First Date Chapters 1-3
Nikki smiled, and slid her hand back out of your shorts, pulled her other hand off your head, and took one step away. Then she unceremoniously knelt down and yanked your boxers down to your ankles. Your poor aching cock flopped helplessly in front of you, like a fish out of water. You had instantly lost all physical contact. No more soft lips on your ear. No more firm breasts on your body. No more fingertips on your chest, your stomach, or inside your pants. And no more boxers providing even the slightest friction and resistance for your swollen throbbing cock. The only thing you could feel were the handcuffs locking your wrists behind you, preventing you from doing anything about the situation.
You were speechless. Nikki didn't speak either, you both just stood silent and staring. She was watching your cock bounce, struggling to find anything to provide stimulation. You were watching her, at how she was proudly grinning as she admired your body and what she had done to it. You both sat there for what seemed like hours until you couldn't stand it anymore. "Aren't you going to touch it?!? Aren't you going to tell me about your panties?!? I agreed to what you asked!"