Jon slowly walked toward Karyn's house, wide hips swaying, brow frozen in concentration to prevent an overload of arousal. It was working, somewhat, since the slower pace was keeping his huge, sensitive breasts from bouncing too much in their bikini-top home.
It didn't help his erection much. His huge 14" boner had freed itself from his thong (his smooth round ass had a strange empty feeling without it being pulled into its crack) and had peeked above the waist of the black frilled skirt he had gotten in the swap from Zoe that morning.
Sure, he normally wore pants, and the pink frill wasn't really his thing, but it was worth it to see Zoe stuck wearing his blue jeans to school. How humiliating!
He clicked down the street, ass wagging, skirt swaying, boner peaking, and he giggled to himself. How many times had he gotten himself into situations like this? He couldn't count that high even if he could recall. He thoughtlessly sucked on the strawberry flavoured lollipop in his mouth as he wound his well manicured left hand around the three inches of penis now exposed above the waist-line. His walk became much more interesting with the soft feel of his palm rubbing up and down the exposed and engorged member. He only wished he had brought a purse with a strap so he could be feeling up his tits with his other hand.
"Oh well," he giggled again, "you can't have everything you want!"
He went on like this, strutting, swaying, masturbating, until finally he found himself where he wanted to be... but where was that again?
