Op shopping!

After breakfast, Emily borrowed the car to go op shopping. Tom sat at home, trying to get some uni work done, on edge, unable to stop wondering if Emily was actually out meeting up with Bill, or really, meeting up with Bill for the second time in the day! He was a little surprised when she returned in the clothes she’d left in, and not looking extremely dishevelled. Tom was secretly a little disappointed, although at the same time relieved, not sure his heart could take two apparent affairs in one day.

Emily was carrying a couple of bags of second hand clothes. She pulled out her sewing machine and other equipment, and quickly got to work cutting up and modifying the clothes. Tom’s disappointment slowly turned to intrigue as the day wore on, and he kept half an eye on Emily working as he got his own work done. The items of clothing seemed to be losing a lot of material. Every now and then Emily would get up and go into the bathroom to try something on in front of the mirror.

When she finally started packing up the machine that night, Tom wandered over to see a sizable pile of clothes, every single one of them more risque than anything she would have worn just a few weeks ago. There were cut off jeans, lycra short shorts, tiny skirts, several crop tops and tube tops, some tight dresses, and a rehemmed sundress.

“Oh wow, updating your wardrobe a bit?”

“Haha, yep! Someone said that I should get even more fashionable clothes after they saw what I’ve been wearing lately,” Emily replied with a sunny smile.

“Oh yeah, who told you that?”

“Oh, just a neighbour. Anyway, do you want to see me try some of them on?” Emily said, quickly holding one of the little tops to her body and giving Tom a sultry look.

“Uhuh.”

“Ok, well you just sit down on the bed, and I’ll go and get changed and be back out in a sec.”

Tom let Emily pull him into the bedroom, where she then disappeared into the bathroom. He sat down on the bed, wondering if he should have pushed Emily more to tell him who had suggested she update her wardrobe. He wasn’t even sure what answer he wanted, if he wanted confirmation she was back to talking, and probably much more, with Bill, or to find out she really was faking this whole thing.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Emily opened the bathroom door and stepped out in a short skirt and crop top. The skirt was a ruffled design, which she’d tidily taken several inches off to reveal all her shapely thighs. The top was a tight t-shirt, which looked like it had originally been a childs size. It was fully conformed to the shape of Emily’s breasts, a hint of pink even showing through the blue material.

Emily did a quick spin, causing the skirt to flare out, revealing her lack of underwear. Tom gasped as he caught a glimpse of pussy, revealed to only just be covered by the bottom of the skirt when Emily was standing still.

“So, what do you think? Do you think our neighbour will like it?”

“Oh my god babe, you look so freaking hot! But, umm,” Tom said, pausing, “umm, which neighbour exactly?”

“Hmm? Why does it matter which neighbour? Oh my god! You think it was Bill? You think I’m following Bill’s suggestions to wear this slutty little outfit? You probably wish it is Bill, don’t you?”

Tom could only gulp in the face of Emily’s accusations.

“Look! Your little dick’s gotten hard just thinking about it! You’d think seeing your girlfriend all dressed up in sexy clothes would get you hard, but no, really you got hard picturing your teen girlfriend sneaking off with a gross old man.”

“What, no! Umm, I mean-”

“Look, you won’t even deny it properly!” She lifted her leg and used her bare foot to feel his painfully engorged cock. Tom moaned, having to concentrate to hold back from cumming instantly after being on edge for so long. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this hard! You’d probably love it if I wore this over to Bill’s house right now, wouldn’t you? Ask him for a cup of sugar? Or to open up a jar my wimpy boyfriend can’t? Or maybe I should just straight up ask him to fuck me with that big dick like my boyfriend can’t?”

Tom clenched his eyes shut as Emily increased the pressure of her foot, her toes stimulating the painfully sensitive head of his cock.

“I bet you secretly liked watching me get ****, didn’t you? I bet that gave you a massive hard on, didn’t it? Is that why it took you so long to come save me? Because you had to wait for your boner to go down after watching your sweet, innocent girlfriend get what she deserved after teasing a man who actually takes what he wants?”

With that she flexed her toes and Tom closed his eyes and shuddered, not able to hold on any longer. The front of Tom’s pants darkened as his cum leaked between Emily’s toes.

“Ughh, yuck! Pathetic!” Emily said with apparent disdain, yet even Tom noticed a hint of a grin sneak onto her face, as if she’d finally gotten something she’d been waiting for some time to get. She wiped her foot off on his pants, then walked into the bathroom to get changed.

Not quite sure what to do, Tom got up and changed his pants, and then headed into the kitchen to put together a late dinner.