Embarrassment

The pizza was gone quickly. Max and Silke were back on the sofa, the movie playing. The atmosphere was strangely charged. Silke could still feel the light vibration of the egg deep inside her — Jonas had set it to a very gentle but constant level. It wasn’t strong enough to make her cum, but strong enough to keep her constantly wet and sensitive.

They ate in silence, occasionally glancing at each other. Max’s eyes kept wandering over her body: to the hard nipples clearly visible under the thin white tank top, and to the loose shorts that sat dangerously low with every movement. The crotch had shifted a bit and part of her pussy lip was visible.

Silke felt his desire. And she also felt how horny she still was — after the whole day, after the incident with the delivery guy, after Jonas’ dick pic.

Her phone vibrated quietly. A message from Jonas.

Silke read the message and swallowed. Her heart beat faster. She glanced at Max, who was watching the movie but was clearly distracted.

She took a deep breath, moved closer to him and lay down on her side. Her head rested on a pillow she leaned against his shoulder. Her legs touched his. She immediately felt the warmth of his body — and something hard pressing against her hip.

Max’s erection. Clearly noticeable through his sweatpants.

Silke moved slightly, as if just getting more comfortable. Her hair brushed against his face and tickled his neck and cheek. Max twitched slightly.

“Stop that…”, he murmured quietly, almost like a plea.

Silke smiled to herself. Out of a sudden, cheeky impulse, she didn’t stop. She slowly rubbed her face against his neck, her soft dark-blonde hair continuing to tickle him. At the same time she pressed her hip a tiny bit firmer against his hard erection.

Max drew in a sharp breath.

“Silke… really… stop…”, he said this time more urgently.

But she didn’t stop. On the contrary. She moved even more, her hair now brushing his ear, her breath warm against his skin. She felt his cock twitch under his pants.

Suddenly Max grabbed her by the sides.

“You asked for it…”, he growled quietly.

And then he started tickling her.

Silke was extremely ticklish. She knew that. But she hadn’t expected how bad it would get.

His fingers dug into her sides, right above the waistband of the loose shorts. She twitched and burst out laughing — a bright, surprised laugh.

“No… Max… wait… hahaha… not…!”

But he didn’t stop. On the contrary — he got bolder. His fingers moved higher, under the tank top, right along her ribs. Silke squirmed and laughed louder. The tank top slipped higher and higher as she did.

“Max… please… hahaha… I can’t…!”

He kept tickling her, relentless. His fingers ran over her bare skin, tickling her sides, her waist, then lower — right at her hips where the shorts had already slipped. Silke was laughing properly now, her body writhing on the sofa. She tried to push his hands away, but he was stronger.

The tank top slipped all the way up. Both breasts were now completely exposed. The light pink, hard nipples pointed into the air. Silke instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms, but Max kept tickling her — now also on the sides of her breasts, right in the sensitive spots.

“Hahaha… no… not there… please… Max… hahaha… I’m begging you…!”

She laughed so loudly it was almost hysterical. Tears were in her eyes.

Max took advantage of her helplessness. While she laughed and squirmed, he pushed her shorts even further down. Her bare, swollen pussy was now completely visible — the wet lips, the slight shine, the light stubble.

Max stared for a moment, but he didn’t stop tickling.

His fingers now moved to her breasts too. He tickled the underside of her tits, right at the sensitive spots. Silke cried out with laughter, her body arching. She couldn’t fight back — every time she tried to push his hands away, he only tickled her worse.

“Max… please… I can’t take it anymore… hahaha… it’s too much… please…!”

He was now tickling her groin too — exactly where the shorts had almost completely slipped down. His fingers brushed against her wet pussy. Silke twitched, laughed and moaned at the same time. The mix of tickling, arousal and shame was overwhelming.

The vibrating egg was now vibrating stronger. She was close to cumming — but the tickling made it almost impossible to concentrate on it.

Max kept tickling. He tickled her armpits, her sides, her breasts, her groin — everywhere. Silke laughed so loudly she could barely breathe. She begged, pleaded, writhed under him, but he wouldn’t stop.

At some point — while she was laughing particularly hard and arching her body — the vibrating egg suddenly slipped out. It slid out of her wet pussy and landed with a soft, wet sound on the sofa between her legs.

Silke froze for a split second.

Max saw it.

The egg lay there — glistening, wet, right next to her open, bare pussy. Her tits were completely exposed, the shorts totally shifted, everything was visible.

The embarrassing silence lasted only a moment.

Silke turned bright red. She desperately tried to cover herself — but it was too late. Max stared at her, his face a mixture of shock, arousal and something like triumph.

Silke jumped up, covered her breasts and between her legs with her hands and ran as fast as she could into Jonas’ room. The door slammed shut behind her.

She threw herself onto the bed, her heart racing, her body still trembling from the tickling and the suppressed arousal. The egg was still in her hand — wet and warm.

With trembling fingers she wrote to Jonas.

She lay there, naked except for the shifted shorts, and waited for his reply. Her body was still burning from his tickling fingers. And deep inside her throbbed the emptiness the egg had left behind.