A first weekend with Sara - Sex Stories

A first weekend with Sara

... of the keys.

“Here. You put in on while I get showered.”

Sara headed off to the bathroom and I dressed having secured myself in the cage. Wearing it under jeans was quite different to jogging bottoms. Everything felt a little bit tighter. I was very aware of the confinement.

I went back into the living room whilst Sara showered and made herself presentable. She’d made herself busy while I was showering as the room looked completely vanilla.

It wasn’t long before Sara finished washing and she joined me in the living room.

She sat next to me and placed her hand on my crotch, squeezing slightly.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“Quite tight,” I replied. I could feel myself swelling to fill the cage.

“Well, these bloody jeans are rubbing against my clit every time I move. I must be a bit overly sensitive from all our playing. I’ll be soaking wet before we get to town.”

Just then my phone rang. Rachel was outside waiting for us. We both grabbed our jackets and headed down to meet her.

The drive was relatively quiet after we’d done introductions. We headed to an outlet place just on the edge of town. We parked up and headed in together.

One of the first stores was a Calvin Klein underwear shop. The girls made a beeline for it. I excused myself from the potential torture and went to the shoe shop next door. I didn’t need shoes but I did want to avoid the possible arousal from 2 girls going through bras and knickers and asking for my opinion – Sara ...

... would be teasing me on purpose and Rachel wouldn’t know what was going on. I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall though.

I tried on a couple of pairs of shoes just to kill time. I did end up buying a pair of walking boots. Winter was coming and my old boots had seen better days.

I left the shop as Sara and Rachel walked out of the underwear store, both with carrier bags. They were chatting away. I was surprised that they seemed to be getting on so well.

We wandered through a few more shops. Rachel picked up a few blouses for work. Sara seemed more focused on casual wear. They carried on talking about this and that. Now and then I’d be asked my opinion on an item, knowing that my thoughts would count for little. I was demoted to bag carrier.

We nearly walked past Fat Face but Sara stopped and dragged us both inside. I had a look at the menswear as Rachel and Sara picked out a few tops and skirts. They both headed to the changing rooms at the back of the store. I stood and waited for them with their bags.

The shop was busy and the girls opted to share a changing booth. I could hear them continue to talk as they tried on their findings. Suddenly Sara pulled back the curtain saying “What do you think of this?”

She was stood there in a skirt and blouse, turning from side to side, seemingly seeking my approval. I noted that she was braless under the blouse and that her nipples were very obviously hard beneath the thin material. Rachel was behind her, to ...