Dinner with Max

It was the last lecture of the day. Silke sat in the back row of a large lecture hall. The lecturer had been speaking for twenty minutes already. It was quiet, only the scratching of pens and typing on laptops could be heard.

Suddenly the vibrating egg started again.

This time it was stronger than it had been all day. It vibrated deep, steady and intense.

Silke flinched and immediately pressed her thighs together. She felt her body react instantly. After the whole day she was already extremely sensitive. Within seconds she was on the verge of cumming.

She pulled her phone out under the table and wrote to Jonas with trembling fingers.

He didn’t reply. Instead the vibration got even stronger.

Silke bit her lower lip so hard it hurt. She sat completely rigid, legs pressed tightly together, desperately trying to look normal. Her breathing was shallow. She could feel her orgasm building unstoppable.

She wrote again, this time more panicked.

This time a reply came.

Silke hesitated for only a second. The egg kept vibrating. She was so close that tears were forming in her eyes.

Silke read the message and went pale. She shook her head slightly, even though he couldn’t see it.

The egg suddenly vibrated even stronger. It felt like it was pressing directly against her G-spot. Silke gasped audibly. A few people nearby glanced at her. She quickly lowered her head and pressed her hand over her mouth.

The egg didn’t stop.

She wrote with trembling hands.

In the same moment Jonas switched the vibrating egg off.

Silke leaned heavily against the back of her chair. Her whole body was trembling. She had been so close to cumming that it almost hurt. Her panties were completely soaked, and she could feel her heart beating in her throat.

She sat there, trying to breathe normally and staring at the lecturer without really taking anything in.

In her head, the words she had just written kept circling.

She had agreed.

Loose shorts. Tight tank top. No bra. And show Max something of her.

Silke had been extremely horny all day long. The vibrating egg had kept her permanently on edge without letting her cum properly. When she returned to the flat in the evening, it was still throbbing between her legs. She was wet, sensitive and internally worked up.

She went into Jonas’ room, closed the door and undressed. Then she took out the things Jonas had demanded: very loose, thin shorts made of soft fabric and a tight white tank top. No bra, no panties.

She put them on and looked at herself in the mirror.

The outfit was worse than she had imagined. The tank top was so tight that the shape of her breasts was clearly visible. Her nipples were already hard and pushed noticeably against the thin fabric. The loose shorts sat low on her hips. With every movement the waistband slipped dangerously low. One wrong move, a bend or lifting her arms — and either her tits would slip out the side of the tank top or the shorts would slide down so far that her bare pussy became visible.

It looked cheap, slutty and extremely provocative. Exactly the way Jonas wanted it.

She set up her phone and took several photos.

First a frontal shot in the mirror: the tank top was so tight that the shape of her breasts and her hard nipples were clearly visible. Then a picture where she pulled the tank top up a little so the underside of her breasts showed. After that she took a photo from below: she pulled the loose shorts up slightly with one hand and spread her legs a little. You could see her smooth pussy. The lips were small and slightly swollen from the whole day. The inner lips were lightly visible and already glistening a bit. You could also see very light, dark stubble that had grown since the last shave. The picture was close, clear and very intimate.

She sent Jonas three photos one after another and wrote:

It took almost a minute before Jonas replied.

He sent only a single picture.

It was the first nude photo he had sent her in days. The first time ever that he had sent her a picture of his cock. It was hard, thick and stood straight up. The head was slightly glistening. On the photo it looked bigger and thicker than usual. Clearly aroused.

Below it was only a short message:

Silke stared at the picture. Her heart beat faster. She felt the vibrating egg inside her give a short, light buzz — as if Jonas wanted her to feel how horny he was.

She took a deep breath, put on her shoes and went into the living room.

Max was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone. When she entered, he glanced up briefly — and then stayed fixed. His gaze wandered over her body. The tight tank top, the hard nipples, the loose shorts that sat dangerously low with every movement.

Silke felt his gaze and grew warm.

“Hey…”, she said a little uncertainly. “I feel like watching a movie. Want to join? I’ll order us pizza.”

Max needed a moment to answer. He kept looking at her face the whole time, but failed to stop staring at her body.

“Yeah… sure. Sounds good.”

They ordered pizza and sat down on the sofa. Max picked a movie while Silke tried to sit in a way that didn’t show too much. She only partly succeeded.

About twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. The pizza had arrived.

Max was in the toilet. Silke stood up and went to the door. She opened it and the delivery guy — a guy in his early twenties — stood there. He was holding the pizza boxes.

“Hello, one large salami and one large Hawaii,” he said routinely, but immediately looked her up and down.

Silke felt his gaze immediately. The tank top was tight and thin. Her nipples were hard and clearly pushing against the fabric. The colour of her nipples was light pink, almost delicate, but clearly visible through the white material. They were small, but the areolas were slightly larger and the tips stood stiffly forward. With every movement her breasts jiggled lightly under the tight top.

“Uh… yes, exactly,” she said and wanted to take the pizza.

The delivery guy held the box a little lower so she had to bend down to take it. The pizza box was on the floor because he had put it down to find the change.

Silke bent forward.

In that moment the tank top slipped forward. Her left breast almost completely slipped out. You could clearly see the light pink nipple and the delicate areola. At the same time the loose shorts slipped dangerously low on one side. A large part of her bare pussy became visible — the swollen lips, the light stubble and the glistening slit between them.

The delivery guy looked straight at it. He stared. His eyes widened. He saw the light pink, hard nipple slipping out of the tank top and at the same time her bare, slightly wet pussy showing through the slipped shorts.

Silke only noticed when she already had the pizza in her hand. She quickly straightened up again, but it was too late. The guy had definitely seen everything.

She paid quickly and closed the door without looking at him again.

Back in the living room she sat down on the sofa again. Her heart was pounding hard. She took out her phone and wrote to Jonas.

Jonas replied almost immediately.

Silke read the message and felt the heat rise to her face. She glanced briefly at Max, who was watching the movie and trying not to stare too obviously at her breasts.