By all accounts it should have been a normal night out. Sure she didn't get dressed up and go out as much as Emma but she had a few adventures she could share over lunch. Yet that uber ride seemed to stretch on. Her mind hyper focused and her skin sensitive to even the subtlest changes to the cool night air.
All because of the weight that dangled between her legs, pressing around down on her sensitive organ and preventing it from reaching full hardness. The teasing ministrations from before still fresh in her mind and the growing pressure ensured her cock's constant begging for attention would never fall to the background.
It didn't help that her roommate had decided to finish up her tight black outfit with a very short and tight black and white plaid skirt accompanied with thigh high stockings that showed off just a teasing hint of her supple thighs while accentuating her luscious legs.
Hope struggled not to let her gaze wander to her roommate's legs but every time Emma badgered for her attention Hope would find her gaze locked to her roommate's thighs or to the window of cleavage so generously presented to her. Above or below, there was no escape from the sex appeal her roommate seemed so adamant to exude tonight. She was dressed for battle and equipped herself with every advantage she could.
In a bid to distract herself hope let her gaze fall to the passing city lights. The wafting scent of cherry perfume ensured she was always aware of her roommates presence but atleast the stirring between her legs would be minimum.
Yet tonight seemed to deem every disadvantage for the caged up redhead. She wasn't sure if her week denied mind or the metal encasing her organ just brought upon a new heightened fixation, but to her the streets were lined with people equally determined as them for a fun night out and just as determined as Emma to impress.
Women whose curves and gifts were accentuated by tight, brightly colored dresses were present in droves, lining up to get into clubs or walking along in their bid to reach one. It was not just the generous cleavage that Hope's gaze fell on - though there were plenty of those - it was the more subtle slits along the sides, stomach and occasionally the back that had her heart racing with glee.
Her organ pulsed with need and along with it her mind pulsed with panic and desire, each moment pumping through her a new fantasy wandering fingers that had her trapped and unable to do anything but stare out and watch that toned soft flesh pass her by. Her hands clenched at her lap, determined not to let it wander closer to her heated core. Knowing nothing but a humiliating and fruitless endeavor to ease herself awaited if she succumbed.
The uber skidded to a stop at a red light and the slight jolt gave the frustrated girl a new opportunity to peel away her gaze from the tempting outside world. Instead of giving her a chance to focus, the jolt gave way to a newer temptation, the red light happening to be right outside a very crowded club.
Amidst the line of people waiting to get in there was one that caught her eye. The bright gold fabric wrapped around her waist - think it's called a sarong - just barely stopped below her thighs and left nothing of her toned legs and thighs to the imagination. The fabric parted in the middle and the slightest shift from one foot to the other provided just a hint of the light blue lace underneath.
Hope's eyes peeled upwards, tracing along the girl's exposed, defined stomach before falling upon her chest. The fabric covering the small but perky breasts is a similar shade of gold to her sarong but definitely of much thinner fabric. How was she able to wear that in public Hope wondered before noticing the nipple covers pasted on. The small flesh colored fabric separating her from public indecency.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Each sway parting her sarong also allowed her unsupported breasts to bounce. Hope should look away, the sight just tightening the cage and her lips parted in frustration. Yet she couldn't.
She was transfixed.
The left hand rose to her necklace, running the metal key between her fingers. As she felt the cooling touch of metal she suddenly regretted bringing along the temptation to free herself. Already the moment they arrived she planned to rush to the restroom and free herself from her prison and jerk herself off to an explosive orgasm not caring if she painted the walls with her week denied load. Or maybe she wished she never wore the belt in the first place, the pressure a constant inescapable reminder. Or maybe she wished she didn't end up denying herself for a whole week before trapping herself in a world that seemed too eager to tempt her.
It's been less than an hour. She almost laughed. Both loving and hating the situation she'd bound herself in. She attempted to calm herself but immediately turned pale. The woman she'd been so shamelessly ogling now looking down into the uber, her short wavy blonde head tilted in confusion.
She couldn't see inside could she? Something with the lighting and all stopping people from peering inside. No, this is just an uber, not one of those fancy blacked out limousines.
