As quickly as it disappeared it was back on the table. She did not know whether to object or not; she was loving this as Rob’s hand came across the table palm up and hand open.
“Phone,” she spat at him, her left hand mimicking his. He moved the phone to above her hand and held it there while she slowly moved her hand to his with the knickers. She placed them in his hand keeping a hold of them, he placed the phone in hers again and she let go of the knickers. Both of them withdrew to their side of the table. Rob dropped the panties on the table, letting the purple-blue lace fabric spread out, before balling them back into his hand. Tammy noticed the look of appraisal on his face as he had looked at them on the table.
They looked at each other for a moment, then Rob said, “Did I get that right? Was that what you meant?”
Tammy took a few moments to realise it was a test. Her mind spun; she was as horny as she had ever been right now, and furious too. The silence was just getting to the point of being too long when she replied, “Yes, I am mad as hell, but I want to cum really badly, too.”
“Do you want your knickers back?” Rob asked, moving his balled hand back across the table.
Instantly she replied, “No, keep them. Tell me later all the sick things you do with them. It would spoil the feeling if you gave them back.”
Just then Lucy appeared back at the table, “You two look to be getting along. What are you talking about?” she said.
Tammy had no idea what to say, but Rob covered. “I don’t know how we got onto the subject, but we discovered we both have an interest in psychology, specifically controlling people. You know the way governments have been trying to control people and force them into getting a vaccine, for example.”
Lucy sat down again next to Tammy, and looked at her, and said, “I didn’t know you were interested in that. Aren’t you only doing languages at school? English next year at Uni too, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, but they are not the only things I am interested in,” Tammy replied, “and I might just do something in psychology, too.”
The rest of the meal passed with small talk, and at the end, Rob got the bill. Both girls thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, and they parted ways with Lucy telling Rob that they must catch up more often. Tammy was distracted as they completed more shopping, her mind constantly flicking back to the table, the rush of being blackmailed into giving up her knickers. And, there was the trigger to go back–the fact that she was now shopping without knickers on. She felt everything from the wind to brushing past strangers so much more intensely than she recalled ever having done before; her level of arousal was not dropping at all.
When Lucy was in a cubical trying on a skirt, Tammy whipped out her phone, found the number Rob had put into it and text, “I loved our little interaction, and I can’t stop being horny now. The lack of knickers is overwhelming.”
Just as Tammy put her phone back in her pocket Lucy appeared with a new skirt on; it was shorter than she was used to seeing her mum in. Sexier too, but it looked good on her.
“Wow,” Tammy exclaimed, “that’s different, but amazing.”
She watched Lucy blush slightly, before she said, “You really like it?”
“Yes,” Tammy replied. “I think you should get it.” Lucy looked herself up and down in the mirror several times. Tammy felt her phone buzz as she watched, but did not touch it.
“Ok,” Lucy said, as she walked back into the cubicle. Tammy pulled out her phone and looked at the text, it read, “I did, too. Happy you are being reminded of it. However, we are not done. You will get some demands tonight.”
Tammy typed quickly, “No, I fucking will not!” and sent the message.
Before she had even dropped her phone to her side, furious at him, another text arrived. “You will or this goes to your mum with a note saying you are sending me inappropriate texts.” A heartbeat later a photo appeared; it was the photo he had taken under the table. It was much closer to her than she had expected it to be, the dress she was wearing right now was clearly visible, as was her little cunt, bald and inviting. She stood looking at it for a moment, heart racing, and arousal increasing.
She stabbed back into the phone, “What do you want?”
Three little dots appeared for less than a second, then the message popped up. “Tell you later.”
Before she could do anything else, Lucy appeared again, and they walked off together to pay.
Tammy was even more distracted now, her mind overthinking what he was going to ask for, and she stayed that way all afternoon. They were in the cab on the first part of the journey home before she knew it, though, and trying to distract herself, she tried anything, reading the road names, ‘Mounts Road, Knock Hall Chase,’ and loads more, but they did not work. She kept thinking of that picture of her cunt. ‘Her cunt.’ She always referred to it by that name, at least to herself…and with boys that were not prudish. She loved how dirty it sounded.
It was 9.30 p.m. before she was back in her room. She dumped all her stuff quickly and locked the door. For over 9 hours she had wanted to cum, and now, this was her first chance. Clothes hit the floor quickly, and she caught an image of herself in the mirror before she loss the underwear and then she was naked. She grabbed her laptop and started it up. As she waited for it to load, she looked at herself in the mirror. Tammy was a good height–five foot eight to be precise–and her long athletic body was a dream to look at. Although her big, round, pert tits spoiled the athlete image a little. She liked her arse, too. That was very firm, well-shaped with no flabby bits at all. It was often hard to find porn with an arse as tight as hers being spanked; all the women seemed to have fat that rippled and bounced as they were spanked, and she wanted to imagine it was her, so those did not work.
Tammy had a round face, with a wide, inviting smile. Her blonde hair was thick and fell just below her shoulders. With a small, but shapely nose below, and big expressive hazel eyes, she knew she was pretty in a way most girls dreamed about. If she could just get the muscles in her arms to harden up and hide the slightly flabby tops she would be perfect!
The laptop was almost there, but she picked her phone back up, lay down on the bed for a moment admired her legs and then texted Rob, “It is later, now.”
She logged onto the laptop, and fired up her favourite porn page. Her phone buzzed as she opened the tag for spanking. Tammy picked up her phone and read the message, “Let’s start with a full-length naked photo.”
“Tame,” Tammy thought as she posed for the mirror and took the photo. She did not like that one; the angle was not right, so she took a couple more, then sent the third one she took.
It was 30 seconds before the next text. “Bend over, facing away from the mirror and take a picture of the view from between your legs.”
Tammy thought about that for a moment. What did he want? Then she got it; he wanted her firm arse and cunt, reflected in the mirror. Again, nothing wrong with that. She got in position and took the photo, then a few more of the same view. Even before she had sent the best one, she was thinking about being in that position and Rob spanking her, his big, old hand swinging into her arse with a whack that filled the room, and her struggling to stay upright, with Rob caressing her arse, feeling her firmness and young soft skin, before withdrawing his hand and spanking her again. Her cunt was tingling now. She sent the photo, but looking at her laptop, wanting a video ready, she found one: ‘cheerleader spanked by football coach’. The arse in the thumbnail was, like hers, firm and young.