(Contains public sex, thigh riding, masturbation, etc)
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"You ready, George?" Clay yelled up the stairs.
George quickly applied his glittering lipgloss to his plump lips and added some powdered foundation to his face "Yeah, hold on."
George swiftly looked in the mirror, his beautiful figure staring back. He was wearing a small black mini skirt, with many pleats that stretched around the back and a red crop-top. His thighs were visible in his short skirt that barely covered his ass. And to top it off, he wore a red lacey thong underneath.
His leather lace-up boots click-clacked down the wooden stairs, startling Clay.
"Damn, George." Clay exhaled loudly, glaring at his boyfriend, falling in love with him all over again.
George grinned as he saw Clay eyeing-up his outfit "We should get in the car, shouldn't we?"
"Yes, Princess," Clay said in a posh voice, holding onto George's hand and walking him to the car. George giggled at the gesture and daintily sat into the car.
Clay shut George's door and walked around to the drivers seat, sitting down and starting the engine.
"How far away is the movie theatre?" George asked.
After Clay fiddled with the steering wheel he replied "About 1 hour and 30 mins."
George smiled to himself as he didn't mind the long journey to see a movie, he enjoyed his boyfriends company.
As they set off, Clays hand crept onto George's thigh, creating a sun-kissed blush to seep onto George's face. Clay's small gestures always made George's heart flutter - he loved the small touches he gave him.
Throughout the journey, Clays hand crept more and more up George's thigh, then trailing down underneath his skirt, to where his hand now rested on his pale skin.
George turned his head to Clay, who was mischievously smirking to himself, but keeping his attention on the road.
Clay stated steering down a country lane.
"Where are we?" George asked, confused at the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Well it said this was a shortcut." Clay continued to go down the lane, being met with a couple of bumps in the road. Once they hit one of the bumps, Clay looked in the mirror and saw a glimpse of George's red thong.
Clay suddenly halted the car.
"What-"
George was interrupted by Clay sneaking his hand up George's skirt and exposing his laced thong.
"What's this, then?" Clay grinned, tracing his finger over the pretty swirls.
George's face produced a deeper red, tracing up to the top of his ears, earning a wider grin from the blonde. "I just thought it looked good," George finally came out with, stuttering over his words and turning away from Clay.
Clay put his pointy finger and thumb around George's chin, forcing him to turn and meet Clays lustful eyes.
"They're very pretty," Clay started, his grin still prominent on his face. He felt the outline of his thongs, pulling slightly on the fabric "But they would look prettier off."
George's erection was slightly hard, rubbing against the material, which made him want to take it off even more.
The blonde tugged on the cloth - waiting for consent - and after an eager nod from the brunette, the thing was swiftly discarded onto the floor.
