Under Everyday Clothes - Sex Stories

Under Everyday Clothes

... didn't have the wherewithal to remember right now squeezed past me along the way, and it was almost impossible to convince myself that they were unaware of what was happening inside me.

The vibration didn't feel subtle at all to me, where it was right now, tickling my prostate and resonating against my tailbone, but we'd tested it, I reminded myself. We'd tested it so thoroughly. No one could hear it from the outside.

And the same stiff tightness around the crotch that was making my clothing so uncomfortable right now was also probably making me look flat as a priest in church to anyone who happened to look.

No one knew.

No one knew, except...

There she was.

Siobhan stepped in from the back yard before I had to go looking for her, and stood in the doorway in front of me, looking like the answer to all things.

Like a goddess.

Like a gorgeous, smug terror of a goddess.

By the particular sparkle in her eyes, I guessed that she'd already had a couple beers, and she'd obviously been swimming.

Her long, blonde hair was hanging in damp tresses over the top of her rose red bikini. The fabric was held together with ornamental knots, and the way it cupped her large breasts always reminded me of a present that demanded you take your time unwrapping it.

She had a towel wrapped around her waist, and her purse hung casually from one hand. The remote had to be in there. There was nowhere else she could be holding it. Unless she had someoneelse holding it for ...

... her... but Siobhan wouldn't do that to me.

The vibrations were doing mad things to my thinking.

"Hey." She smiled and tossed her hair innocently, as if she were just like everyone else, wandering around without the slightest inkling of what was happening to me. "Are you ready to come outside? Because we're about to--"

I grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the stairs, out of the way of further party traffic.

"Woah, all right, what--"

"Turn it off," I whispered. "Please."

Siobhan dropped the act and reached a hand into her purse, as she walked with me.

The vibrations mercifully stopped, and I was able to walk more or less normally, although the erection would take more time to quiet down.

I led her all the way up to her old bedroom on the second floor, and closed the door behind us.

"What's wrong?" she asked, only half teasing now.

She wasn't denying knowingwhat she'd done, only knowing what waswrong with it.

And here, behind a reassuringly closed door, still hard and faced with the sight of Siobhan in a wet bikini, I was suddenly having a difficult time putting my finger on the answer to that myself.

"I was helping your mom," I tried to form the argument aloud before it dissipated completely, like a whisp of smoke.

"I know," said Siobhan. "It was sweet of you."

"She was looking right at me when...."

"When I pressed the button on the remoteyou gave me?" Siobhan continued for me. "For the plugyou wanted to wear tonight?"

"I..." ...