She can choose

“You can choose my clothes,” you tell her.

“Good girl,” she praised you with a smile. “Now let me take care of you.”

She hugs you from behind and sits down, forcing you to sit on her lap, riding her left thigh. She begins to rub the outside of your diaper until you get hard. She continues to stroke you though the diaper, up and down, the diaper crinkling with each movement. Your breath quickens when she reaches into the front of your diaper and continues to stimulate you. She breathes into your ear, tracing the outside of your ear with her tongue, making everything feel all the more intimate.

You’re on the edge when she takes her hand out of your diaper and begins to slowly bump her leg up and down, pressing into your diaper each time, crinkling loudly. You quickly joined in, adding to the motion, and it wasn’t long until you came, letting out a brief, feminine moan as you did. You hoped she didn’t notice that.

She keeps moving her leg even after you finished, making it more and more difficult to suppress further moans as your sensitive penis rubbed against the diaper.

Finally, she stopped, and pulled you into a brief hug, before she got up to choose your clothes. You weren’t quite sure, but you thought you could feel her nipples through her shirt. Was she turned on?