Bad time for a phone call.

Before you can finish explaining, you let out an unintentional whimper as the phone slid down into the front of your bikini bottoms begins to vibrate on and off. Vrr. Vrr. Vrr. Hannah's phone is calling a call. Is it her? Is she done already? You can't bring yourself to think, because it's vibrating tightly against your...

Your face fills with red as your knees buckle. One of your arms is covering your breasts, and the other hand is still being held by the young man in front of you. You can't take the phone out! Vrr. Vrr. Vrr.

Mumbling, you plead for him to let go, but it seems as if he knows. The phone is sticking up from the bottoms, and he can hear it as well. He grins wide, and only holds that hand even tighter.

"Oh. You might want to get that call," he says coyly.

To answer it, you need to lower the arm covering your tits, and he knows that!