Locktober (I'm not sure :P the next part)

I really want to get this story finished. So here's the next part. Check out the previous parts by searching Locktober.

October 12th

Waking up to the small crack of light coming through the hotel room curtains, Lucy turns to look at Owen laying next to her in the bed.

Having argued most of the day before, Lucy was feeling a little guilty about her outburst. Although she felt bad about the way she spoke to Owen, she was surprised at just how turned-on she became after seeing him wearing her clothing.

Shuffling over to him, she gently rests her head on his chest. Her head rises and falls as it wakes him

“Morning,” Lucy says sweetly, pressing the rest of her body against his.

“M-morning…,” Owen replies, gruff and half asleep.

“Sorry about yesterday.”

“I-it’s ok,” Owen answers, becoming very aware that he doesn’t want to upset her further

Lucy runs her soft hands down his naked body until she reaches the sexy feminine underwear he has on from the day before. She pings the elastic and smiles.

“It’s very cute that you’re still wearing my underwear Owen,” she comments reaching slowly into the panties to touch his cage. “Does it make you horney too?”

Owen fidgets nervously as Lucy touches his caged cock. “Erm…,” he mumbles, wanting to bat her away from it. “I dunno Lucy. I can’t get it up right now anyway…can I?”

“I guess not,” Lucy laughs, taking her hands from his panties.

Her head still resting on his chest, she looks up at him and grins. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Owen looks down at his Girlfriend and reluctantly nods. He’s worried about where she’s going.

Reaching up to Owen’s left nipple, Lucy starts to tease it. “I’m really turned on right now.”

“Don’t bother,” Owen huffs, swiping her hand away. “You’re not going to let me out of this cage are you—so what’s the point?”

“I might!” Lucy laughs, sitting up cross-legged next to him. “I told you. If you can make me cum with your mouth and fingers, I’d set you free!”

Owen sits up. She stares into Lucy’s eyes for a moment wondering if that’s actually the truth. Turning his attention to the lacey underwear covering his caged cock, he thinks anything is worth a try

“Ok,” Owen smiles, leaning into passionately kiss Lucy’s moist lips

Lucy’s eyes light up as she kisses him back. Placing her hand softly against his chest, she allows him to start kissing her neck

“Oooh Owen,” she moans, feeling herself getting wet and very excited.

Pushing away from his embrace, Lucy lays herself flat as Owen watches on. Spreading her legs, she gives him a wink and then signals for him to go down on her.

Owen looks at her nervously as he moves between her smooth legs. He looks down at Lucy’s unshaven pussy and he pulls a face. He really isn’t a fan of oral.

“What's that face for?” Lucy laughs, but feels a little embarrassed that she hasn’t shaved.

Owen doesn’t say anything, he just kisses her supple thighs as she works his tongue down toward her pussy. As he gets closer, he tastes her saltiness and it makes him reluctant.

“Pretend you’re a woman!” Lucy moans out in expectation, flicking back her hair as he gets closer to her clit.

Stopping instantly, Owen sits up and looks at Lucy from between her legs. “w-what?” he asks, dumbfounded.

Her cheeks a little flushed, Lucy lifts her head to look at Owen giving her a confused look.

“Yeah,” she replies impatiently, pointing between her legs. “I’m just saying if you approach this like a girl—not thinking of penetrating me with your cock, we will both have a better experience.”

Owen rests a hand on one of Lucy’s knees. “Are you coming out to me right now, Lu?”

Lucy clicks her fingers and points between her legs. He doesn’t move so she just frowns at him. “Stop stalling,” she grumbles. “and I’m bi-sexual Owen. I told you that when we first met.”

Stalling further, Owen scoffs. “So you want me to pretend I’m not extremely desperate to mount you and take you to heaven and back?”

Lucy lets out a long frustrated sigh. He’s never been able to do that!

Lowering her head onto the bed, she stares up at the ceiling. “Owen!” she groans, sexually frustrated. “You’ve got nails on. Every time I feel you touch me with those acrylics, I get the sensation that a woman is touching me. I’m so turned on by it, so Just try and do this for me!”

“So is that why you’ve got me crossdressing?” He asks with a suspicious tone. “You wanna pretend I’m a girl to satisfy yourself?”

“God's sake!” Lucy whines, almost catching Owen in the face as she shuts her legs tight. “I’m trying to make you a better lover, Owen! More in tune with my thoughts feelings and sexual needs! I thought this would be an eye-opener for you—but you keep blowing it!”

Lucy turns on the bed and enters the fetal position. Owen knows he’s in the dog house.

“I just can get into the headspace of pretending I’m a woman,” Owen admits, trying to save the situation with a stroke of his nails against her smooth delicate thigh.

“Clearly not,” Lucy replies in spite, batting his hand away from her leg.

Owen shakes his head and gets to his feet. Reaching for his pants from last night, he begins to put them on. Anything to hide his caged cock and feminine underwear.

Lucy hears what he’s doing and looks around. “What are you doing!?” she questions fiercely, with a face of thunder.

“I’m putting my pants on…..,” Owen answers with a stupid grin.

“No, you're not,” Lucy scolds, rolling on the bed to snatch the pants away from him. “These are mine now, remember.”

“Lucy!!” Owen moans, getting a little fed up.

“No,” Lucy states, firmer than before. “You know what? No skinny jeans for you either. I want you to wear a dress today. My short, pink summer dress with my white heels.”

Owen huffs and looks down at the floor dejected.

“Maybe that will help you get into a woman's headspace,” Lucy snorts, reaching for her phone. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to order some more things—seeing as you can’t be bothered to satisfy me.”

Owen kicks the floor and storms into the bathroom. He knows he’s just blown his chance to be free. He’s in for another really long day.