Flirt

Emily had a meeting after work, a client dinner, so didn't get home until after B was in bed. I watched her as she removed her skirt, lay back on the bed wearing just her blouse and pantyhose.

"You have a naughty look on your face," I said.

She smiled. "I might have been a little naughty," she said.

"Really?" I asked. "How?"

"I got hit on," she said.

"And?" I asked.

"I might have flirted a little back," she said.

"Emily!"

"I know," she looked at me.

I swallowed, said something so typically submissive. "Are...are you going to tell Evan?" I asked.

She laughed, shook her head. "My sweet Sara...I tell you I was flirting with a man and your first thought, your first question, is whether I'm going to tell my boyfriend?"

"I...I guess...I mean..."

"Not who was he, not what happened, not are you kidding me, it's are you going to tell your boyfriend?"

"Emily, I..."

She looked at me, a serious look on her face. "Take off your dress," she said, smiling as she looked at my chastity cage through my sheer panties. "I think it's been so long, your brain is rewired."

"M...maybe," I admitted.

"It used to be I admitted to flirting and you'd beg me to let you have your way with me. Now? You worry about Evan."

"I...I'd have my way with you," I said.

"Locked or unlocked? I mean, that's a purely academic question, considering I don't have the key."

"I..."

"It's funny, you know, it's been months since you even mentioned it, it's like...being pussy free suits you, like it's natural."

I looked down at the cage. "I guess I just...I mean...I still...I'm still..."

"Horny," she laughed. "Sweetie, I know that, believe me. You just do well..."

"Directing it to other things," I suggested.

She smiled. "I guess you're not totally pussy free..."

"No," I said, my mouth certainly wasn't pussy free, just my...other part.

She pointed her toe at me. "Go on, if you want," she said.

I sat on the edge of the bed, took her foot in my hands. Her other foot rested on my thigh, nylon gently rubbing nylon. 

"Why are you worried about me telling him?" she asked. "Evan."

I bit my lip, concentrated on her foot. "He...he's your boyfriend," I said, "I...I'm not sure it's...appropriate. I mean..."

She smiled. "Not sure if it's appropriate that a woman who's dating one man was flirting with another man?"

I nodded. "Yes," I said.

"That fact that's she's married...not much a consideration, is it?"

I stopped my hands, looked down. "I...I mean...we always...I just..."

"It's sweet, actually," she said, moving her foot, indicating I shouldn't have stopped. "My pretty girl worrying about my boyfriend's feelings. It's very...it's some girls should do for one another. I guess it's touching...sweet...almost loving."

"Emily, you know...I mean...I...I always..."

"Liked when I flirted with men...liked when I dated men. I know, love, I know. I appreciate you looking out for me, and looking out for him. He'd appreciate it. You're such a good girl." She moved her foot off my thing to my panties, lightly teased me, lightly rubbed my cage through my panties.

"Em," I moaned, feeling like I was being touched with a live electrical wire.

"You're leaking," she smiled. "Not that that's unusual."

"I...I can't help it," I said.

"I know, love, trust me, I know. You really think I should tell Evan?"

I swallowed. Just hearing her say his name while her foot was on my cage drove me insane. I tried to say yes, but was afraid of speaking, so only nodded. 

"That's a yYes?" she asked.

"Y...yes," I croaked. 

I watched as she reached for her phone, her movement pressing her foot harder into my cage. "What...what are you doing?" I asked.

"Calling him."

"Evan?"

"Of course Evan," she said.

"N...now?"

She nodded as she unlocked her phone, went to her favorites. He was second in her list, right behind me.

"Hey," I heard confident, masculine voice.

"Hey yourself," Emily said, the expression on her face, her voice, both changing. She was different when she talked to him. More flirty, more giggly, more feminine (in a way). She was like a high school girl talking to her crush. 

"What's up?" he asked.

"I told Sara," she said. "That I...that I was, well, that a man hit on me tonight and I might have flirted back a little."

"Hmmm," he said. "Apparently someone was a bad girl this evening," he said, obviously addressing me.

"She...she said that," I said. Emily smiled at me, pressed her foot onto me, watching me leak.

"And?" he asked.

Emily answered. "Sara was worried."

"Worried?" he asked.

"About what you'd think," she said.

He laughed, deep and hard. "Worried about what I'd think; not worried you were flirting with a man?"

Emily looked at me, smiled. "Worried that I was kind of flirting and that I should tell you."

He laughed. "Well, I'm not sure if I should be man you were flirting, happy you told me, or happy Sara was looking out for me. Thank you, Sara," he said.

"You...you're welcome," I managed to say.

"Was this verbal flirting or touching flirting?" he asked.

"Just...just verbal, I...I'd never let any man but you touch me," she said. "I'm sorry, I...I know I was being...naughty," she smiled at me.

"Well, that I can deal with in October," he said.

"Deal with how?" she asked, still touching my cage with her foot, smiling at me. "A spanking?"

He snorted. "Oh, someone is going across my knees, you can be assured of that. But that's for later. We'll start with now."

"Now?" she asked. 

"Now," he said. "I assume you're wet?"

She giggled. "That's a safe assumption," she said.

"Good," he said. "Sara, I apologize that this is going to seem like a punishment for you when you've behaved well, but Emily, no touching."

"No touching?"

"No touching, meaning that pretty girl you're trying to get all hot and bothered right now isn't going to get you off, as much as you want to."

"For...for how long?" Emily asked.

"Until I see you," he said.

"Evan!" Emily pouted.

"Until I see you," he said, "that pussy of yours if off limits. You can have all the massages you want, all the kissing, touching, anything but that."

"Evan, that's not fair," Emily said.

"You shouldn't have been naughty," he said, his amusement coming across the phone.

She looked at me, I wasn't sure if this was what she thought was going to happen, but judging from the look on her face, it wasn't.

"Evan, can't we be reasonable about this?"

"No touching means no touching yourself, either. I'll know...I mean it..."

"Evan...I...it's more than a month away."

I looked at her with a now you know what it's like for me look.

"Yes," he said, "and I bet someone is going to be quite desperate when she sees me."