over them. As we leave the till, I ask you:
"So! My place or yours?"
You flash a sexy grin and answer:
"Such a hurry! Didn't I tell you you'd have to wait? Just leave me your phone number and I'll call you! I've got to meet my husband now, he must be waiting for me outside!"
I hand you a business card with my mobile number. You stuff it into your handbag and tell me:
"Thanks, just be patient, uh? Oh, I promised a little reward! Here, take the shorts! You like lingerie, don't you? Just remember I wore them over my naked pussy! I'm sure you'll enjoy the scent!"
As you hand me the shorts, your right hand reaches down one last time, fondling my aching cock-head to the brink of a powerful orgasm. You kiss me on the lips and quickly step backwards. As you walk away and wave goodbye, you add:
"See you next time, Philip! And remember to save it all for me!"
