A Sunset Beneath Two Moons
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 39
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
As comfortable as the private jet had been, Midori had still accumulated a bit of stiffness in her muscles during the long flight and had been meaning to do a quick workout to loosen herself up as soon as Yakima had retrieved you from her booty. The original intention had been to let her friend have some alone time with their mutual tiny crush, but if the airhead wasn’t going to notice you when you were literally being shoved in her face, than your captor was going to bring you along instead. Not that she intended to keep you trapped forever, but after putting in all the effort to get you here, she felt that she deserved a little bit more time to enjoy you before scraping you free.
From your perspective the vibrations of the Asian girl’s massive rear had only just faded when all at once they started again, first with the rhythm of walking, then rapidly quickening until the colossal booty to which you were attached was once more bouncing aggressively up and down. As you felt yourself being pulled tight against the fleshy mass with each alternating step you realised that Midori must have broken into a jog and resigned yourself to being trapped her for even longer. After all, if she hadn’t noticed you by now, it was clear that she wasn’t going to until the next time she got changed, if then. A part of you wanted to be annoyed at the indignity of the whole situation, but you were fairly sure it had been an accident that brought you here, and honestly at the end of the day you were probably the one that was going to have to apologise for getting up close with the model’s rear without her permission. Hopefully the seemingly kind Midori would accept your explanation.
You had hoped that your host was only intending to go for a short run, perhaps just to quickly stretch her legs, or else as part of whatever shoots Rachel had brought the quartet to this island for. Ideally, given the usual focus of the camera in such situations, that later scenario may even result in your being discovered quite soon. However, you quickly realised that would not be the case, as the heavy bouncing of the cheek you were attached to settled into a steady rhythm and the first beads of sweat began to slicken the flesh, recognising from past experience in similar situations that you were likely in this for the long haul. Indeed, unknown to you, Midori had immediately located a path that would take her around the very perimeter of the island before returning her back to the hotel, the sign she had passed just moments ago advising that it was an eight mile track, which the model surmised based on past experience would likely take her around an hour to complete. To her that seemed just perfect. Enough time for the two of you to enjoy the moment. Not enough to make the others worry.
For Midori, jogging had always been an activity that she enjoyed, able to get lost in the steady beat of taking one step after another, and letting all of her worries fall away. As a younger child it had been a means of getting away from a difficult family situation, and before puberty had put a stop to such dreams she had even considered pursuing track on a professional level. Afterwards, it had become a means to get away from the expectations others had of her due to her body. Of course, she knew people had still watched her with lustful or envious eyes when she ran, many eyes fully glued to her bouncing assets, front and back. But, with her mind focused solely on putting one foot in front of the other, and the catcalls and whistles blocked out by her music, she could pretend it was only her out there, free and unburdened. And, well, it also didn’t hurt that it helped her to keep in shape and make sure that her abundant curves remained the only part of her to become plus sized.
In the past jogging had usually been something that Midori would do alone, or at least only in the company of those she knew were running for similar reasons. She had jogged with Yakima before, as well as Akari and several other of her modelling colleagues from Japan. Her little sisters too, when the younger girls could be convinced to keep their usually constantly chattering mouths shut. Before today she’d never contemplated jogging with a man, particularly as the only men she was interested in would likely never have been able to keep up and would have been too intimated to try. Yet now, with the mild itch of your presence pressed so bodily against her booty, she felt a little thrill go down her spine with each step, her mind already drifting to how she could convince you to join her on jogs like this in the future. Having you hugging her butt so happily made her feel warm inside, like she was protecting you from the big bad world while you were simultaneously providing her with comfort and love. She wanted to feel what you would be like against her other cheek as well, or maybe even spread over both. She also wanted to feel what it would be like to have you wedged between them.
You, of course, knew none of this, and as the minutes ticked by and the buttocks before you became hotter and sweatier you began to feel the discomfort set in. While you would never deny that Midori was a beautiful woman, and her rear a glorious thing, it didn’t mean that being pressed up against it as it aggressively squeezed you between itself and her rapidly dampening pants was a particularly pleasant experience. Though there was a lot of give in these buttocks they invariably hardened up with exercise as the muscles clenched, and the significant sheen of sweat that was developing only made her pants cling tighter. With no room to move or even to think of reforming, you could feel yourself getting flattened even further against the heated flesh, to the extent that you were starting to become concerned that you might actually get ironed on. If that happened there was a risk that you could become stuck for days. Not to mention that being face-first against her, there would be no way for you to explain your presence, or even to properly identify yourself in your smeared state.
If there was one comfort you could take it was that the ambient temperature outside of Midori’s pants seemed to be dropping, your back cooling almost imperceptibly even as your front continued to swelter. Unseen by you this was a result of the sun beginning to sink below the horizon, and the cool sea breeze blowing upon Midori as she now ran near to the shore, framed by the setting sun and unknowingly creating a moment Rachel would have loved to catch on film. Taking her attention off her feet for a moment to watch the horizon, the model smiled happily, feeling for a moment truly at peace in this beautiful setting, and with the man of her dreams hugged to her ass. A moment later she shook the thought off and returned her eyes to the path ahead, reminding herself that you were Yakima’s boyfriend, rather than hers. Still… if you ended up coming back to Japan with your new partner perhaps she could borrow you occasionally to join her on her morning and evening runs.
By the time the hotel was coming back into sight, Midori was lightly panting from the exertion of her long jog, though with her endorphins surging she felt good and like she could keep going if she really wanted to. Still, it was getting late, and she didn’t want either her friends or her boss to worry about her. Not to mention that she wanted a chance to actually see the cutie that had been hugging her butt all day. It would probably be too much to ask you for a kiss, but she was hoping that she could at least give you a good snuggle before inevitably handing you over to Yakima. Meanwhile, you were mostly just happy the constant bouncing was becoming less frenetic, as Midori slowed her steps, and hoped that this was a sign that you were soon going to be released from what had turned into quite the hot and sweaty predicament. Certainly not the worse beating you’d taken at the mercy of a butt, and it was a nice butt to be sure, but you were still more than ready to be free from this prison.
The first proper indication you had that Midori had returned to the hotel was the feeling of her booty bouncing up a familiar set of stairs, though at this point you no longer questioned why the seemingly fitness-oriented girl was forgoing the elevator. The muffled click of the door heralded the model’s return to the room in which you had last been exposed to the light of day, followed by the muffled sounds of a quiet conversation. Whispered as it was, you had no hope of making out what was being said, though from the tone you felt it was Cori to whom Midori was speaking, recognising her sultry voice from the night you had spent in her teasing care. It did odd things to your insides to hear the whispered tones of these two beauties conversing above you, and you tried not to dwell too much on what that could mean, or why you were straining in the hopes that you might hear Yakima as well.
Above you, Midori was shaking her head with fond exasperation at the sight of a half-naked Yakima spread-eagled and asleep on one of the room’s beds, her substantial butt sticking up into the air as she lay face-down. According to Cori the girl had been worrying herself so much about where you were that she had told her to lay down and take a break, and then she’d just straight up fallen asleep. Your host felt a pang of guilt at having kept you from your girlfriend and making her worry so much, though comforted herself with the knowledge that when Yakima woke she could be with you again. In the meantime she looked to her blonde colleague and then at her own butt as she folded her arms and leaned back against the wall, making a show of rubbing her booty into the surface as if struggling to scratch a persistent itch. Her friend’s eyes followed the movement and Midori smirked, raising her voice a little now so that her cute little passenger would hopefully be able to hear. “Hey Cori…”
From your perspective the vibrations of the Asian girl’s massive rear had only just faded when all at once they started again, first with the rhythm of walking, then rapidly quickening until the colossal booty to which you were attached was once more bouncing aggressively up and down. As you felt yourself being pulled tight against the fleshy mass with each alternating step you realised that Midori must have broken into a jog and resigned yourself to being trapped her for even longer. After all, if she hadn’t noticed you by now, it was clear that she wasn’t going to until the next time she got changed, if then. A part of you wanted to be annoyed at the indignity of the whole situation, but you were fairly sure it had been an accident that brought you here, and honestly at the end of the day you were probably the one that was going to have to apologise for getting up close with the model’s rear without her permission. Hopefully the seemingly kind Midori would accept your explanation.
You had hoped that your host was only intending to go for a short run, perhaps just to quickly stretch her legs, or else as part of whatever shoots Rachel had brought the quartet to this island for. Ideally, given the usual focus of the camera in such situations, that later scenario may even result in your being discovered quite soon. However, you quickly realised that would not be the case, as the heavy bouncing of the cheek you were attached to settled into a steady rhythm and the first beads of sweat began to slicken the flesh, recognising from past experience in similar situations that you were likely in this for the long haul. Indeed, unknown to you, Midori had immediately located a path that would take her around the very perimeter of the island before returning her back to the hotel, the sign she had passed just moments ago advising that it was an eight mile track, which the model surmised based on past experience would likely take her around an hour to complete. To her that seemed just perfect. Enough time for the two of you to enjoy the moment. Not enough to make the others worry.
For Midori, jogging had always been an activity that she enjoyed, able to get lost in the steady beat of taking one step after another, and letting all of her worries fall away. As a younger child it had been a means of getting away from a difficult family situation, and before puberty had put a stop to such dreams she had even considered pursuing track on a professional level. Afterwards, it had become a means to get away from the expectations others had of her due to her body. Of course, she knew people had still watched her with lustful or envious eyes when she ran, many eyes fully glued to her bouncing assets, front and back. But, with her mind focused solely on putting one foot in front of the other, and the catcalls and whistles blocked out by her music, she could pretend it was only her out there, free and unburdened. And, well, it also didn’t hurt that it helped her to keep in shape and make sure that her abundant curves remained the only part of her to become plus sized.
In the past jogging had usually been something that Midori would do alone, or at least only in the company of those she knew were running for similar reasons. She had jogged with Yakima before, as well as Akari and several other of her modelling colleagues from Japan. Her little sisters too, when the younger girls could be convinced to keep their usually constantly chattering mouths shut. Before today she’d never contemplated jogging with a man, particularly as the only men she was interested in would likely never have been able to keep up and would have been too intimated to try. Yet now, with the mild itch of your presence pressed so bodily against her booty, she felt a little thrill go down her spine with each step, her mind already drifting to how she could convince you to join her on jogs like this in the future. Having you hugging her butt so happily made her feel warm inside, like she was protecting you from the big bad world while you were simultaneously providing her with comfort and love. She wanted to feel what you would be like against her other cheek as well, or maybe even spread over both. She also wanted to feel what it would be like to have you wedged between them.
You, of course, knew none of this, and as the minutes ticked by and the buttocks before you became hotter and sweatier you began to feel the discomfort set in. While you would never deny that Midori was a beautiful woman, and her rear a glorious thing, it didn’t mean that being pressed up against it as it aggressively squeezed you between itself and her rapidly dampening pants was a particularly pleasant experience. Though there was a lot of give in these buttocks they invariably hardened up with exercise as the muscles clenched, and the significant sheen of sweat that was developing only made her pants cling tighter. With no room to move or even to think of reforming, you could feel yourself getting flattened even further against the heated flesh, to the extent that you were starting to become concerned that you might actually get ironed on. If that happened there was a risk that you could become stuck for days. Not to mention that being face-first against her, there would be no way for you to explain your presence, or even to properly identify yourself in your smeared state.
If there was one comfort you could take it was that the ambient temperature outside of Midori’s pants seemed to be dropping, your back cooling almost imperceptibly even as your front continued to swelter. Unseen by you this was a result of the sun beginning to sink below the horizon, and the cool sea breeze blowing upon Midori as she now ran near to the shore, framed by the setting sun and unknowingly creating a moment Rachel would have loved to catch on film. Taking her attention off her feet for a moment to watch the horizon, the model smiled happily, feeling for a moment truly at peace in this beautiful setting, and with the man of her dreams hugged to her ass. A moment later she shook the thought off and returned her eyes to the path ahead, reminding herself that you were Yakima’s boyfriend, rather than hers. Still… if you ended up coming back to Japan with your new partner perhaps she could borrow you occasionally to join her on her morning and evening runs.
By the time the hotel was coming back into sight, Midori was lightly panting from the exertion of her long jog, though with her endorphins surging she felt good and like she could keep going if she really wanted to. Still, it was getting late, and she didn’t want either her friends or her boss to worry about her. Not to mention that she wanted a chance to actually see the cutie that had been hugging her butt all day. It would probably be too much to ask you for a kiss, but she was hoping that she could at least give you a good snuggle before inevitably handing you over to Yakima. Meanwhile, you were mostly just happy the constant bouncing was becoming less frenetic, as Midori slowed her steps, and hoped that this was a sign that you were soon going to be released from what had turned into quite the hot and sweaty predicament. Certainly not the worse beating you’d taken at the mercy of a butt, and it was a nice butt to be sure, but you were still more than ready to be free from this prison.
The first proper indication you had that Midori had returned to the hotel was the feeling of her booty bouncing up a familiar set of stairs, though at this point you no longer questioned why the seemingly fitness-oriented girl was forgoing the elevator. The muffled click of the door heralded the model’s return to the room in which you had last been exposed to the light of day, followed by the muffled sounds of a quiet conversation. Whispered as it was, you had no hope of making out what was being said, though from the tone you felt it was Cori to whom Midori was speaking, recognising her sultry voice from the night you had spent in her teasing care. It did odd things to your insides to hear the whispered tones of these two beauties conversing above you, and you tried not to dwell too much on what that could mean, or why you were straining in the hopes that you might hear Yakima as well.
Above you, Midori was shaking her head with fond exasperation at the sight of a half-naked Yakima spread-eagled and asleep on one of the room’s beds, her substantial butt sticking up into the air as she lay face-down. According to Cori the girl had been worrying herself so much about where you were that she had told her to lay down and take a break, and then she’d just straight up fallen asleep. Your host felt a pang of guilt at having kept you from your girlfriend and making her worry so much, though comforted herself with the knowledge that when Yakima woke she could be with you again. In the meantime she looked to her blonde colleague and then at her own butt as she folded her arms and leaned back against the wall, making a show of rubbing her booty into the surface as if struggling to scratch a persistent itch. Her friend’s eyes followed the movement and Midori smirked, raising her voice a little now so that her cute little passenger would hopefully be able to hear. “Hey Cori…”
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