Another morning run

The next morning Emily wore the same style of outfit as the day before. She had time to give Tom his recap and over the clothes massage before breakfast, though Tom was a little disappointed to hear that Bill had basically just reextended his offer to give Emily a spanking. It still only took an extra twenty seconds looking at Emily in her sexy clothes, skin shiny with sweat, as she rubbed him through the slightly rough fabric of his pants to get him off.

The next morning, he decided he wanted to see the interaction first hand, so a couple of minutes before Emily was normally due back he headed out to the car and pretended to fuss around with stuff in there, always keeping an eye out for Emily returning from her run. She arrived right on time, slowing down as she saw Tom.

“Maybe you’re not keen on spankings right now, but you will be after I’ve got you hooked on this massive cock!” they both heard Bill shout from his chair. Emily slowed to a stop in front of his house, still not giving him any sign that she’d heard him at all. Unknown to Bill, she was staring straight into Tom’s eyes, her face completely blank.

“Just come on up and I’ll…” Bill continued before suddenly falling silent as he watched Emily pivot to face away from him and then slowly bend at the waist, reaching towards the ground as she stretched out her hamstrings. She kept her back arched as she touched the ground, showing off her flexibility, while also showing off her breathtaking butt to Bill. After holding the stretch for what felt like an eternity to Tom, but was in fact 30 seconds, she turned around and lifted one leg and placed it up on Bill’s fence. Then she leant forward and grabbed her foot, no doubt giving Bill an excellent look down her top. Bill finally managed to pick his jaw up off the ground. “Oh fuck yeah, I always knew you were a horny slut, keep showing me that tight body!”

“Piss off you old perv, I’m just stretching, something I’m sure you would have learnt about if you’d done even a second of exercise in your sad life!” Emily retorted, switching legs.

“Pff, never needed to exercise, I can hardly keep girls off me once they find out about my dick, if I was fit as well I’d probably end up dead, smothered by pussy.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, jerk off,” Emily said dismissively, bringing her leg down and stalking into our apartment. Tom waited several painful moments, not wanting to draw any attention to himself from Bill, before he followed her in. The moment he walked in the door, Emily jumped on him, pulling him into a deep kiss. After intertwining her tongue with his for several seconds, she manoeuvred him backwards and then pushed him back into a seat. She dropped to her knees. Tom’s heart leapt, hoping she might be horny enough for today to be the day she gave him a blowjob.

She grabbed his waistband and pulled his pants down to his ankles, then grabbed his cock with both hands. She slowly began stroking him. “Did you like my little show for Bill today? It actually shut him up for a second there, I might have to do it more often,” she said with a mischievous grin. She’d sped up her hands as they pumped up and down his cock and was slowly moving her head closer to his throbbing erection as she spoke. “What do you think he liked better, my tits or my ass? He got to see way more of my tits in this shirt you made me wear. Although he also got to see way more of my butt than anyone else ever has with the way it rode up when I bent over.”

Emily’s face was now hovering right over Tom’s cock, her tongue coming within a centimetre of grazing the head as she spoke. Tom was desperately trying to hold back the urge to cum, wanting nothing more than to feel her mouth on his cock.

“You’re the only guy who’s ever seen my nipples, do you think I should let one ‘accidently’ pop out next time I stretch? It could be dangerous, he might want to show me his massive cock in return, and then you know I’d have **** but to sleep with him.”

“Oh fuck!” Tom shouted. Emily’s tongue was now mere millimetres of his cock, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m about to-”

Emily quickly pulled her head back, as she continued to stroke his cock, pointing it straight up. He began to spurt his load, just missing her face. It shot up before landing on her hands and his thighs. Tom let his head fall back, happy for the release, but disappointed by not being able to hold out longer. Emily stood and walked to the sink to wash her hands. She returned with paper towel to clean Tom off.

They were both subdued for the rest of the morning as they readied themselves for uni. They headed across together, and Tom gave Emily a tight hug before they parted ways.

Tom began feeling more and more guilty as the day wore on, as well as ashamed at how turned on he’d gotten watching their gross old neighbour staring at his beautiful, young girlfriends body. By the time he got home knew he had to apologise to Emily and get rid of the new clothes. He didn’t want to lose a girl who was way out of league by getting her involved in some gross fantasy of his.

“Hey Emily, I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting the last week,” he said as he walked into the apartment. “I think that maybe we should just throw out the…” He suddenly stopped as he entered the bedroom. Emily stood before him, dressed in the final outfit. The most daring one. The one which left half her butt and half her tits hanging out, and clung tightly to what it did cover.

“Oh hey baby, I thought I’d try on the last outfit my very naughty boyfriend bought me,” she said sultrily. Tom looked at her in awe. She looked incredible, the snug bottoms allowing anyone watching to fully appreciate her perfect legs and abdomen. The top had the same amount of cleavage as the last one, but also allowed some of the outer sides of her breasts to be seen. It was also thinner and Tom could see the bump of her nipple. “Do you think Bill will like it?” she said, giving Tom a spin. The back of the bottoms definitely seemed to be designed for someone with a less impressive ass, as you could see a full half of her cheeks. Her sculpted back was almost entirely bare, crossed only by the thin elastic of the top.

Tom blinked in astonishment several times, before remembering what he had been saying just before. “You look incredible honey, but are you really sure you want to wear that on your run? Wear it in front of Bill? Maybe we should just stop this whole stupid thing.”

“Are you sure Tom? Is that what you really want? Because I will stop if you ask me to, but I’ve kind of enjoyed being able to do something to get you so excited,” she said, eyes looking down at the ground nervously. “I love you Tom, and I know that I’m a bit of a prude when it comes to sex and have been taking my sweet time, so I was happy when we found something I could do for you.” She lifted her gaze back up to meet his, and all his worry and self loathing instantly melted away as he gazed into her enormous eyes, feeling her immense love for him.

“I love you so much babe,” he whispered.

“I love you too” she whispered back, grabbing his hands and pulling him to her. She gently brought her lips to his. He returned the kiss, and gradually the intensity increased. Soon they were hungrily making out, their hands roaming each other's bodies. Suddenly Emily pulled back. “Ok, I think that’s enough, we have to leave you with plenty of energy for Monday,” she said with a pat on his cheek, before she turned around and disappeared into the bathroom. Tom groaned upon realising he’d have to wait two whole days to see her in action in the tiny outfit. Emily reemerged wearing old jeans and a shirt and sat down to do some study. Tom made a start on dinner, knowing there was no way he could concentrate on studying in his current state.

Tom and Emily spent the weekend catching up on uni work that they’d been too distracted to complete during the week. Luckily Tom managed to keep his mind mostly on task, and off of thinking dirty thoughts about Emily and Bill. On Sunday afternoon he found his arousal rapidly rising as he couldn't help but think about what was coming up tomorrow. He went to where Emily was working away at the table and sat down next to her.

“So, you looking forward to tomorrow?” he asked suggestively.

“Mhm,” Emily responded, not paying him much attention.

“You excited to wear that little outfit for your boyfriend?”

“You mean for Bill, right?” she said, giving him a knowing smile.

Tom paused for a second. He hadn’t been ready for that. It only added fuel to the fire, and he felt his dick throbbing now. “Oh, is that how it is?” he said, rubbing his hand on her thigh. “Are you excited to show off your perfect teen body to our gross old creep of a neighbour?”

He heard Emily moan softly, before she grabbed his hand off her leg and placed it in his lap. “You know I am. But none of that now, you need to save yourself for tomorrow.” Tom groaned, but reluctantly got up and began looking through the fridge for ingredients for dinner to get his mind off tomorrow.

That night in bed, Tom began rubbing his hand up and down Emily’s thigh, **** for her to give him some release. He had been tempted to masturbate earlier when he’d seen the outfit sitting on the bathroom counter, ready for tomorrow, but was too ashamed that Emily would think he was weak willed after she had told him to save himself for tomorrow. Emily quickly turned down his advance, slapping his hand away.

“Bad boy Tom,” she said playfully. “You have to wait until tomorrow.”