A Story of T’s – T2

A Story of T’s – T2

Tim’s arousal did everything but recede as he watched Tayla’s flashing her exposed pussy at him. Sitting across from him at the cash desk, her fingers resumed their suggestive motion over the tip of her white pencil. She made sure her little game would keep him hard as a rock. After a while, Trisha came back carrying a jacket and a pair of jeans, asking for another fitting. He followed her to the fitting room, and proceeded to change into the new gear. As he could have expected, It was all made out of that same silky white fabric he already knew too well. As he touched it, he remembered the effect Tayla’s gloved fingers had been having on his nearly exploding cock-head. It was that same silky material. He indeed wondered how it would feel to have his cock all encased inside it. It made him feel nervous. He couldn’t help but remember the comments Trisha had made about it. Attempting to think about something else, he started putting on the jacket. Trisha opened the curtain:

“Oh, Tim, I should have told you. You should remove your shirt to start with. These jeans are meant to be worn with just the jacket, and nothing else!”

Tim did as he was told. He noticed how the jacket only had one button at the front, forming an open V-shape above and below it. It exposed his bare chest and navel, and gave absolutely no cover to his crotch. The panes of fabric reached lower over his hips, but curved up again at the back up to his waist. He felt really weird and exposed wearing that jacket. He noticed the label on the left chest pocket : ‘T’s me, by T’s Fashion’. He could feel the silky fabric tingling over his chest. He reluctantly took off his trousers to try the jeans on. They were if anything even weirder than the jacket. The silky white material was so thin, he could see his fingers showing through as he touched it. There was a stretch of fabric at the waist, but below that, both the front and bottom parts were held by a series of thin vertical panes, extending two inches down. The main part started just above his pubic hair, fully exposing his navel. At the back, it barely covered the cleavage of his ass. The fly was of the button-front kind, one button up at the waist, and two further buttons down to close the plain part. There were no pocket as such. At the back, the same ‘T’s me, by T’s Fashion’ label as on the jacket. At the front, two openings running down to his hips where the pockets would have been. They were closed by a series of magnetic hold buttons. Opening these would cause the flaps of fabric to drop and expose his naked skin. It made him feel all the more vulnerable. The buttons were all displaying the same ‘T’s me’ logo.

The jeans were still unsewn at the edges, but they were already quite tight at the waist. His hard cock was dangling down the opening at his left thigh, barely covered by the silky white fabric. Although he now wished otherwise, he understood why they had insisted on his wearing nothing underneath. It would have been outright obvious under the skimpy material. Conversely, it made it his lack of underwear all the more evident. Even the darker patch of his pubic hair could be seen through the thin white fabric. And the jacket was but exposing his most sensitive bits. He came out blushing from the embarrassment. Tracy immediately went to work, slowly working her way down from his waist to pin the panes of fabric together. She made sure they would fit as tight as possible over him, outlining every detail of his anatomy. All the time, her hands would brush over his cock and balls, threatening to have him explode as he felt the silky material tickling his engorged cockhead. When she reached his left leg, her hand went under the fabric and grabbed his naked hard-on. As she proceeded to slowly masturbate him, she asked Tayla:

“Look, Tayla. His big thingy’s getting in the way again there! Can you help so I can get the right fitting?”

Tayla came by and opened his fly, reaching inside to extract his pulsating hard-on and have it point forward through the opening. Tracy resumed her work, fastening the fabric tight over his left thigh. Meanwhile, Tayla’s maddening gloved fingers were making sure Tim kept on the very brink of spurting. Finally, the torture came to a temporary end, and Tim was asked to wait on the couch until his jeans were ready. He still had to bear with Tayla’s pencil tease, and his hard-on kept at its peek all the time. Trisha came back holding the same white jacket, along with a white shirt and pair of trousers. She said:

“Here’s your office suit, Tim. This time, you can put the shirt on, if you want!”

Once again, he had to go to the fitting room and try them on. They were of the same silky cotton mix as the jeans, and the label on the trousers also said ‘T’s me by T’s fashion’. The shirt barely reached below his waist, but he felt somewhat relieved to see the trousers had a more standard style. Despite that, they were quite tight-fitting, and the material was as paper-thin as the jeans. No pockets behind, and tiny pockets at the front, they were of the kind that any underwear would show through. Once again, Tracy pinned the panes together, this time leaving slightly more slack as it was going to be his office suit. Still her fingers made sure he kept on the brink, brushing his aching cock and balls through the silky fabric. Trisha appeared once again, carrying a similar suit, only in a different color:

“And here’s another one, so you can dry clean one of them while you wear the other one. I’m sure this will prove handy. It’s the same sexy fabric, you know? And Tanya will love that cream color as well!”

Tim had to go once again through the routine of trying it on, and have Tracy pin the panes of fabric together while she played with his bloated cock and balls. She seemed to be taking her time. At one point the sexy little tease had one hand down her mini fingering herself to orgasm, while her other hand kept expertly stroking Tim’s cock through the silky fabric, having him wavering right on the edge. He moaned:

“Ooohh, Tracy, it feels so good! Aaaah! Oooh, yes!”

Just as he felt he was going to cum, Trisha opened the curtain and handed him the completed jeans:

“These should be ready for you to wear now. Just put them on, and I’ll put your old suit in a bag for you if you want to keep it. Remember, just the jacket on, I’ll take back the shirt for your office suit”

Tim had no choice but to put the new jeans on. He felt utterly vulnerable as the silky fabric encased his exposed cock and balls. He wondered how he could ever dare go out in such an outfit. As he walked, he indeed felt the skin-tight fabric rub over his rock-hard cock, and the sensation was enough to drive him near to the brink. He went back to sit on the couch, crossing his legs to try and hide his helpless condition. Tayla commented:

“Wow, Tim! Your jeans and jacket really look so sexy! I’m sure Tanya will be happy with them!”

A moment later, Trisha came out and sat to his left. She put her hand on his inner thigh, slowly grazing her fingernails up the material until they reached his pulsating cockhead. The expert sexpot proceeded to slowly masturbate him through the silky fabric:

“My, Tim! Your cock feels like it’s right about to burst!”

Trisha’s expert manipulations were having Tim right on the brink. The silky contact of the fabric over his confined cockhead was sending sensory waves throughout his every nerve endings. Knowing he could still change into his old trousers, he desperately hoped her ministrations would send him over the edge and have him explode. Trisha took Tim’s hand and had him feel her wet pussy under her skimpy red dress. As he half expected, she wasn’t wearing any panties. Nonetheless, the touch only increased Tim’s already desperate arousal. He massaged her to a devastating orgasm as she went on expertly masturbating him through his jeans. Just as he thought he’d reached the point of no return, the front door opened and Tanya came in. Trisha quickly removed her hand from its explosive position. She said:

“Oh. Hi, Tanya! I wasn’t expecting you! Is there anything I can do for you?”

Tanya replied:

“Well, Trisha, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything, uh? I thought I might drop in and try on a sexy dress for my date with Tim”

She looked at the clear outline of his throbbing cock and commented:

“I see Tim’s new jeans are just as I expected. It’s really going to be an interesting date, don’t you think?”

Trisha answered:

“Oh, sure, Tanya! It’s our sexiest model, you know. You like low-waist jeans, don’t you? Well this one has a design that combines low-waist looks with a nicely hugged crotch. And the silky material should keep him all hard and ready for you! Now, may I suggest this white silk minidress and stockings? And these white stiletto sandals would be a perfect match! Well, I’ve gotta go now and give Tracy a hand for Tim’s office suit, but just ask him if you need any help for the fitting!”

Tim was left almost alone with Tanya. Except that Tayla was still sitting at the cash desk and watching all the scene. Tanya asked him:

“Tim, be a dear and help me try on this dress! You know, my jeans are so tight, I could always use some help taking them off!”

Tim stood up and followed Tanya to the fitting-room. His cock had never been so hard as he watched her wiggle her bum in her ripped denim jeans. He felt the silky material massage his nearly bursting cock-head as he walked, and had to make every effort to avoid cumming right there. As she stood in front of him in the fitting-room, Tanya reached over to his crotch. She started stroking his desperate boner through his jeans:

“Oh, Tim! Your cock feels so hot inside your sexy jeans! I can’t wait for our date to play with it all the way through! You like the feel of my fingers over it, don’t you?”

Her expert ministrations had Tim right on the brink:

“Ooooh, Y-yes, T-Tanya, I love it! Ooooh, pl-please, don’t stop! Please make me cum in your magic hand!”

Tim’s cock twitched from the proximity of orgasm. Tanya stopped her strokes at that crucial moment, holding his throbbing cock-head in a tight grip to contain his oncoming eruption. He was desperate for relief as he felt his precum seep through the thin material. Tanya had a sexy giggle as she looked at his desperate boner:

“Oh, Tim! You were so close again! I really love teasing you, you know?”

She proceeded to remove her top, exposing her firm boobs to his luscious eyes. She started massaging them, moaning from the sensations it was giving her. After a while, she kicked off her black stiletto sandals and said:

“Now, Tim. Help me out of my tight jeans, please!”

Tim obliged, unfastening the top button and lowering the zipper. He indeed found it hard to slide the jeans off her smooth sun-tanned skin. As she stood stark-naked in front of him, she said:

“Oh, Tim! I told you I never wear any panties, didn’t I?”

The display of her gorgeous assets was too much for Tim. He reached down for his fly and started unbuttonning it, hoping to release his aching member and drive it where he thought was its final destination. Tanya stopped him short, fastening the buttons just as he opened them:

“Now, Tim! We’re only here to try on my new dress, aren’t we? You’ve gotta show some patience to be worthy of our date, don’t you think? Now, first the stockings, can you help me with the garter belt?”

Resigned, Tim helped her into her garter belt and white silk stockings. Given her lack of panties, she looked absolutely stunning in that outfit. Tim’s hard-on was reaching proportions he never would have deemed possible. She started fingering herself in front of him:

“Oooh, Tim! You know it makes me feel so sexy wearing those silky stockings! You don’t mind if I cum, do you?”

Tim watched her wide-eyed as she brought herself to a seemingly devastating orgasm. It made his own arousal even more urgent. After a while, Tanya emerged from her bliss, and put on the white silk dress. It was loose at the top, clearly displaying her unbounded breasts, and very short at the bottom, barely reaching down to her stockings as she stood. Tim thought he’d never seen a sexier dress. And it was worn by the sexiest girl he’d ever met. He couldn’t help his desperate hard-on from pulsating at the sight. He wanted her so badly. Tanya awakened him from his daydream:

“So, Tim, how do you find my dress? Do you think it’s fitting for a date?”

Tim could only stutter:

“W-well, T-Tanya. I must say it looks absolutely gorgeous on you! It’s just … perfect!”

Tanya replied:

“Oh, thanks, Tim! You’re so sweet, you know? Now, let’s get back to the couch so you can help me with the sandals, shall we?”

Tim followed her out of the fitting-room. He had to walk with extreme caution as he looked at her. She was so enticing in her white mini-dress and stockings, it had his aching cock ready to burst. And the rubbing of his tight silky jeans over it was threatening to bring him over the brink. He was seeping precum. When they finally reached the couch, he could feel the wetness of the fabric as it encased his bloated cockhead. Tanya sat on the right side, and Tim went to sit on her left. Tayla was still sitting in front of them at the cash desk. Tanya raised her legs, nesting her left stockinged foot against Tim’s hip. She rested her right foot over the top of his fly, where the thin panes of fabric exposed his naked skin. The silky touch was sending electric waves of pleasure straight into his system. As he looked down at her, he could see her freely displayed pussy dripping from arousal under her mini-dress. She said:

“Oh, Tim, please, I sure could do with a nice little foot massage before I try the new sandals, you know? Here, you can start with my right foot…”

Tim was too glad to oblige. He had fantasized about Tanya’s feet all day long, and now he could finally touch them. He held her delicately stockinged foot in both hands, and started massaging it to the best he could offer. He found it hard to resist the temptation to bring it to his lips and start sucking on her sexy toes. But she’d only asked for a massage. As he worked her foot to total relaxation, Tanya drove her right hand to her dripping pussy, fingering herself to a shattering orgasm. Tim’s desperate cock was pulsating at the sight, hopelessly seeking some unreachable relief. Tanya emerged from her ecstasy:

“Wow, Tim! Thanks! That was really nice, you know? Now my foot is all relaxed, you can help me try the right sandal. Then we’ll proceed with my left foot, shall we?”

Tanya rested her stockinged foot over Tim’s left thigh, right where his bulging erection was trapped. Tim nearly exploded at the touch. He took the white stiletto-heeled sandal. It certainly was the sexiest model he’d ever seen. He delicately put it on Tanya’s foot, and fastened the straps around her ankle. It only made her ‘I love to tease’ anklet all the more obvious to his lusty eyes. Tanya dangled her foot up under his nose and said:

“So, Tim, do you like it? Do you think it fits nice with my silk dress and stockings?”

Tim could only stutter:

“O-oh, y-yes, T-Tanya, it looks awesome! You’re so incredibly sexy in that outfit, you know?”

She replied:

“Thanks, Tim. I’m so glad you like it! It’ll be perfect for our date, won’t it? And I’m sure the spiked heels can be quite convenient for helping you out of your sexy jeans. When the time cums, I mean. You mind if I give it a try?”

As she said that, Tanya drove the heel of her sandal inside Tim’s right pocket opening, causing the magnetic buttons to snap free one after the other. Her heel raised the pane of fabric and folded it down over his thigh, fully exposing his naked flesh. She moved her stockinged left foot from his hip up inside the opening, while her right heel went down his left thigh to rest over his confined cock-head. Her stiletto proceeded to draw little circles over it, slowly masturbating him through the silky fabric of his jeans. Meanwhile, her left foot had found its way inside and was expertly massaging his naked cock and balls. He could only moan at the silky touch of her stockinged toes:

“Aaaah, T-Tanya! Ooooh, Y-yes! Ooooh, your feet feel so good on my cock! Aaaaah, baby, ooooh!”

The expert action of her heel over the sensitive underside of his cock-head was definitely having Tim race towards a shattering orgasm. Eyes half-closed from expectation, he saw Tayla was watching them and fingering herself under her red mini-dress. It only made his arousal more intense. Tanya had moved her right hand under her dress again, and was fingering herself as well. He could see her enticing pussy dripping from the proximity of orgasm. As he felt the rush of cum surely build inside his aching balls, getting ready for immediate release, she slowed the pace of her ministrations. He was wavering on the edge as he saw both Tayla and Tanya explode in a mind-blowing orgasm. Tanya’s feet were still slowly stimulating his cock, having him hope she would have him join them in their explosive release.

At that moment, Trisha came back with his completed suits. She said:

“Now, Tim, everything’s all ready for you. You can wear your cream suit tomorrow at work, and the white suit the day after. The jeans, you should wear every evening along with the white jacket. You never know when Tanya might feel she’s ready for your date, can you? And remember, no underwear, uh? Everyone would notice right away”

As he hurriedly fastened back the pocket buttons, Tim hesitated:

“W-well, Trisha, you know the jeans… Can’t I wear one of the suits instead to go back home?”

Trisha cut him short:

“Tim, listen! You want that date, don’t you? Now, you’ve got to dress just as we tell you. Unless you want to wear the jeans at the office instead? We’re fashion experts, you know? You won’t regret it, I promise!”

Resigned to follow her instructions, he took the suits and went to the cash desk to pay. Tanya asked him:

“Oh, Tim, be a dear! Can you pay for my outfit as well? You know it’s for our date!”

Tim obliged and paid for everything. He sincerely thought he ought Tanya her so sexy outfit. Dreaming of a date with her wearing it was having his mind racing at warp speed. As he went for the door to leave the shop, Tanya stood up and hugged him:

“Oh, thanks, Tim! You’re really so cute! I can’t wait for our date now!”

Her right hand had moved between them and was slowly masturbating him right to the brink again. He was about to shoot his load straight into the silky fabric of his jeans. She stopped right at that crucial moment and squeezed his throbbing cock-head:

“Oh, Tim, can you do me one last favor? You know, Tina dropped me here, and I need a ride home. Could you drive me back in your car?”

Tim didn’t hesitate at the opportunity. He thought he might end up in Tanya’s place and spend the night with her. He showed her the way to his car, and then followed her directions. It would have been a smooth ride, but for the fact that Tanya had nested her hand up his thigh and was slowly stroking his rock-hard shaft as he drove. She had him right on the brink as she relentlessly masturbated him through the silky fabric of his jeans:

“Wow, Tim! Your convertible’s really cool! You know, I really love sports cars. Almost as much as motorbikes!”

Tim nearly jumped a red light as he answered:

“Ooooh, Tanya! Is that so? I have a motorbike as well, you know? I’d love to take you for a ride!”

Tanya snuggled her warm hand inside Tim’s pocket opening, causing the buttons to snap free once again. As her fingers reached his exposed cock and balls, she replied:

“Oh, Tim! That would be great! I can’t wait for our date so you can take me on your sexy motorbike!”

Her hand was having an increasingly devastating effect on his aching cock. She had reached inside down his thigh and was expertly stroking his naked cock-head to the brink of eruption. Tim was having serious trouble keeping the car steady. He moaned:

“Aaaah, Tanya! Your hand feels so good, you know! Ooooh, pl-please!”

His cock started twitching. Once again, Tanya suddenly stopped her maddening manipulations. She told him:

“Just turn left there, it’s right here. Thanks for the ride, Tim. I’ll see you tomorrow at the office, uh?”

She planted a light kiss on his lips. Tim argued:

“T-Tanya, don’t you think it would be safer if I escort you back to your place? You know, your sexy dress might get you into trouble…”

Tanya laughed:

“Oh, Tim! You’re so cute! But who knows if I might get into even more trouble with you? I wasn’t born yesterday, you know! I’m sure I can manage it. Besides, you’ve gotten me so hot, I can’t wait to get home and finger myself to orgasm, you know? But don’t forget your promise, uh? Please save it all for me, Tim!”

Tanya stepped out of the car, leaving Tim alone to deal with his desperate arousal.

Tim drove back home feeling dizzy from Tanya’s relentless teasing. He walked unsteadily out of his car. All he could hope was he wouldn’t meet anyone on the way and expose his outrageous outfit. His now permanent erection made his situation all the more precarious. He finally made it home and took a cold shower. He hoped it would have his arousal subside enough to get some sleep. But as he laid back naked on his bed, he found it hard to drift his thoughts away from Tanya and her sexy friends. His desperate hard-on was pointing skywards as he recalled everything they’d put him through. It seemed several hours before he found a bit of restless sleep. Suddenly, he heard someone had entered his bedroom. He opened his eyes and saw Tanya looking at him in her new white dress and silk stockings. She put her finger to her mouth. “Sssh”, she whispered, as she proceeded to take off her dress and walk to his bed, stark naked apart from her white stockings. She straddled him, driving his rock-hard boner straight into her wet pussy. They started making love, and Tim had never felt anything so good as her tight love-hole slowly brought him straight to the brink of orgasm. He felt her explode in an endless ecstatic climax, gripping her smooth hands over his buttocks as her stockinged feet rubbed over his legs. The surge of his accumulated arousal was ready for take-off. He was right about to finally erupt as she came.

The alarm clock sounded, and Tim was abruptly awakened from his dream. His rock-hard cock was still twitching from the proximity of orgasm. His arms were waving into thin air where he thought Tanya must have been. He got up and stumbled to another ice-cold shower, managing to get his cock back to an half-mast condition. Reluctantly, he put on the cream suit Trisha had instructed him to wear. He felt totally exposed wearing it, the jacket fully revealing his bulging cock as it strained against the thin material of the tight trousers. He tried to think about something else as he drove to work. His erection had reached more manageable proportions, but was still quite obvious under the silky fabric. He awkwardly held his briefcase in front of him as he took the lift up to the office area. Alicia looked at him from the reception desk and commented:

“Hi, Tim! I see you’ve got a new suit, haven’t you? But don’t you think it’s a little too tight?”

Tim blushed. He felt her eyes focused on his crotch, where his cock and balls were clearly outlined by the tight fabric. He stuttered:

“W-well, Alicia, they told me it’s the new fashion trend, you know…”

He hurried to his desk. Tanya, Tara and Tina were already there, in even sexier outfits than the previous day. They all wore skimpy hot-pants and a tight see-through top, along with sexy stiletto sandals. And they still had the same anklets. Despite all his efforts, Tim’s hard-on was reaching full proportions again as he greeted them. Tara said:

“Wow, Tim! Your cream suit looks really so sexy! So tight and thin! I can see everything, you know! You’re not wearing anything underneath those trousers, are you?”

Tim was red with embarrassment as Tina added:

“Oh, yes, Tara, I think it’s quite obvious. The fabric’s so thin, I can even see the darker patch of his pubic hair, you know? Yum, Tim, cream trousers! I love cream! It goes so nice with the tea’s. Just be careful they don’t turn into creamed trousers, uh?”

The thought made Tim feel increasingly nervous. It was the last thing he wanted to happen. And despite that, he could already feel his precum seeping through the thin material where the head of his penis was trapped. He walked awkwardly to his desk, cautious to minimize the rubbing of his trousers over his desperate boner. He sat down and tried to concentrate on his day’s work. But the presence of these sexy vixens dangling their exposed legs under their desks across from him was making it difficult. They seemed to be doing everything to drive his arousal to monumental proportions. Then, they would stop their little show for a while until his hard-on eased off to half-mast position, only to relentlessly start their teasing again. Just before lunch time, Tanya asked him:

“Tim, we plan to go to a nice restaurant for lunch today. It’s not far from here. Would you like to join us?”

Although he would have preferred to go alone with Tanya, Tim didn’t hesitate. He replied:

“Oh, sure! That sounds great! But I can take only one of you in my convertible, you know…”

Tina said:

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Tim. I can take the three of you in my car, you know?”

They got up and Tim followed them to the car park. Tara climbed into the passenger seat, leaving Tim and Tanya to the back seats. As Tina started driving, Tanya snuggled up against Tim, resting her right hand way up his inner thigh. While her fingers slowly made their way up, he couldn’t help his cock from growing down. Inevitably, she reached her destination and started expertly masturbating his throbbing cock-head through the silky fabric of his tight trousers. Once again, her magic fingers had him right about to explode. He moaned:

“Aaaah, T-Tanya! Pl-please! N-not here! It would be… Ooooh!”

Tara turned her head to look, asking in a worried tone:

“Tim, are you alright?”

Tanya answered:

“Oh, yes, Tara, he’s perfectly alright. I think he’s just worried about making a big mess!”

As Tanya’s ministrations relentlessly kept him on the brink of ejaculation, Tina said:

“I don’t want any creamy mess on my seats, please! It’s so difficult to clean up, you know!”

Tanya replied:

“Oh, don’t worry, Tina! He’s just gonna cream his trousers, nothing more!”

Tim started panicking as he felt he was about to do just that. The silky touch of the fabric only made Tanya’s manipulations more effective. He pleaded:

“Aaaaaah, T-Tanya, N-no, Pl-please!”

His cock twitched ready for ejaculation. At that precise moment, Tanya tightly gripped his cock-head, just as she’d already done the day before. She held the grip until the pulsations of his oncoming orgasm had subsided. All that was left was a glob of precum she carefully wiped into the thin fabric. His desperate hard-on was still throbbing frantically within the tight confines of his trousers. Tara had been watching all the scene, and he could see she was fingering herself to orgasm through her skimpy hot-pants. She said:

“Wow, Tanya! You had him really close, didn’t you? I can see his precum seeping through! Was that the T spot treatment you just did to him?”

Tanya replied:

“Oh, no, Tara, not yet! It was just one of my little squeeze techniques, you know? It does prove quite handy to prevent any premature ejaculation, don’t you think?”

They arrived at the restaurant, and Tim had to walk out sporting his tremendous boner. With the added embarrassment of the wet spot caused by his precum, he felt totally exposed. He wished he’d taken his briefcase for cover, but he’d left it at the office. He felt even more nervous when he saw the name of the restaurant: “Spicy T’s”. They got in and Tanya waived to a Japanese waitress:

“Hi, Teiko! May I introduce our new friend Tim! Can we have a table for four?”

Teiko had a sexy smile:

“Hi, Tim! Yum, I like your suit, you know! It’s so … creamy? Here, follow me”

She giggled as she led them to their table. Tim watched and thought she looked really sexy in her short black skirt. Her freely bouncing boobs were clearly visible under her white blouse. He gasped as he noticed she wore the same anklet as the rest of them. The table was in a rather secluded corner, away from the eyes of the other customers. Tanya sat next to Tim, while Tina and Tara sat opposite them. Teiko handed them the cocktail menu:

“May I suggest the Screaming Multiple Orgasm, the Slippery Nipple, the Blow Job, or maybe the Creaming Stiletto?”

Instinctively, Tim went for the latter, while both Tanya and Tara chose the Screaming Multiple Orgasm. As Tina was driving, she just went for a Banana Smoothie. Teiko handed them the food menu, and wiggled away with the cocktail order. As he looked at the menu, Tim tried to convince himself that the name of the restaurant only had to do with the extensive choice of Tex Mex style T-Bone steaks. Teiko came back with the cocktails, and they placed their order. Tim’s Creaming Stiletto was served in a stiletto-shaped glass, and was broadly based on Bailey’s Irish Cream. As they sipped their drinks, Tina went:

“You know, this Creaming Stiletto? Don’t you think it’s fun how some guys have this little foot fetish?”

Tara answered:

“Oh, yes, Tina! They can really go crazy over our heels, can’t they? Did I tell you about that shoe salesman?”

Tim suddenly felt what could be nothing but a spiked heel rest over his crotch. It was slowly rubbing over his balls through the material of his trousers. He looked at both Tara and Tina, but had no way to know which of the sexy vixens had her foot in that naughty position. All he knew was it couldn’t possibly be Tanya. Tina said:

“You know I never tire of hearing that story, Tara! Besides, Tim hasn’t heard it, yet! Please go on!”

The foot had now moved down from his balls to his upper thigh and enclosed his cock-hard member. He was being slowly masturbated through his trousers by a sexy heel, and he could only wonder who it might belong to. All he knew was the contact was driving him to the brink once again. Both Tina and Tara seemed to be watching his every reaction as Tara proceeded:

“Well, you know, Tim, one day I was in this shopping mall trying on a pair of spiked-heeled boots. The salesman was really cute and as he helped me try them on, I’m sure he was looking right up my mini-skirt and noticing I didn’t wear any panties! Anyway, his hard-on was making a huge tent-pole through his trousers… And you know what the vicious bastard was doing? As he slipped the boots on my feet, he was humping his desperate crotch against them!”

The rubbing of the mysterious heel over Tim’s erection was becoming firmer, getting him ever closer to the edge. Tanya had rested her hand on his thigh and was dangerously close to notice it. She asked:

“So, Tara, what did you do about it?”

“Oh, Tanya, you know, he looked so desperate with his hard-on throbbing under my boots! I asked him if he had a spare pair of trousers. Of course, he didn’t! So I just helped him a bit and proceeded to masturbate him with the boots until he exploded straight into his trousers! It was really a big mess, you know?”

That was precisely what was threatening to happen as Tim felt the heel relentlessly stroke his helpless boner through the silky material. His eyes were becoming glassy from the proximity of orgasm. Once again, he started to panic at the thought of soaking his trousers. He didn’t have a spare pair either. But he could say nothing as it would have made the situation obvious to Tanya. At that moment, Teiko came back with their order. The teasing heel suddenly left its explosive position as he wavered on the edge of orgasm.

As he started eating, he felt Tanya’s fingers grope his pulsating cock-head. As she expertly masturbated him to near orgasm through his silky trousers, she commented:

“Oh, Tara, be careful. I think your story’s getting poor Tim quite aroused!”

Tanya’s hand released her hold on Tim’s cock as Tina said:

“Oh, Tim, don’t tell me you’ve got a little foot fetish as well? Although when I cum to think of it, I’m sure I saw you sneaking peeks at my feet under my desk this morning…”

Tim turned bright red from embarrassment. And at the same moment, he felt another foot start stroking him under the table. Tina went on:

“You know, I’ve got my own little story as well. I was with this guy who’d been staring at my stilettos all day long. He took me out for dinner, and he thought he really had me like all sewn up. That’s when I started to put him off balance. I asked him to go and remove his underwear, so he could be all nice and ready for me. He came back to the table and I could see his hard-on poking through his jeans. As we ate, I reached forward with my high-heel and proceeded to masturbate him under the table right through his jeans. The poor thing was so entranced he hardly took a bite of his dish. I teased him like that all through the meal, waiting until he’d paid the bill to have him ejaculate straight into his jeans. I just left him there with a kiss on his forehead and walked out of the restaurant. I still wonder how he managed to get out with his cum-soaked trousers!”

Tim couldn’t help but realize he was about to be in exactly the same situation. He was right on the brink of cumming under the expert action of the heel masturbating him under the table. Whether it was Tara or Tina didn’t matter now. All he knew was his thin trousers made him even more vulnerable to the consequences. Tanya said:

“Tina, that’s really hot, you know! What do you think, Tim? How would you feel if Tina had you ejaculate like that with her sexy spiked heel?”

Tim turned even redder as he stuttered:

“Pl-please, y-you know I’ve got to get back to the office, don’t you?”

The massage on his desperate boner was getting ever more purposeful. Despite all his efforts, it had him race towards a boiling orgasm. Tara replied:

“Oh, I can see what you mean, Tim. No underwear to prevent the cum from soaking those thin silky trousers! It would be such a big mess, wouldn’t it?”

Tim’s eyes were turning glassy as he felt about to helplessly erupt. The pressure of the heel changed into a mere tickling over his cock-head, keeping him wavering on the edge. Teiko came by at that moment:

“Is everything OK? Enjoying your meal? Oh, Tim, you look like you’re not feeling well! You’re all sweaty! Is that Creaming Stiletto too strong for you? Maybe you could use some cold ice?”

She approached him and took the napkin from his lap to wipe his sweating forehead. As she raised the tablecloth to put the napkin back in place, she went:

“My, Tim! I can see you’re enjoying yourself! Look, Tanya, I think his trousers are about to turn even more creamy!”

Tanya looked at the mischievous heel that was still having Tim wavering on the brink of cumming. She said:

“Oh, Tina, you’re so naughty! Masturbating Tim with your heel right under table while you tell your story! Be careful he’s gonna cum and make a real mess!”

Tina replied:

“Me? What makes you think I would do anything so mischievous? See!”

She moved both her feet out from under the table, and waved them in the air. At that point, Tara said:

“Oh, sorry, Tim! Was that you here under my heel? It’s so big and hard I thought it was the table leg!”

She removed her heel from its explosive position just as Tim was going to spurt. Tanya reached down and held his twitching cock-head in a tight grip until the throbbing had subsided. She proceeded to rake it with her fingernails, once again having him race towards a shattering ejaculation:

“Tim! You naughty boy! You were letting Tara masturbate you with her heel, were you? Look, your trousers are seeping precum!”

Tanya thoroughly wiped his precum into the thin material, making it look even more embarrassingly wet over his straining cock-head. She went on:

“Oh, Teiko, poor Tim looks so desperate, you know? Maybe you could give him a hand? I can always use that napkin to avoid him messing his trousers any further, can’t I?”

As she said that, Tanya lowered his zipper and reached inside to extract his rock-hard member, having it point skywards into open air. Teiko went:

“Wow! It’s all big and throbbing! You must really need it bad, Tim, don’t you?”

She reached down and put one hand inside his fly to massage his balls, while her other hand performed long slow strokes up and down his burning shaft. Teiko’s expert ministrations soon had him ready for bursting. Her braless boobs were winking at him under her white see-through blouse. As he saw Tanya start fingering herself through her hot pants, he knew he wouldn’t resist much longer. Besides, her other hand was there with the napkin, ready to collect his oncoming torrent. As he let himself go, eager to finally get some relief, Teiko’s strokes became feathery. She was hardly touching his cock now, and the fleeting contact was keeping him wavering right on the brink. Tanya exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm as Teiko removed her hand altogether and said:

“I better stop now, you know! The manager could wonder why I’m taking so long, and she might come by to check! It would really be embarrassing, wouldn’t it? Besides, I’d have to give an explanation should that napkin get all sticky with goo! Who knows if she would let you in the next time after that?”

Tanya opened her eyes and replied:

“Well, as you like it, Teiko… Here, Tim, I’ll help you stuff all that gear back where it belongs”

She had to use both hands to manage getting Tim’s tremendous hard-on back into the tight confines of his trousers. He almost exploded as he felt his cock-head rub against the silky material, leaving a shiny trail of precum down the way. Teiko left them to finish their meal. As she feathered Tim’s boner close to eruption, Tanya commented:

“Now, Tim! You’ve been misbehaving, haven’t you? First you were about to let Tara make you cum with her heel without doing anything to stop her, and now letting Teiko masturbate you to near orgasm right under my nose? Didn’t I ask you to save it all for me, Tim?”

She didn’t mention the fact that she herself had suggested it all. Tim stuttered:

“T-Tanya, I’m s-sorry! B-but …”

Tanya interrupted him:

“But what, Tim? Look, I wonder if you’re still worthy of that date, you know?”

Tim’s face turned white:

“Oh, Tanya, please! I really want it so much, you know! Please! I promise I’ll behave myself!”

“Well, you better, Tim!”, she giggled, “You know, it’s such fun teasing you, I think I really want that date as well!”

They finished their meal, and Tim had to hold his jacket in front of him to try and hide his tell-tale predicament. He really looked awkward as he walked out of the restaurant. Once in Tina’s car, Tanya didn’t give him any respite. She kept slowly massaging his desperate boner through his tight trousers, making sure his arousal stayed at fever pitch. Once again, all he could do was limp through the car park and up to his desk, holding his jacket to try and cover the seeping lump of his helpless erection. He spent the rest of the afternoon trying to cool down, wondering when he would finally get some relief.