The whole day on the verge of orgasm

Max had been in a state of barely controllable lust all day.

Ever since he’d seen Silke in the shower that morning, fingering herself for him with the door open, something inside him had snapped. He didn’t want to just watch anymore. He wanted to feel her. But he knew she was still too in control. So he decided on a different approach: He would make her so horny all day long that she’d put up much less resistance by evening.

The vibrating egg he’d hidden in Jonas’s drawer yesterday was perfect for that.

Morning – In the Kitchen

Max waited until Silke came into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter and began telling her a long, detailed story about his last vacation. All the while, he kept his cell phone in his pants pocket. Using the side buttons, he could control the vibrator’s intensity without having to look at the screen.

He watched her closely.

Silke stood at the stove, stirring her coffee. She was wearing the tight black jumpsuit that “Jonas” had recommended to her. The fabric stretched tightly across her breasts. Even from where he stood, Max could see that her nipples were slightly hard and pressing against the thin fabric.

Suddenly, he turned the egg on—medium intensity, pulsating.

Silke flinched almost imperceptibly. She immediately pressed her thighs together. Max saw how she tried to keep listening as if nothing were wrong. Her breathing became a little shallower. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together while he spoke. Her face slowly grew warmer, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

Max kept talking without batting an eye, while he made the egg grow stronger and weaker at irregular intervals. He saw her tense up slightly again and again. Once, she briefly bit her lower lip. Her nipples grew noticeably harder under the jumpsuit and were now clearly visible through the fabric.

He kept her in this state for almost two minutes. Then he turned the egg off.

Silke exhaled audibly. Max saw her brace herself against the stove with one hand. It must have been very wet between her legs by now. He could tell by the way she was standing—leaning slightly forward, her thighs still pressed lightly together.

On the Bus to College

This is where things got really good.

The bus was crowded and noisy. Max was sitting a few rows behind her. As the bus pulled away, he suddenly turned the egg up to a much higher setting. He saw exactly how Silke gasped for air and clung to the handrail. Her legs immediately pressed tightly together.

She texted Jonas in a panic.

Max ignored the message and turned the vibration up another notch. He could see her trying to breathe calmly. Her chest was rising and falling faster. Through the tight jumpsuit, he could clearly see how hard her nipples had become. She was rubbing her thighs together in small, unconscious movements. Max knew exactly what that meant—she was about to come.

At that very moment, he turned off the egg.

Silke leaned heavily against the handrail. Max saw her close her eyes briefly. Her face was flushed, and a light sheen of sweat lay on her forehead. She was frustrated. He could tell by the look on her face—the mixture of relief and disappointment. She had been so close.

Max grinned with satisfaction.

At the University—Seminar

Max knew she had an important seminar today with a very strict professor. He took full advantage of that.

During the seminar, he turned on the vibrator several times—sometimes in irregular, intense bursts, sometimes at a constant, strong level. He’d set his phone so he could control the vibration in real time without anyone noticing.

He could see her sitting there stiff as a board. Her hands lay flat on the table. She was trying to look normal, but Max saw everything:

Her nipples were hard the whole time and pressed clearly against the black jumpsuit. Once, when the instructor was writing something on the board, she unconsciously rubbed her thighs tightly together. Her breathing grew shallower. Once she bit her lower lip so hard that Max thought she was going to bleed.

At one point, she even texted Jonas in a panic, telling him to turn it down.

Max didn’t.

Only when he realized she was truly on the verge of orgasm—her whole body tensed up, she pressed her thighs together so tightly that her muscles visibly twitched—did he turn the egg off.

Silke slumped slightly. Max could see her trembling. A light sheen of sweat now covered her neck and décolletage. She’d been kept on the absolute edge all morning.

Later in the hallway

Later, while she was talking to a fellow student, Max turned the egg back on at full power. This time, he kept it at a constant level. He watched as she tried to keep talking normally while her body grew hotter and hotter. He saw how she tensed her legs slightly and tried to stand still. Her nipples were hard again. Once, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand—she was sweating.

Max was getting hornier and hornier.

He was sitting in one of the seminar rooms, slowly jerking off under the table while watching her. The thought of her walking around all day with the egg inside her and not being allowed to come was driving him crazy.

He’d specifically had Jonas (that is, himself) suggest the jumpsuit to her yesterday. He wanted to make sure she had no way of simply removing the egg. She was supposed to feel it all day—with no escape.

And when she texted him later, saying she’d only just understood, Max knew his plan was working. He texted her back:

Jonas

She’d been kept on the edge all day.

There was nothing she could do about it.

And she was getting hornier and hornier.

Max leaned back and slowly stroked his hard cock.

The plan was working better than he’d expected.

And tonight, he’d try to take it one step further.