Last Monday, Cy came over “just to keep me company.” Of course, that plan went out the window almost immediately. One thing led to another, and before we knew it, we were bored, mischievous, and ready for a little kinky game.
We dug out our bullet vibrators, slipping them into our thongs's gusset before position it properly. The challenge was simple, each of us controlled the other’s device remotely, and the goal was to resist the teasing for an entire hour. The anticipation, the buzzing against our pussy, and the silent competition had both of us gasping and giggling within minutes.
For the first 25 minutes, we were at speed 2 and, I managed to control myself, so I decided to push the game further. I dared Cy to take a walk wearing nothing but her top and the panties we had on, from my house’s gate all the way to the lift area, a path that cut past four units. I thought she might hesitate, maybe even back out… but that was a huge mistake. She was clearly too horny to resist, and without a second thought, she grinned and agreed, totally fearless.
She agreed to go first. We stepped out into my living room, the tension between us practically crackling in the air. The moment she slipped off her denim shorts, I knew I was in trouble. She was wearing a simple brownish thong and a snug black crop tee that clung perfectly to her curves. The top barely contained her breasts, the shape and gentle bounce with each movement making my pulse race.
Even without showing too much, the way her boobs pressed lightly against the fabric, the subtle swell and soft curve visible through the tee, sent my mind into a whirlwind. Somehow, that simple outfit — her confident stride, the sway of her hips, and the teasing way she moved — was enough to make my heart hammer and my thoughts completely fuzzy, caught between awe, desire, and nervous anticipation.
And then she started walking. Not just casual strolling — she strutted with confidence, each step deliberate, her hips swaying in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that made my pulse spike. She even purposely rolled her panties to look more like a thong, which exposed just a hint of her butt cheek with every sway, making the walk dangerously teasing.
Her movements were hypnotic: the subtle arch of her lower back, the sway of her thighs, the way her hips rolled in perfect time with her steps. She glanced over her shoulder occasionally, a mischievous grin playing on her lips, fully aware of the effect she was having. Every motion drew my eyes, my thoughts scattering, and my heart racing — caught between awe, nervousness, and the thrill of watching her tease me so boldly.
Our original plan had been to walk only to the lift area, but she was clearly too aroused to follow the rules; she continued all the way to the far corner unit, making every step a little daring, every sway a little provocative. The vibrator’s speed was steady at 3, as we had agreed — only increasing every 30 minutes — but that steady hum under her panties made every step feel electric.
When she returned, I hesitated, heart pounding. Then I finally pulled off my FBT shorts and stepped into the challenge.
The moment I stepped out of my unit, I was trembling — not just from excitement, but also from fear. What if someone saw me in my thong? What if I got caught? Every step made me hyper-aware of my exposure. My pulse raced as I quickened my pace toward the other end, every vibration from the device under my thong driving me wild.
just as I neared the lift, it dinged open at my floor. Panic shot through me — it was too far to run back to my unit without being noticed, but if I didn’t, someone could see me half-dressed! My heart hammered as I darted toward the stairs instead, climbing up two flights as fast as I could. Each step was both terrifying and thrilling, my body buzzing from the vibrator and my nerves alike.
I peeked through the stairwell — lucky me, the lift didn’t stop. Slowly, carefully, I made my way back to my floor and my unit, quickening my pace when necessary, every step a mix of fear and arousal. In the end, I managed to slip inside without being seen.
Cy was laughing hysterically the moment I slammed the main door shut, and I couldn’t help but grin too — a mix of relief, excitement, and utter fluster from the adrenaline and teasing that had completely undone me.
Trust me, I had been wet since the very start, but that daring walk, the way she strutted with hips swaying, the teasing sway of her body, and the thrill of nearly being seen, made my thong dampen even more, clinging uncomfortably but deliciously to me.
We agreed to retire the corridor challenge — it was way too risky for either of us — but neither of us was ready to stop the fun. We needed more kinky little games to keep the excitement alive. As we brainstormed ideas, the vibrators humming under our thongs made it nearly impossible to focus.
The gentle, constant buzz pressed perfectly against my clit through the thin fabric of my thong, sending little jolts of pleasure up my body. Each vibration made my thighs tremble, my hips tilt without thinking, and my breath catch every few seconds.
Cy was no different — pacing back and forth, hips swaying provocatively with every step as the constant hum of the vibrator teased her relentlessly. I couldn’t help but notice how eager she was, the wet spot along the hem of her panties giving away just how much the teasing had already gotten to her.
Every sway of her hips, every subtle arch of her lower back, and the way she moved with a mix of impatience and desire made it impossible to look away. She was completely absorbed in the sensations, biting her lip, letting out soft gasps and little whimpers, and I could tell she was hornier than ever — every movement radiating her need and eagerness, making the tension between us almost unbearable.
She let out soft gasps and quiet moans, the vibrations pressing in all the right places, making her shiver and bite her lip to hold back louder sounds. Even though the speed hadn’t changed, the steady, relentless stimulation was enough to keep us both on edge. Every subtle shift, every press of the device against our thongs, made my pulse race and my body quiver.
After another 30 minutes, we were out of ideas, the only constant was the steady hum of the vibrators teasing us relentlessly. It had been an hour of tension-filled stimulation, and neither Cy nor I wanted to give in. The anticipation between us was electric, every glance and subtle movement making it harder to focus.
To push the challenge further, we increased the speed to 4 as promised. The vibrations pressed harder now, more insistent against our thongs, sending shivers through both of us. Despite the stronger hum, Cy was holding well, her control impressive as she tried not to give in. I was managing my own device too, feeling the teasing intensify with every passing second. Her mischievous smirk told me she was just as determined as I was, even as the steady stimulation had us both trembling with anticipation.
Determined to claim victory, I decided it was time to take the challenge up a notch. We would place the devices directly on our clits and let them hum at full power — but there was a twist: we had to hold them for each other, controlling the stimulation together.
Cy hesitated for a moment, knowing this move would almost certainly push her to her limit, but the rules were clear — only one of us could win. Her mischievous smirk gave her away, though; she was just as determined as I was, even if I could see the tiny flicker of nervous anticipation in her eyes, betraying how intense this was about to get.
As soon as she agreed, we slipped into my room, moving quietly and deliberately — the thought of someone walking in sent a delicious shiver of anticipation down my spine. We stood face to face, the air thick with tension, and began slowly undressing our thongs, each movement teasingly deliberate.
Cy had shaved herself completely, and the smooth curve of her body was on full display. The subtle outline of her pussy caught my eye immediately, making my pulse quicken as I took in every enticing detail.
The room seemed to shrink around us, our bodies and the electric anticipation filling every corner, and the mischievous glint in her eyes told me she was just as thrilled — and daring — as I was.
The speed was cranked up slightly to test our endurance, and little did I realize… this was about to become the most intense, nerve-wracking, and thrilling challenge ever. I knew controlling my reactions when the vibrator pressed against my clit would be nearly impossible — but victory was the only thing on my mind.
Once we were properly positioned, facing each other and pressing the devices against each other’s clits, we counted down together, hearts racing, shivers running through us both.
“3… 2… 1… start!”
And just like that, the teasing began — relentless, wicked, and impossible to ignore.
The moment the vibrator pressed against my clit, a jolt of electric pleasure shot straight through me, making my breath hitch and my thighs tremble. The constant, insistent buzzing sent shivers racing up my spine, every nerve alive with delight. I moaned involuntarily, my legs suddenly going weak, and I instinctively leaned toward Cy, who was bracing herself against the table, equally flushed and trembling.
To make things worse — or better, depending on how you look at it — Cy purposely pressed harder, holding the device firmly against me with a teasing grin. The sensation became almost unbearable, each hum and vibration intensified by her control, and I knew I was teetering dangerously close to my limit. Every shiver, every gasp, and every deliberate pressure she applied made the tension between us hotter, more electric, and utterly impossible to ignore. Suddenly, Cy let out a sharp, piercing moan that echoed through the room, her body trembling violently. She collapsed onto the floor, shivering, every nerve on fire from the relentless teasing. The vibrator she had been holding against me slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the floor as she tried to catch her breath. I stood there, heart racing, a wicked grin spreading across my face — victory was unmistakably mine. The thrill of the win, combined with the intensity of her surrender, sent shivers of satisfaction racing through me.
It took me a long moment to steady myself before I finally sank down beside Cy, who was still trembling and breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each shiver. My own breaths came in ragged gasps, my body still humming from the intensity of the challenge. The vibrator on the floor was still buzzing loudly, a constant reminder of the chaos we’d just endured.
Just as I reached for it, a sudden, wicked touch against my clit made me jerk back slightly — another vibrator, pressed deliberately by Cy, teasing me even as she lay there, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
It was Cy. Somehow, in the chaos of the moment, she had managed to grab the vibrator she’d dropped and pressed it firmly against my sensitive clit. I tried to push away, tried to stop her, but it was too late — the waves hit me like a storm.
Every nerve in my body ignited instantly. My thighs trembled violently, hips bucking almost on their own, and a shiver ran from the tips of my toes all the way up my spine. My breaths came in ragged, desperate gasps, heart pounding like a drum, while the relentless vibration pressed me over the edge. I moaned uncontrollably, fingers digging into the sheets as shivers wracked my body, my core pulsing and tightening in intense, consuming waves.
It was overwhelming, electrifying, impossible to resist. My body quaked, muscles clenched, and I felt the deliciously unbearable pressure of my orgasm building and crashing through me again and again. I was completely undone, shivering and trembling, utterly lost in the intensity
The intensity was overwhelming. My body quaked, my core tightened, and my juices flowed freely down my thighs, dripping onto the floor, proof of just how completely undone I was. Every shiver, every gasp, every pulse of the vibrator made me lose myself further — and all the while, Cy just grinned wickedly, savoring her perfectly timed mischief and the chaos she’d unleashed.
It took me a long while to recover, my body still trembling from the intensity, breaths coming in ragged gasps as I tried to steady myself. Cy was still lying there beside me, flushed and shivering, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
Then, almost casually, she whispered that she had squirted. I blinked, stunned — I didn’t even remember seeing it happen. But the evidence was unmistakable: a small pool of water glistened on the floor where she had been sitting, a cheeky reminder of just how completely undone she had been in the throes of the challenge.
We ended up collapsing onto my bed, bodies spent and minds still buzzing, needing a long while before our legs stopped feeling shaky enough to even stand. The room was quiet except for our breathing slowly returning to normal, the adrenaline finally fading as we lay there, completely drained but oddly satisfied.
Now that I’d technically won, it meant one thing — Cy was due for punishment. The problem? My brain was just as exhausted as my body, and I was completely out of ideas.
So… any creative, mischievous, or teasing suggestions? 😏
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