Bikini Shopping!!!

I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when she appeared in front of me. Her long, dark hair swaying gently as she walked, her crimson lips curled into a mischievous grin. It was her, Takagi-san. She had been teasing me for years, ever since I had been paired with her during our first week at school. She had this uncanny ability to make me feel like an idiot, like a small child, and yet I couldn't help but love her for it. She was like a witch, casting her spell over me, making me laugh at myself, making me feel alive.

And now, here she was, standing in front of my desk, her emerald green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nishikata-kun," she purred, her voice as sweet as honey, "I need your help with something." My heart skipped a beat. This could be my chance to finally turn the tables on her, to return the favor, to finally make her pay for all the times she had made me blush and stammer.

"Of course, Takagi-san," I replied, trying to sound confident. "What do you need help with?"

She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "I need a second opinion on some bikinis I found. You know, a man's perspective and all that." Her cheeks flushed slightly, and I couldn't help but notice the way her fingers nervously twirled a lock of hair around her index finger. This was it. This was my moment.

At shopping mall

I followed her down the hall to the changing room of the swimwear department, my heart racing with anticipation. She slipped off her shoes and set them neatly on the bench, then began rummaging through her bag. "Here they are," she said, holding up three different bikinis. "Which one do you think looks best on me?"

I took the bikinis from her, trying to keep my hands from shaking as I examined them. They were all white, with tiny, red cherry blossoms scattered across the fabric. They fit her perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right places. "Well," I said, "they all look really nice on you, Takagi-san."

She grinned, her perfect teeth shining in the fluorescent light. "But which one do you like the best?" she prodded.

I hesitated for a moment, debating with myself. Maybe if I told her the truth, I could surprise her. "Well," I began, "if I were to be completely honest..." I glanced down at the floor, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I... I think they're all a bit too revealing."

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought I had gone too far. But then she laughed, a soft, musical sound that made my heart flutter. "Really?" she asked, amusement dancing in her emerald green eyes. "You think so?"

I glanced back up at her, my own eyes meeting hers. "Yeah," I said, my voice steady. "I think... I think you should wear something that makes you feel comfortable. Something that makes you feel confident."

She pursed her lips thoughtfully, considering my words. "You know," she said finally, "I think I will. Thank you, Nishikata-kun." Before I could respond, she turned her back to me, revealing the most unexpected sight: my hard-on, straining against my pants. I felt a blush creep up my neck, and I cursed myself for not having zipped up fully.

Takagi-san paused, her hand on the doorknob. "Oh, and Nishikata-kun?" she asked, her voice taking on a playful edge. "You might want to take care of that before anyone else notices." My heart skipped a beat as she winked at me over her shoulder.

I felt like the world had just been turned upside down. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but there was something else there too: a strange mixture of excitement and anticipation. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and quickly unzipped my pants.

"Now, Nishikata-kun," Takagi-san purred, her voice low and sultry, "show me what you mean." She stepped closer, her body mere inches from mine, and I could feel the heat emanating from her. I hesitantly pulled down my pants and underwear, revealing my throbbing erection to her.

Her emerald green eyes danced with amusement as they took in the sight of my small, pale member. "Aww," she cooed, her hand drifting closer, "it's so cute!" Her fingertips brushed against the tip, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "It's almost like a newborn babies!" She giggled, her laughter filling the air, sending a wave of heat coursing through my veins.

She brought her phone closer, taking a few steps back in order to get a better angle for her photo. "Now," she said, her voice taking on a sultry quality, "let me take a picture of this little cutie and make sure I'll always remember it." With a soft click, she snapped the photo, capturing my mortification for all eternity.

As she put her phone away, her fingers trailed up and down my length, causing me to moan softly. "It's so soft," she murmured, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "And warm." She leaned in closer, her breath tickling my skin as she wrapped her hand around me, stroking gently.

Her touch was featherlight but oh-so-powerful, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. With each stroke, I felt myself growing harder, more **** for release. My hips began to move involuntarily, meeting her rhythm as she expertly teased me.

Her other hand snaked around my waist, pulling me even closer. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "You like how it feels when I touch you." I could feel my control slipping, my words slurring together in a moan.

Takagi-san's grip tightened, her strokes growing more urgent. "You're so close, Nishikata-kun," she purred. "Just let go." The feeling of her hand wrapped around me, the heat emanating from her body, the gentle stroke of her fingers... it was all too much. My hips bucked wildly, and with a cry that was equal parts pleasure and desperation, I came in her hand.