An Awkward Evening
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 35
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
Well, this is...awkward.
That was the only thing that came to mind as you and Midori sat in an uncomfortable silence.
Though neither of you were at fault for the circumstances that brought you to her home, it did little to dispel the embarrassment of what happened after. Your face heated up as you vividly recalled Midori's luscious body, the image of her bare figure seared into your memory. And despite your best efforts to forget about it, the treacherous image kept worming its way back to the forefront.
Midori wasn't taking the situation any better than you were as she kept sneaking glances at you, only to turn away blushing.
And you had a hard time keeping your eyes off the model as well.
The loose T-shirt Midori wore did little to hide the impressive curves beneath and was far far too small to conceal her lower half. You gulped each time she shifted in her seat, the undersized garment riding up with the motion and giving you a sensual peek of the racy pair of panties clinging tightly to her hips.
Pulling your eyes away from her was far more difficult than you wanted.
But you couldn't help yourself.
Beside your family and girlfriend, your experience with women was practically non-existent. The number times that you've actually talked face-to-face with a girl could be counted on one hand. You didn't include your usual luck when dealing with the fairer sex, as those were more along the lines of accidents and you being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And it didn't help your confidence as Midori, like Yakima, was drop-dead gorgeous.
A traitorous part of you ran an appraising eye over the Asian model. Whilst she was a definite heavy weight in the breast department; she was sadly overshadowed by the likes of Cori, Yakima, and especially Olivia, who probably held the world's title for largest rack. No, Midori's charm lied lower. Long legs, plump thighs, and an ass that trumped all others, Midori was built to be a pleasure to the eyes when it came to everything below the belt.
You gulped, tearing your eyes away once again.
Despite your desire to break the ice with Midori, you really did but had no clue where to start. Gah! It shouldn't be this hard. All you needed to do was just open your mouth and say something... anything... come on just spit it out already!
"How big is your ass?"
You snapped your jaws shut.
It was too late though as Midori blinked once, twice, then burst into a fit of giggles.
Your face burned.
'Oh, God. Just please kill me now.'
"Sorry, sorry." Midori managed to stifle her giggles long enough to speak, albeit barely after seeing your mortified expression though not before another fit came over her. "That's a trade secret little guy." You whined as she said that, but she took pity on and asked, "How about we watch a movie instead?"
You nodded woodenly, still blushing bright red and not trusting your mouth, lest you say something even more mortifying.
Letting out one last giggle, Midori hopped off the couch and headed over to the shelf by the TV. "Now I don't have much and I'm not sure what you're into, but a do have a few DVDs that Cori loaned me. They should be right around...here" Midori bent down, eyes on the row of the films.
Your eyes, however, were glued to the enormous moons that were suddenly in front of you.
No longer hidden by her T-shirt, you had an unobstructed view of the model's enormous rear. Though you knew from your time under her at the restaurant, but seeing the sheer size of Midori's ass left you awestruck. The twin moons filled your vision, blocking out everything else. Midori's underwear was nothing but a strip of fabric flossing itself between the enormous mounds, leaving them bare to your eyes.
Amazing...
And Midori, unaware of your staring, rocked back and forth on her heels with her rear shaking from the motion.
It was hypnotic, watching it sway in front you.
You gulped, unable to turn away.
"Oh! How about this one." Midori happily held up a film and looked over her shoulder. "I bet you're big a comedy fan, so how about we watch some Happy Gilm-...Ben?" She blinked, seeing the little guy sitting stiff as a board and completely cherry red. "What's wrong?" When he didn't answer, Midori, now somewhat worried, twisted around to get a closer look at him only to see his head swivel in place. What was he looking at…!?!?
"EEEPPP!!!" She squealed, following your gaze, and grabbing onto the hem of her shirt, yanking it down over her butt.
You jumped, her scream jolting you out of your trance and you stumbled back as the model hastily turned to hide her behind.
However, your eyes were now glued on Midori's chest.
With her pulling down on the back of the T-shirt, the front was now stretched taut over her chest. A chest that you could see was neither supported nor covered by a bra and pushed defiantly against the offending fabric trying to force it down. And completely against your will, your eyes were instantly drawn to the little bumps atop each breast.
"Wow." You unintentionally murmured.
"Turn around!" Midori screeched, dropping to the floor with her arms wrapped protectively around her chest, practically boiling red at this point.
“Yes Ma’am!” You instantly replied and quickly presented your back.
Silence descended once again, the two of you dyed red with embarrassment.
Keeping your eyes on the wall, you idly wondered if the universe got a kick out of putting you in these sorts of situations.
First, it was your intimate meeting with Yakima, followed by the hectic photo shoot surrounded by her gorgeous workmates, and now you were sitting here with a half-naked beauty that had just mooned you. At this point, these sorts of situations were guaranteed to happen whenever a pretty girl showed up. It was almost like you were a romcom protagonist, except you were an inch-tall and ended up used as a chew toy most of the time.
You heard Midori shuffling around behind you, but you kept your eyes face-forward.
"Um, you can turn around now." Midori half whispered behind you after a few moments.
Gulping, you slowly twisted your head.
Midori sat awkwardly in front of the table, her legs tucked underneath her and slightly hunched forward, her breasts now slight bumps poking against the shirt. Her face was still red, but you was probably much the same. Mimicking her posture, you sat there as you once again tried and failed to say something.
The two of you sat like that for a few moments, before Midori spoke up.
"Sorry."
"No, you're not at fault.” You shook your head apologetically, “I'm sorry for staring."
Midori nodded, blushing, "It's just...I'm not used to having guests over, especially guys."
She left out the 'inch-tall' part, which you appreciated. "I guess it's the same for me. I haven't really ever stayed over at someone's house." Not intentionally anyways. "It's usual just my mom and sisters, so this is kinda of new to me as well." You scratched the back of your head, "Especially with a pretty girl like you." That part came out as a whisper.
A small smile touched her lips, "Then how about we just start over and introduce ourselves." She held out her pinkie. "Hi, I'm Midori."
"Ben." You clasped and shook her finger. "Nice to meet you."
"A pleasure." She giggled, then held up a movie. "Then Ben, would you like to watch a movie with me?"
"Definitely." You smiled and jumped to your feet before giving her a bow. "It'd be my honor and pleasure to do so."
Midori giggled, slowly getting back to her feet.
You respectfully turned away while she placed the movie in the DVD player and then felt yourself being gently lifted into the air before she deposited you onto her palm and carried you over to the couch.
Surprisingly, once she got comfortable on the couch, Midori gently dropped you on top of her bosom.
Looking up, she gave you a tiny nod.
So, with her permission, you carefully settled yourself down.
Midori's chest was nice and comfortable, the fabric of the shirt was smooth and her breasts far softer than any chair. The scent of soap tickled your nose. You could feel her warmth and scent pervading through the shirt, helping you relax. You blushed as her every breath had you rocking gently in tune with her swaying breasts as you slowly sank into her cleavage. You weren't too worried as Midori should be able to fish you out if you got stuck between her mounds, unlike your first meeting with Yakima.
And compared some of your other overnights at a stranger's house, this was practically heavenly.
You and Midori chuckled at the antics of titular character, your 'seat' shaking with each laugh. This was nice, you admitted. A nice, peaceful time with a hot girl. You and Victoria should do something like this once you get home. About halfway through the movie though, you found yourself having some trouble keeping your eyes open. The warmth and steady beat of Midori's heart lulling to sleep as you let out a yawn.
Looking up, Midori was still engrossed in the movie.
You tried to do so as well, but another yawn escaped you. On the losing end of a battle to stay awake, you settled down as comfortably as you could and closed your eyes.
A few minutes of shut eye shouldn't hurt.
That was the only thing that came to mind as you and Midori sat in an uncomfortable silence.
Though neither of you were at fault for the circumstances that brought you to her home, it did little to dispel the embarrassment of what happened after. Your face heated up as you vividly recalled Midori's luscious body, the image of her bare figure seared into your memory. And despite your best efforts to forget about it, the treacherous image kept worming its way back to the forefront.
Midori wasn't taking the situation any better than you were as she kept sneaking glances at you, only to turn away blushing.
And you had a hard time keeping your eyes off the model as well.
The loose T-shirt Midori wore did little to hide the impressive curves beneath and was far far too small to conceal her lower half. You gulped each time she shifted in her seat, the undersized garment riding up with the motion and giving you a sensual peek of the racy pair of panties clinging tightly to her hips.
Pulling your eyes away from her was far more difficult than you wanted.
But you couldn't help yourself.
Beside your family and girlfriend, your experience with women was practically non-existent. The number times that you've actually talked face-to-face with a girl could be counted on one hand. You didn't include your usual luck when dealing with the fairer sex, as those were more along the lines of accidents and you being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And it didn't help your confidence as Midori, like Yakima, was drop-dead gorgeous.
A traitorous part of you ran an appraising eye over the Asian model. Whilst she was a definite heavy weight in the breast department; she was sadly overshadowed by the likes of Cori, Yakima, and especially Olivia, who probably held the world's title for largest rack. No, Midori's charm lied lower. Long legs, plump thighs, and an ass that trumped all others, Midori was built to be a pleasure to the eyes when it came to everything below the belt.
You gulped, tearing your eyes away once again.
Despite your desire to break the ice with Midori, you really did but had no clue where to start. Gah! It shouldn't be this hard. All you needed to do was just open your mouth and say something... anything... come on just spit it out already!
"How big is your ass?"
You snapped your jaws shut.
It was too late though as Midori blinked once, twice, then burst into a fit of giggles.
Your face burned.
'Oh, God. Just please kill me now.'
"Sorry, sorry." Midori managed to stifle her giggles long enough to speak, albeit barely after seeing your mortified expression though not before another fit came over her. "That's a trade secret little guy." You whined as she said that, but she took pity on and asked, "How about we watch a movie instead?"
You nodded woodenly, still blushing bright red and not trusting your mouth, lest you say something even more mortifying.
Letting out one last giggle, Midori hopped off the couch and headed over to the shelf by the TV. "Now I don't have much and I'm not sure what you're into, but a do have a few DVDs that Cori loaned me. They should be right around...here" Midori bent down, eyes on the row of the films.
Your eyes, however, were glued to the enormous moons that were suddenly in front of you.
No longer hidden by her T-shirt, you had an unobstructed view of the model's enormous rear. Though you knew from your time under her at the restaurant, but seeing the sheer size of Midori's ass left you awestruck. The twin moons filled your vision, blocking out everything else. Midori's underwear was nothing but a strip of fabric flossing itself between the enormous mounds, leaving them bare to your eyes.
Amazing...
And Midori, unaware of your staring, rocked back and forth on her heels with her rear shaking from the motion.
It was hypnotic, watching it sway in front you.
You gulped, unable to turn away.
"Oh! How about this one." Midori happily held up a film and looked over her shoulder. "I bet you're big a comedy fan, so how about we watch some Happy Gilm-...Ben?" She blinked, seeing the little guy sitting stiff as a board and completely cherry red. "What's wrong?" When he didn't answer, Midori, now somewhat worried, twisted around to get a closer look at him only to see his head swivel in place. What was he looking at…!?!?
"EEEPPP!!!" She squealed, following your gaze, and grabbing onto the hem of her shirt, yanking it down over her butt.
You jumped, her scream jolting you out of your trance and you stumbled back as the model hastily turned to hide her behind.
However, your eyes were now glued on Midori's chest.
With her pulling down on the back of the T-shirt, the front was now stretched taut over her chest. A chest that you could see was neither supported nor covered by a bra and pushed defiantly against the offending fabric trying to force it down. And completely against your will, your eyes were instantly drawn to the little bumps atop each breast.
"Wow." You unintentionally murmured.
"Turn around!" Midori screeched, dropping to the floor with her arms wrapped protectively around her chest, practically boiling red at this point.
“Yes Ma’am!” You instantly replied and quickly presented your back.
Silence descended once again, the two of you dyed red with embarrassment.
Keeping your eyes on the wall, you idly wondered if the universe got a kick out of putting you in these sorts of situations.
First, it was your intimate meeting with Yakima, followed by the hectic photo shoot surrounded by her gorgeous workmates, and now you were sitting here with a half-naked beauty that had just mooned you. At this point, these sorts of situations were guaranteed to happen whenever a pretty girl showed up. It was almost like you were a romcom protagonist, except you were an inch-tall and ended up used as a chew toy most of the time.
You heard Midori shuffling around behind you, but you kept your eyes face-forward.
"Um, you can turn around now." Midori half whispered behind you after a few moments.
Gulping, you slowly twisted your head.
Midori sat awkwardly in front of the table, her legs tucked underneath her and slightly hunched forward, her breasts now slight bumps poking against the shirt. Her face was still red, but you was probably much the same. Mimicking her posture, you sat there as you once again tried and failed to say something.
The two of you sat like that for a few moments, before Midori spoke up.
"Sorry."
"No, you're not at fault.” You shook your head apologetically, “I'm sorry for staring."
Midori nodded, blushing, "It's just...I'm not used to having guests over, especially guys."
She left out the 'inch-tall' part, which you appreciated. "I guess it's the same for me. I haven't really ever stayed over at someone's house." Not intentionally anyways. "It's usual just my mom and sisters, so this is kinda of new to me as well." You scratched the back of your head, "Especially with a pretty girl like you." That part came out as a whisper.
A small smile touched her lips, "Then how about we just start over and introduce ourselves." She held out her pinkie. "Hi, I'm Midori."
"Ben." You clasped and shook her finger. "Nice to meet you."
"A pleasure." She giggled, then held up a movie. "Then Ben, would you like to watch a movie with me?"
"Definitely." You smiled and jumped to your feet before giving her a bow. "It'd be my honor and pleasure to do so."
Midori giggled, slowly getting back to her feet.
You respectfully turned away while she placed the movie in the DVD player and then felt yourself being gently lifted into the air before she deposited you onto her palm and carried you over to the couch.
Surprisingly, once she got comfortable on the couch, Midori gently dropped you on top of her bosom.
Looking up, she gave you a tiny nod.
So, with her permission, you carefully settled yourself down.
Midori's chest was nice and comfortable, the fabric of the shirt was smooth and her breasts far softer than any chair. The scent of soap tickled your nose. You could feel her warmth and scent pervading through the shirt, helping you relax. You blushed as her every breath had you rocking gently in tune with her swaying breasts as you slowly sank into her cleavage. You weren't too worried as Midori should be able to fish you out if you got stuck between her mounds, unlike your first meeting with Yakima.
And compared some of your other overnights at a stranger's house, this was practically heavenly.
You and Midori chuckled at the antics of titular character, your 'seat' shaking with each laugh. This was nice, you admitted. A nice, peaceful time with a hot girl. You and Victoria should do something like this once you get home. About halfway through the movie though, you found yourself having some trouble keeping your eyes open. The warmth and steady beat of Midori's heart lulling to sleep as you let out a yawn.
Looking up, Midori was still engrossed in the movie.
You tried to do so as well, but another yawn escaped you. On the losing end of a battle to stay awake, you settled down as comfortably as you could and closed your eyes.
A few minutes of shut eye shouldn't hurt.
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