"Think I got it!" Ellie announces as she returns triumphantly to the table to help Frank clean up. After a few minutes of shuffling around, the two call it quits for the night and return to the couch to watch a movie. Only when the opening credits roll, do you dare make a move.
Out of sight and out of mind, you can climb as high and recklessly as you want! The lip of the hood is well wrinkled around Ellie's neck with a deep chasm beyond it between her chest and the sweatshirt. Raw body heat radiates from inside, burning off Ellie's violet bra and the silky skin of her breasts cradled within it. The comforting aura around them is too inviting to ignore, and rather than just climb up the hood, you tell yourself the safer option would be to climb her from inside the hoodie instead.
Carefully, you swing over the lip of the hood, your forehead already starting to sweat. This was stupid! But you couldn't turn down such an opportunity to live out your fantasies, even if it was only for a couple of minutes. Arms open wide, you leap into the stuffy darkness without a second thought nor a care in the world.
Your face lands first into the surprisingly resistant flesh of Ellie's boob. As the rest of your body joins your head, The hoodie caves in above you! She must have felt you, but rather than inspect it herself, Ellie's hands push against her hoodie to scratch at the itch (You) on her chest. Ceaseless pressure piles and grinds on your strained back as Ellie's hand smothers your face deep into her chest. This is heaven... Immense pain aside, you were in ecstasy, perhaps you didn't have to leave this place just yet.
As they scratch away, Ellie's fingers flip you over again and again, like you were being hit by five different trains all at once. Over time, the fingers roll you closer and closer to Ellie's cleavage until you're inevitably plopped in between the two doughy mountains. Again, the sensitive skin registers your presence instantaneously, and subconsciously, Ellie squeezes her chest to relieve your itch.
Compressed on all sides, you feel your bones start to give way to the immense pressure and sweaty flesh around you. You start to yell, begging her to stop but you're bombarded with droplets of salty sweat instead. The warm liquid burns your eyes and tongue, it tastes just as bad as it smells if not worse! Just when you think it might drown you, the scratching stops, allowing you to wipe the sweat off your face and gulp down 'fresh' air again.
Stranded deep in cleavage, you were too afraid to make any sudden movements, lest you summon Ellie's wrath once more. At the same time, part of you wanted to stay and enjoy the moment some more. You should just get out of here as fast as you can, but maybe you were safer staying put?
