Thanks to my link with Minx, I seem to be developing the occasional new ability. They’re not always reliable and don’t always last very long, but they are usually interesting.
This past weekend, a new thing popped up. Martine and I were doing some shopping–I was treating myself to new clothes. We passed in front of a lingerie shop and I thought it’d be a good idea if she bought something for herself at the same time (and let’s not kid ourselves, lingerie is a gift for both of us, right?).
So we went in this place called Senza. Martine browsed through the aisles, selecting a few items she thought would make her look sexy. (Frankly, anything makes her sexy, if you ask me.) She finally circled back to me and showd me her selections. One of them, something with a high cut, looked so tiny that I thought it was going to give her a wedgie. I couldn’t help picture it in my mind–the slim fabric slipping out of place, pushing and rubbing against her crotch. I was interrupted from my reverie by a gasp from Martine. I looked at her and realized her squirming wasn’t normal. Her arousal had shot up, but not from anything I’d done to her (I can tell the difference–this time, it was from physical stimulation, not a magical “nudge”). She put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“Wedgie!” she said, exhaling sharply.
She reached down to discreetly “readjust” her underwear through her skirt, but that didn’t work. She looked at me with suspicion.
“Are… you doing this?”
I gave her a puzzled look.
“I don’t think so…”
“Because these panties… AH! …have never done that. And now, even if I pull them out, they slip back in… Oooh…”
I decided to experiment, just in case it was something new. I focused on her panties and “willed” them to start rubbing back and forth, gently caressing her lady parts. She dropped the lingerie and held me with both hands, gasping for air. She looked at me with a mock-accusing expression, repressing a smile. She knew what was going on, and so did I. I wondered if I could do the same thing with her bra, so I focused on that as well. Panties rubbing her crotch, bra caressing her nipples. She moaned and looked around quickly.
“I’m… aaah… I’m going to need a bathroom…”
I pointed to a changing room instead. “I think that’s closer.”
She looked at me with this “you’re-gonna-pay-for-this” glare and headed to the cabinet on wobbly, unsteady legs. I grabbed the lingerie she’d forgotten and chased after her, simultaneously willing for her underwear to speed up the friction. It was really hot, watching her stumble on her way to the changing room. Her breathing was so fast and ragged that I didn’t think she’d make it in time before the orgasm hit her.
I’m glad to report it all worked out. She was successful in a few things: 1) having a powerful climax; 2) managing to stay mostly silent through the ordeal; and 3) getting rid of her bra and panties, and going commando for the rest of the day.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
