Erotic Lingerie

Shelly's holding up a lacey halter-top, made of intricate lace. I soon get a close look at it, I notice it will do nothing to cover my breasts, as the thin fabric was practically transparent. She put the top easily over my arms, and I quickly felt it being draped on my breasts, the fabric tight on my skin. At the edge of my vision, I could see down and it was then I noticed my nipples standing out obviously through the fabric, making clearly shaped impressions in the fabric.

The other item she held was an intricately patterned G-string. She had walked before me, and sat between my legs, putting it on slowly onto each leg, before pulling it up against my legs. As Shelly pulled the G-string up, I noticed it had something attached to it. It then that I released it was a remote-controlled vibrator. I felt her move the G-string up my legs, moving it up slowly, carefully taking care of the little details.

She leaned forward, and it was then I felt her elbows on my thighs as she pulled them, leaning over casually as she worked. She pulled it up to around my waist, inserting the vibrator into me in the process. She stood up, and it was then I saw the remote in her hands, and I felt the vibrator being inserted into my clit, casually placing it in deep.

I watched her stand up, not moving at all and soon felt her activate it, the vibrator suddenly coming to life and sending fresh feelings of pleasure inside me. I manage, albeit barely, to resist the urge to moan, move forward or take in a quick breath as an orgasm shot through me.

She left it on for several seconds, before bringing the speed up even higher. My body went live with pleasure, as though I stepped on a live wire. I felt another orgasm hit me, harder than before, as pleasure rose in me. Just experiencing another, she turned it off suddenly, satisfied it worked.

She said something to him, but my mind could hardly concentrate on what she said. Erotic thoughts filled my thought, desire oddly enough for her to turn the vibrator on again, if only so I could feel relief from my orgasm not-as-yet felt. My clit was all but drenched, and I felt water drip down my thigh, dripping down and onto the wooden surface below me.

It was then I felt them move, picking me up casually as they might have moved a mannequin. She moved me to stand right in front of the window, my body clearly visible to everyone. They moved my arms to be placed down at my sides, before putting me to stand on my right leg alone, my left put to one side, making me strike a flirty, erotic pose.

I stood as still as I could, aware that the top was straining against my breasts and nipples, tightly pressed on my body. I resisted the urge to gasp as they moved me, intimately aware of my dampness dripping down from my clit and down my right leg.

I managed, somehow, to keep from moving into a ball as I felt the G-string activate. I felt Pleasure shooting through me then, though just as I was about to feel an orgasm shoot through me, she turned it off again. Left in need, the pair nodded, and soon they left me alone in the window, clearly talking about other things.

I stand there; aware of just how much of my body was exposed. I held myself still, wondering how long I’d have this time before someone would notice me.