Chapter 4: The Playful Provocation

She pulled out a sensual beige lacy g-string, holding it up as though envisioning how it would fit him. He felt a rush, his arousal simmering beneath the surface. “Hmm ... no, you’d just pop out of these,” she remarked, placing them on his shoulder like a playful decoration. “You need something with extra coverage.”

She revealed a black lacy cheeky panty next, scrutinizing him with a smirk. “Here’s a lacy one I think you’d fit perfectly in.” There was an teasing intensity as she continued her playful examination.

“Or, how about a smooth seamless hipster style? I love these. Can you tell I’m wearing one right now?” she nudged, a glint of mischief in her voice.

He searched her silhouette for telltale signs of her hidden garment, feeling his heart race at the hidden thrill of it all. She let out a playful laugh, “You can’t, huh? That’s the beauty of these,” she teased, leaning closer as she selected a magenta string bikini—the very one he had become all too familiar with.

Her eyes danced with amusement, catching the slight unease washing over him. “I don’t know which one of my tiny panties you’re going to fit in,” she purred, kneeling before him and setting the panties beside her. As she reached for his boxer briefs, she pulled them down just slightly, revealing his excitement—his heart a wild drum beneath the teasing whirl of the evening.

“Hmm, maybe it’s not going to work if you’re hard,” she teased, staring directly at his stiffening member with a sparkle in her eyes. “Don’t think about it ... think about something boring.”

She then led him through a playful barrage of questions that slowly coaxed him into a sense of relaxation, her fingers skimming over the magenta bikini in hand. “Lift your foot,” she ordered, slipping the first side halfway up his leg, then the other, inching it upward with a teasing grin playing on her lips.

“These are one of my favorites, so please be gentle with them,” she said playfully, her voice lilting as if sharing a secret.