Their Underwear Want Some New Action

To the surprise of James and Sierra their bodies are locked in place. Hands at their sides, their clothes stop moving. Looking at each other Sierra makes a small embarrassed chuckle and James rolls his eyes. Even though he was supposed to be still he felt his crimson boxers shuffling and moving under his sweatpants. Then somehow he feels his boxers shift off of him! He looks down in a panic and looks to see if Sierra is dealing with a similar problem. Sierra begins to feel similar things in her sensitive regions as her jeans and blouse begin vibrating. She feels her bra unsnap and thong begin to slide around and then her underwear is off too!

Sierra’s bra flies through her cleavage leaving her boobs to bounce without them. Her jeans unzip and her thong flies right between the cracks letting in a draft to her pussy. James boxers shuffle through his pant leg and pops from bottom and flies up leaving the dick unattended and limp. The underwear floating in the air fill out to the size of their respective owners. Bulging there seems to be an invisible penis in James’ boxers and piercing through Sierra’s bra would be invisible nipples.

“Your name is Sierra?”

“Yes? How did you know?”

“You put your name on the tags of your underwear. I thought only kids did that because their parents told them too.”

“Well…”

Sierra blushes and looks back at the floating clothes in front of them. The underwear spin around in a circle as their owners look in confused awe. Picking up speed they break the circle and split off diving towards the wrong owner!

James’ boxers fly to the top of Sierra’s breasts. Staring up at them Sierra opens her mouth in protest but before she could speak the boxers flew into her blouse! She screams in surprise as her breasts are moved and fumbled by the boxers. Looking down she can see what the boxers are doing. They’ve situated each tit into one leg hole giving them more control and space coverage than even her bra had. Biting her lip to stifle a moan she realizes her boobs have never been played with so effectively. Each pant leg envelopes her tits completely except her nipple. They begin rotating her breasts in figure eight motions. With so much action going beneath the surface her blouse stretches out and pulls down to let James’ boxers do more work. With more room for work the boxers pull her breasts up and squeeze. Sierra coos as she looks at her extended breasts. She looks up to see James staring downwards. They meet eyes and embarrassed they both look away.

“James what the hell? Tell your boxers to stop, do something, anything at all but this!”

“If I could control my clothes, do you think I’d be here? Forget that your thong and bra-“

As soon as James mentioned them they zip towards him. In shock James can’t say anything as the thong dives into his sweatpants and bra flies up into his shirt. He feels the bra moving under his shirt. He looks to Sierra in desperation but sees she’s given up. Lost in the euphoria of her breasts being kneaded. Seeing Sierra give up the last bit of fight in her, James’ fight had dissipated. Letting his feelings take over he hears the bra snap into place and cover his nipples. In his experiences with his lovers they’ve only played with his size and face. The attention his nipples were getting was brand new to him. The feeling of them being flicked and pinched brought him to the edge even faster than expected. Ecstatic about the new rush of pleasure he leans into Sierra’s bra letting them even more control.