Life had settled into a sweet routine for Brad and Kate, comprising sleep, arousal and constant intimate contact with each other. Kate would wake up naked other than for the pink panties that were in fact her boyfriend, Brad.
Kate was sleeping better than ever since she'd been wearing Brad, his snug embrace around her hips and down between her legs made her feel safe. Brad would sometimes wake during the night, but as he was unable to get off her hips, there was very little he could do under her dark, warm duvet. Getting up to watch a movie was certainly out!
If he did wake during the night, he'd examine every inch of Kate's butt, hips, crotch and as far as he could see down her legs. He'd then pull himself gently back and forth across her skin which was his equivalent of kissing. Kate would always be lying on at least one part of him, pinning him to the bed and making the impossible task of sliding off her body even more impossible. If he moved gently enough it would tickle her and she would roll over in her sleep, only for him to be pinned down by another part of her body.
If he still couldn't sleep, he'd tighten and twitch against Kate's clit in the hope that she'd wake and reciprocate. Sometimes this worked and she would rub the back of her panties to bring him to orgasm. Sometimes though, she would wake up tired and cranky and push her hand down the front of her underwear to prevent his touch.
"Remember I have a safe," she would whisper, her head under the duvet, "do you really want to spend the night locked inside there?"
"Sorry Katie."
"Good, now snuggle up to me tightly and go back to sleep."
Kate was a beautiful woman, but she could be scatty. The chances of her mislaying her key or forgetting the code to unlock the safe was high. With this fear instilled in him, Brad had always obeyed her and had yet to be locked inside her safe. Anyway, cuddling up to her warm butt was much sexier than being locked in a cold steel box.
*
Before Kate got up they would always 'make love', their way. She'd pull off the covers, open her legs and watch as the pink silk fabric that was always pulled tight across her pussy, pulled even more snugly around her and then trembled and moved. Its touch was so gentle, but yet so effective and the feeling of the silk against her was almost too much to take. Her moisture would soak in and would remain infused in him for the rest of the day.
Kate would rock her hips back and forth to stimulate Brad and then roll on to her side and massage the back of her underwear with her fingertips so they could climax together. She'd then collapse back down with exhaustion, still comforted by Brad's tight embrace.
With a white robe tied around her, Kate would walk barefoot, hair messy to the bathroom. Love making often meant that Brad wouldn't be sitting straight, usually with at least part of him slipping between her cheeks. He could usually retrieve himself from inside her crack, but after lovemaking he was usually too exhausted to straight up.
The only time Brad couldn't pull himself out from between her round butt cheeks was when Kate was sitting down. Kate knew this and liked to tease him by pulling him deeply between her cheeks just before sitting down on a wooden chair. Her almost naked bum would spread out under her weight leaving Brad trapped inside her crack. To Brad it felt like having his arms tied behind his back.
"You know you're good as a thong," she'd tease as Brad lay trapped helplessly beneath her, hoping like hell that she didn't break wind.
*
Once locked safely inside the bathroom Brad would get the first of his two daily reprieves from her body, but even here they would play games. Brad would tighten as tightly as he could around Kate's hips to see if he could stop her removing him. With Brad pulled tight, Kate could still remove her underwear, but had to pull a little harder while jiggling back and forth on the bathroom tiles.
"Bad you!" she'd cry, aroused by both the thought of being trapped inside Brad's embrace and the pressure that he was inadvertently applying to her clit.
"Well it's not fair that you can put me on and take me off whenever you want," Brad complained, "whereas when you put me on, I'm trapped!"
"What do you expect? You're just a pair of my panties, you have no rights."
"I have basis human rights!"
"Why, are you human?"
"Well, 'lingerie' rights."
"Making yourself sound posh doesn't help," Kate gigged triumphantly as she dropped him on to the bathroom floor, "You can just wait here until I put you back on!"
Kate couldn't hear Brad when she wasn't wearing him, which meant that he couldn't answer back when she stood on him with her bare feet and started to brush her teeth in the nude. Her weight, channeled through her manicured feet started to make him ache, but Kate didn't care, he was lovely and soft to stand on.
Kate's showers lasted at least fifteen minutes, after which she would towel dry and eagerly slip him back on. This was one of Brad's favourite parts of the day when they would be alone together and Kate would strut around in just her underwear, giving Brad a rare view of the world. Other than that, Brad's view on the world was either what he could see down between her legs, or just the dark inside of Kate's jeans or yoga pants. Shorts were slightly better as they gave Brad a brief glimpse out through the trouser leg, but that still wasn't much and even that would vanish when she sat down and crossed her legs.
Kate's work was Brad's least favourite part of the day, particularly when Kate had long meetings. Kate had a great posture and sitting still for long periods of time wasn't a problem for her, but it could be for her underwear.
"When will this meeting finish?" Brad asked, aching from the unyielding weight of Kate's butt pinning him down against the hard seat."
He knew that Kate couldn't reply, but he hadn't expected her to react by crossing her legs. Now he'd lost his trickle of fresh air and his glimpse out through the bottom of her skirt.
"Fuck you Katie," he joked as he tightened up around her.
Brad couldn't see Kate smile, but the colleague sitting opposite her did and looked back expectantly, hoping that the stunning brunette was smiling at him. With everyone now looking at the presentation, Kate covered her mouth as if coughing and then whispered into her hand.
"You made me smile and my boss thought it was a come on!"
"Well, uncross your legs or I'll make you smile again...I mean it!"
Brad's pathetic attempt to threaten her made Kate giggled again and everyone looked at her. Fuck, she would make Brad for that.
After work, Kate would alternate between the gym and a run. A run was her favourite because she could talk with Brad and have a laugh as she relaxed from the day.
Brad had been begging her to wear short running shorts in place of her usual yoga pants. Yoga pants were tight and provide a complete blackout. They were also hot and airless and Brad ended up soaked by Kate's perspiration that he literally had to suck up from her body.
As a present for Brad on his birthday, Kate had bought herself a cute pair of orange running shorts. They seemed promising as first, with Brad enjoying the orange glow and the view out through the short trouser legs. But when Kate started to run, her pert butt started to bounce around with very little to hold it in place. The shorts didn't provide the same support as the yoga pants and the only thing left to control her bouncing cheeks was Brad. He tried to tighten up to hold her in place, but it was exhausting and soon he had to rest and just take the relentless buffeting from his girlfriend's behind.
"Please stop! Brad panted.
"Hey you wanted these tarty shorts."
Brad hugged her helplessly as her damp cheeks knocked him around. It was a relief when she stopped and sat down, her sweaty cheeks sliding across him and pinning him to the park bench.
