Back to the shops

Fifteen minutes later he was back at the shop they had bought the athletic wear from. He made a beeline for the women’s section, quickly finding the display he had got the clothes from last time. He’d picked out the second most conservative set last time, out of five options. He picked up the one that was a little bit more daring than the one he’d bought, seeing that the shorts were just a little bit smaller, both the top and bottom having lost a little bit of material. The bra was almost the same, except the band at the bottom was mostly gone, ending just below the breasts. He thought for a moment, then returned it to the rack. He grabbed the next one and inspected it. With this one the shorts were even smaller, only extending a tiny bit below the crotch. The bra also had less material, with the neckline plunging down to almost touch the bottom in a V shape.The back was also thinner, consisting of just a few straps. Next Tom grabbed the last set. The shorts on this set looked more like underwear than shorts, with a very low waistband, and the outside of the bottom rising up to only leave a small band connecting the front and back at the sides. The top looked more like a bikini top, being made of a thinner material than the previous ones, and smaller cups, leaving a lot of cleavage and even a bit of the outside of the boob exposed.

Tom stood there thinking for a while, before eventually grabbing three sets of the second most daring set in Emily’s size, thinking that there was no way that she would wear the smallest one. He quickly started towards the checkout, before quickly darting back and grabbing one of the smallest set.

He got home with plenty of time before Emily got back. He stashed the clothes in his desk drawer, and then sat at his computer to get some work done.

When Emily arrived she walked in timidly, her eyes downcast. “Hey baby, about this morning, I’m so sorry. I saw that you’d washed the outfit, and thought I’d tease you about Bill again. I didn’t mean to…”

“Emily, it’s fine. Really. I actually bought you a gift.”

“Oh sweety, I don’t need a gift, really you're the one-” she started, before seeing Tom pull the new clothes out of the drawer. “Oh”

Tom stood there, worry growing in his belly as he waited for Emily’s response.

“Are you really sure this is a good idea, Tom?”

“Only if you don’t mind, but I like it,” he said, giving her a reassuring smile.

“Ok fine,” Emily said resignedly, “but only because I love you Tom.” Tom broke out into a big grin, both because of Emily agreeing, and because she’d do it because she loved him. He walked over and gave her a big hug. Emily sunk into it, the hours of stress finally melting away.

-

The next morning Tom woke up a bit before his usual time, Emily still asleep next to him. He lay there, excitement building in his chest. Finally Emily’s alarm went off and she rolled out of bed. She looked over at Tom and saw that he was already awake. She gave him a nervous smile, and then went and grabbed one of the new outfits and headed into the bathroom to get changed. She emerged to see Tom waiting eagerly. A look of astonishment crossed his face, she looked absolutely stunning! Her large tits looked even bigger pushed up by the bra, and pretty much her full cleavage was on display. The shorts allowed her full leg to be seen, and were a snug fit between her thighs. While they were well designed enough to not have created a camel toe, they certainly still got any male looking at them thinking particular thoughts. She strode across the room, and Tom marvelled at the way her ass bounced in the shorts. It looked like her impressive rear might be too much for the shorts, as the back was already riding up, creeping closer to the bottom of her butt cheek. Tom’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched her walk out of the apartment. He desperately wanted to jack off right then, but he managed to hold back, thinking that he should save himself for when Emily returned.

He began scrolling through social media on his phone in the hope that that would keep him distracted, but eventually he saw a video of a woman in athletic clothing doing some impressive looking yoga pose, and that instantly put his mind back to Emily. He got up and quickly cooked some pancakes, trying to distract himself. He left them stacked up on a plate by the stove and sat at the table, hands clasped in front of him.

Finally Emily got back from the gym, once again looking even more ravishing covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Tom’s head turned rapidly, and Emily caught the anxious look on his face for a brief moment before it was replaced by an intense hunger. He pushed his chair back from the table.

“How was the gym?”

Emily smiled at him. “Pretty good, I did legs today.” She walked over and began grabbing toppings for the pancakes from the cupboard. Tom sat there a little disappointed he hadn’t gotten a repeat of yesterday.

“Did Bill say anything to you?” he pushed.

“Oh maybe,” she said casually, setting the toppings on the table and heading back for the pancakes, “but I thought I’d wait to tell you tonight seeing as I have class in half an hour.”

Tom’s face fell, and Emily had to stifle a giggle at the sudden change. With that they dug into breakfast, with Tom somewhat withdrawn, chewing his food mechanically, trying to drag his eyes away from the large amount of Emily’s cleavage he could see. Meanwhile, Emily happily chatted away as she wolfed down the pancakes. Afterwards she jumped up for a quick shower before heading off to class.

Tom got in the shower after her, and without even realising what he was doing, soon found himself stroking his cock, imagining all the guys at the gym ogling Emily as she worked out her incredible ass. Soon his mind turned to their neighbour and how he would have reacted to Emily strutting past in her new outfit. He imagined him saying all sorts of crude things to her, eventually convincing her to walk up the path towards, a sultry swing to her hips. She’d step up onto the porch in front of him, her tits bouncing as she came to a stop. Suddenly Tom came, the vision too much. He finished washing himself and then got out of the shower.

Tom headed across to uni an hour after Emily, and was there until 6 o’clock. He returned to Emily cooking a stir fry for dinner. He set the table and then dug in, hungry from his long day. He did the dishes and then joined Emily on the couch where she was watching some cooking competition. She paused it when he sat down and clambered onto his lap. Tom instantly felt himself getting hard.

“So, you want to hear about what that old perv Bill said to me today, while I was wearing a ridiculously skimpy outfit my no-good boyfriend bought me?” she said seductively, rubbing Tom’s thighs.

“Yes!” Tom grunted excitedly.

Emily brought her hands to his cock, kneading it through his pants.“Maybe I shouldn’t call Bill a perv, when you’re the one who spent several hundred dollars just so your girlfriend could get ogled.” Tom groaned. “Ogled by our gross old neighbour. On the way out this morning, he shouted: ‘Jeez, that one’s even skimpier than last time! Do your parents know you’re turning into a slut?’ And then, on the way back, he shouted ‘If you don’t want to tell your parents, you’re welcome to come up here and I’ll give you a spanking myself!’”

Visions of Emily laying herself across Bill’s fat lap in her skimpy outfit, lifting her bum up to be spanked by his meaty hand, filled Tom’s head, quickly sending him over the edge. He spurted into his pants. Emily gave him a smile, before rolling off him and resuming her show. Tom sat there uncomfortably for a few minutes, cum soaking into his underpants, before he got up and had a shower.