Watching a Movie

Max was sitting on the sofa in the living room, glancing boredly at his cell phone, when the door to Jonas’s room opened. He looked up. He was already turned on because he knew what was going to happen.

Silke came out.

She was wearing very short, gray pajama shorts made of thin fabric and a tight white tank top with no bra. The shorts were extremely tight and slid dangerously low on her hips with every step. The leg openings also shifted so that you could see her pussy. The tank top was thin and stretched tightly over her breasts—her nipples were already slightly hard and clearly visible through the white fabric. She obviously wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Max had to pull himself together so he wouldn’t stare directly at her.

Silke seemed a little unsure as she walked into the living room. She paused briefly in the doorway, as if she were considering whether she should really go ahead. Then she walked slowly toward him.

“Hey…,” she said softly.

Max looked up and feigned surprise.

“Hey. Everything okay?”

Silke stopped in front of the sofa and nervously fiddled with the hem of her tank top. As she did, the fabric lifted slightly, briefly revealing the lower part of her breasts.

“I… I don’t really feel like sitting alone in Jonas’s room. It feels weird when he’s not there.” She hesitated briefly. “Do you want to watch a movie or a TV show? With me?”

Max leaned back and pretended to think it over for a moment. Inside, he was already extremely aroused. She was standing right in front of him, and from where he was sitting, he could see underneath her short tank top. Her nipples were clearly visible—small, light pink, and already slightly hard. The tank top was so thin that you could almost see the shape of her breasts completely.

“Sure,” he said calmly. “Why not. Sit down.”

Silke sat down next to him on the sofa, looking a little stiff. She pulled her legs up and draped a blanket over her thighs, but that didn’t really help. The shorts were so short that when she moved, Max could see the lower edge of her butt for a moment. And because she wasn’t wearing any panties (as Jonas had wanted), it was only a matter of time before even more would be visible.

Max started a show and pretended to be concentrating on the screen. In reality, he was watching her closely.

Silke was nervous. She shifted restlessly back and forth on the sofa. The vibrating egg, which Max had been controlling all day, was still running at a low but constant setting. He could see her rubbing her thighs lightly together. Her breathing was a little shallower than usual. Every now and then, she glanced over at him discreetly.

After a few minutes, her tank top rode up slightly as she sat down. Max got a clear view of the lower part of her left breast—soft, pale skin and the base of her nipple. She didn’t notice right away.

When she realized her top had slipped, she quickly pulled it back down. But not fast enough. Max had seen it.

He smiled to himself.

Silke was visibly uneasy. She tried to act normal, but her body gave her away. The nipples under her thin tank top were getting harder and harder as time went on. Once, when she leaned forward to grab something off the table, the top slipped down far enough that Max could see almost her entire breast for several seconds—including the pale pink, stiff nipple.

She sat back down and quickly glanced at him from the side, as if checking to see if he’d noticed anything.

Max pretended he hadn’t noticed a thing. He kept watching the TV, but something completely different was going on in his head.

*She’s really doing this*, he thought. *She’s coming out of the room in this skimpy outfit just because “Jonas” told her to. And she’s trying to snuggle up to me.*

He felt his cock getting harder in his pants.

After a few minutes, Silke slid a little closer to him. Not much, but enough that their thighs were almost touching. She pulled the blanket up a bit higher, but underneath it she was shifting restlessly. Max could feel how tense she was.

He didn’t say anything at first. He let her do her thing.

But inside, he was already extremely turned on.

After a good half hour, during which Silke sat on the sofa next to him growing increasingly restless, Max suggested, “Should we order pizza? I don’t feel like cooking.”

Silke nodded a little too quickly. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Max grabbed his phone and sent Lukas a quick message:

“She’s here. Bring the pizza in about 20 minutes.”

Lukas replied with just an emoji and “Got it.”

While they waited, Silke grew more and more nervous. The vibrating egg was still running on a medium setting. Max had deliberately set it so that she wouldn’t really come down, but wouldn’t really get off either. He could see exactly how she kept rubbing her thighs lightly together. The tight tank top stretched over her breasts with every movement, and her nipples were hard and clearly visible the whole time.

Max had already texted Lukas a good quarter of an hour ago, telling him to come over right away. When he realized the pizza would be here soon, he stood up and said casually:

“I need to use the bathroom for a sec. If the doorbell rings, just answer it, okay?”

Silke looked at him, a little surprised, but nodded. “Okay.”

Max went into the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and stood directly in front of the hidden camera in the hallway, which he’d positioned so that the apartment door was clearly visible. He held his cell phone in his hand and watched live as events unfolded outside.

Shortly afterward, the doorbell rang.

Silke got up and walked to the door. Max could see exactly how she quickly checked herself in the hallway mirror one last time. The white tank top was extremely tight. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. The gray shorts sat so low on her hips that you could see the top of her butt with almost every movement. And since she wasn’t wearing any panties, there was a high risk that even more would be visible as soon as she bent over or her dress slipped.

She opened the door.

Lukas was standing there, holding two pizza boxes. When he saw Silke, his gaze lingered for a brief moment. Max could see it clearly on the camera.

Silke was wearing the tight tank top without a bra. Her small breasts moved as she breathed, and her nipples were hard and clearly visible. The tank top was so short that you could see the lower edge of her breasts if she moved even slightly. The gray shorts sat low and revealed a lot of her thighs. Because she was barefoot, she looked even a little smaller and more vulnerable.

“Hey,” Lukas said with a slight grin. “Ordered for two people?”

Silke blushed immediately. She obviously hadn’t expected Lukas to be the one delivering the pizza. She pulled her tank top down a little, but it didn’t really help.

“Yeah… um, yeah. Just come on in,” she said, a bit embarrassed, and stepped aside.

Lukas stepped inside. As Silke closed the door behind him and turned to face him, her tank top slipped forward for a moment. Lukas got a clear view of her left breast—the pale pink, hard nipple and a large portion of her soft, fair skin. He didn’t even look away, but deliberately let his gaze linger there just a split second too long.

Silke noticed and blushed even more. She quickly pulled her top back up.

“Max is… in the bathroom right now,” she said quickly, as if she had to explain herself.

Lukas set the pizzas down on the living room table. “No problem. I’ve got time.”

As he set the boxes down, he glanced over at her again. This time, his gaze briefly wandered up her legs. Her shorts were so low-cut that with the right movement, you could almost see her entire butt. And since she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, Lukas could also see her pussy.

Max was standing in the bathroom, looking at his phone. He’d seen it all. How Lukas had scanned Silke from head to toe. How Silke had tried, sheepishly, to pull her top down. How she’d stood there—naked beneath the thin fabric, her nipples hard, her shorts so short that almost nothing was hidden.

Max was extremely turned on.

He waited a moment longer until Lukas had left, then came back from the bathroom into the living room. Silke was already sitting on the sofa again and seemed a little shaken.

Max sat down next to her as if nothing had happened.

“Everything okay?” he asked innocently.

Silke nodded but said nothing. She reached for a slice of pizza and ate without really looking at him. Max could tell she was restless. Her nipples under her tank top were still hard. And she was rubbing her thighs together lightly—the vibrating egg was still inside her.

Max leaned back and ate as well.

Inside, he grinned.

Silke had just shown Lukas her tits. And she had no idea that Max had planned it all and watched it all happen.