Caught Dressed

His hands covered his tented skirt and bulging panties as he crossed one stocking-clad leg in front of the other. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Bradley’s breathing deepened. “You look great.”
He pressed on the front of his skirt as he tried to conceal his throbbing erection. “I doubt that.”
His friend tossed the comforter near the foot of the bed before stepping closer. “Well don’t. ‘Cause …god damn.”
Heather stepped back in his heels. “What are you going to do?”
Bradley reached for him. “Worship you.”
He stepped back again, until his stocking-covered legs pressed against the side of the bed. “From afar?”
Bradley inhaled as he stepped closer. “Not at all.”
Heather crossed his arms over his bra-covered chest. “Are you crazy?”
He eyed his friend and smiled. “I don’t know what I am right now …but I know what I want.”
“What?!”
“A girl to play with. I need to fondle Heather.”
His cock throbbed as the words registered. “No you don’t.”
“Right. …That outfit doesn’t say, please play with me.”
He closed his legs tight, then silently sighed as the slick nylon teased his senses. “Well, you weren’t supposed to see it.”
Bradley pressed gently against him as he stepped closer. “Or feel it.” He shook his head as his breathing deepened, “But that ain’t gonna stop me either.” then slid his hand up the front of Heather’s blouse and caressed the pretty pink semi-hidden bra.
Heather grabbed the back of Brad's hand and inhaled. “You can’t.”
“I have to.” Brad cupped the blouse-covered bra.
He caressed the hand as it pressed against his chest. “No.”
“God, yeah.” Bradley pulled him closer.
He fought his need for more oxygen. “What do I have to do to get out of this?”
“A few things, starting with giving in and letting me play with you.”
“That’s absolutely not what I meant.” His breathy voice made his eyes widen.
“…Starting with a kiss.” He slid his hand over the pleated skirt and groped Heather’s round ass. “You don’t have to want out. You can have fun with me. I won’t be mad or tell.”