Meeting Sam
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 53
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
"Bad little pets who won't do what they're told get punished..."
Even though you now know it was just a dream, the sudden flashback hits as you see Tien reach down to grab you, and you shudder as a chill runs down your spine and all thoughts of resisting her go out of your head. You go limp as her thumb and forefinger grab you underneath your arms and pick you up, lifting you into the cold, but relatively fresh air inside the room... well, you go limp except for the part of you that's stubborn about that most mornings, that is.
For half a second, Tien dangles you beside the bed with the sleeping Sora, covering her mouth to hide a silent chuckle at the sight of your erection. You flush red with embarrassment and look away, resentful of this new humiliation but also praying for Sora to wake up and somehow save you from whatever Tien's plans are without... also finding out...
Apparently you're not holy enough for those prayers to count for much, however, because Tien uncovers her mouth and reaches her other hand out for you. You flinch away, instinctively, but surprisingly, she just turns her other palm up under you to set you gently down, then gets up and tiptoes her way out of the room.
The house she and Sora live in is fairly large, and you have plenty of time going down the hall, towards Tien's room, to take in her dress and demeaner. A snappy, formal-looking dark suit, which pairs oddly with the slippers she wears for walking around inside the house, mild jewelry, already made up and groomed... is she going to work now? What's she taking you for?
As she starts to relax and walk less stealthily, away from Sora's room, you sit curled up in her palm, and speak up briefly: "It's just a morning thing."
Tien flits her eyes at you just briefly, and not-quite-hides a little smirk, looking forward again: "I didn't ask."
"Well, it is."
"Okay, Stevie." Damn it, if her tone wasn't so playful and her palm so warm, maybe your cursed 'morning thing' would have gone away by now. You grit your teeth in chagrin at her casual use of 'Stevie', and then she says, with a wink: "As long as you were dreaming about me, instead of Sora."
You protest, "I did! I-" And then you bite down hard as you realize what you said, suddenly wishing you could sacrifice some years of life to turn back time and undo that moment, or, failing that, maybe just die on the spot, and spare yourself the suffering of having Tien look down at you in surprise, eyes widening, and then suddenly burst out into restrained laughter as she finally reaches the door to her room.
'I should have just played along and begged Sora to swallow me. That would have been less humiliating than this' you think with a groan, planting your scorching-red face firmly behind your hands. "Look... just... it's early. What do you want?" You ask without looking at her, desperate to change the subject as soon as possible.
Tien gathers her composure a little, still clearly amused, and, thankfully, answers before setting her free hand on the door. "Oh, nothing much. Just had a little surprise for you." She dances coyly around the question, and then dramatically turns the knob and starts to swing open the door. "This is my wife, Samantha." She flourishes, presenting you openly to the dim-lit room as she steps inside. "And, Sam... you can probably guess who this is."
Turning to look at you, wearing a short, open-top red dress and a slightly tired expression, is... probably the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen.
Standing at least a foot shorter than Tien, but with ample curves gracing her otherwise equally-trim figure, her piercing blue eyes lock onto you; full lips curve into a slightly shocked expression. While you're still actively fighting to keep your jaw from dropping, she quickly recovers, her short-cropped platinum blond hair lashing about briefly as she gives her head a little shake.
"Ti! Why didn't you let me get cleaned up before I met him!"
Samantha's - Sam's - voice, even scolding, chimes like a silver bell. With an expression of mock outrage, she struts over to the two of you and lightly smacks Tien on the wrist - the one not holding you, thankfully. "Hi, I'm Sam."
She turns to you apologetically, offering out her palm as if inviting you to step on it as Tien adopts a posture of smug self-satisfaction. "You're Stevie McMinor, right? I'm sorry, I must look a mess... someone wouldn't even let me shower after I got back from the airport. I just want to say that I'm a huge, huuuuge fan of what you're doing for our little girl, and if there's anything at all that I can do to make things more comfortable for you, then please don't hesitate to ask."
"...um."
She stares at you expectantly for half a panicked moment, as you scramble to say something without embarrassing yourself. She's clearly expecting you to step into her palm to speak to her, a not abnormal expectation in your experience, but there's no way you can get up and show her your full morning glory now. Finally, a sane adult authority figure! And she seems really nice! And also smoking hot! What do you say!?"
As you're struggling to find a response, Tien says: "Actually, there is one thing."
Without warning, the hand that's holding you tightens up, darts forward, and shoves you right into Sam's deep and generous cleavage.
The two of you being caught completely by surprise, your brief shout disappears into Sam's flesh as you're swallowed up without a trace by the bodacious blonde's bountiful breasts, whereas you hear her own, sharp gasp of shock reverberate through all around in your new, fleshy prison. For Sam, the scene right afterwards is quite chaotic, as Tien takes advantage of her surprise to shove her back across the room, then into the bathroom, then slam the door behind her and swiftly prop a nearby chair - snatched from the makeup table - under the handle.
It's even more chaotic for you, of course, with Sam's top bouncing around all over the place as she protests the sudden rough treatment. This is followed by some rough jerking back and forth, as she yanks on the bathroom door.
"Ti! What the hell!? Stop messing around!" Your surroundings boom with Sam's indignant tones, and you feel some sweat along your back. That's when you realize that though it is quite warm in here... it isn't your sweat. Sam's had a very long day, apparently, and despite the pressure all around you, you feel yourself slip down slightly further as she tries shaking the door again. You doubt you'll end up smelling any better coming out of here, than you did going in.
"Oh, Stevie! Eek! Sorry, just hang on, I'll get you... out of there... Tiii!"
"What? You both needed a shower, anyway. He's been a good boy, so why don't you two just have fun with it? I'll be downstairs getting breakfast, see you after!" You can barely make out Tien's voice through all the tons and tons of massive mammary around you.
"Ti-en! What's he going to think of us!?"
"Somehow, I don't think he'll mind. But like you said, he can't think anything if you blow his mind hard enough. Bye, now!"
At this point, Sam goes still and quiet; you could swear you physically feel the skin pressing down on you become instantaneously hotter by entire degrees. You certainly feel it increase in sweat. The pounding of her heartbeat spikes rapidly in tandem and so, generally, you're privy to a lot of information that Sam would probably rather you not be so closely privy to.
Not to mention her boobs.
In this extremely awkward and increasingly-uncomfortable environment, do you...
Even though you now know it was just a dream, the sudden flashback hits as you see Tien reach down to grab you, and you shudder as a chill runs down your spine and all thoughts of resisting her go out of your head. You go limp as her thumb and forefinger grab you underneath your arms and pick you up, lifting you into the cold, but relatively fresh air inside the room... well, you go limp except for the part of you that's stubborn about that most mornings, that is.
For half a second, Tien dangles you beside the bed with the sleeping Sora, covering her mouth to hide a silent chuckle at the sight of your erection. You flush red with embarrassment and look away, resentful of this new humiliation but also praying for Sora to wake up and somehow save you from whatever Tien's plans are without... also finding out...
Apparently you're not holy enough for those prayers to count for much, however, because Tien uncovers her mouth and reaches her other hand out for you. You flinch away, instinctively, but surprisingly, she just turns her other palm up under you to set you gently down, then gets up and tiptoes her way out of the room.
The house she and Sora live in is fairly large, and you have plenty of time going down the hall, towards Tien's room, to take in her dress and demeaner. A snappy, formal-looking dark suit, which pairs oddly with the slippers she wears for walking around inside the house, mild jewelry, already made up and groomed... is she going to work now? What's she taking you for?
As she starts to relax and walk less stealthily, away from Sora's room, you sit curled up in her palm, and speak up briefly: "It's just a morning thing."
Tien flits her eyes at you just briefly, and not-quite-hides a little smirk, looking forward again: "I didn't ask."
"Well, it is."
"Okay, Stevie." Damn it, if her tone wasn't so playful and her palm so warm, maybe your cursed 'morning thing' would have gone away by now. You grit your teeth in chagrin at her casual use of 'Stevie', and then she says, with a wink: "As long as you were dreaming about me, instead of Sora."
You protest, "I did! I-" And then you bite down hard as you realize what you said, suddenly wishing you could sacrifice some years of life to turn back time and undo that moment, or, failing that, maybe just die on the spot, and spare yourself the suffering of having Tien look down at you in surprise, eyes widening, and then suddenly burst out into restrained laughter as she finally reaches the door to her room.
'I should have just played along and begged Sora to swallow me. That would have been less humiliating than this' you think with a groan, planting your scorching-red face firmly behind your hands. "Look... just... it's early. What do you want?" You ask without looking at her, desperate to change the subject as soon as possible.
Tien gathers her composure a little, still clearly amused, and, thankfully, answers before setting her free hand on the door. "Oh, nothing much. Just had a little surprise for you." She dances coyly around the question, and then dramatically turns the knob and starts to swing open the door. "This is my wife, Samantha." She flourishes, presenting you openly to the dim-lit room as she steps inside. "And, Sam... you can probably guess who this is."
Turning to look at you, wearing a short, open-top red dress and a slightly tired expression, is... probably the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen.
Standing at least a foot shorter than Tien, but with ample curves gracing her otherwise equally-trim figure, her piercing blue eyes lock onto you; full lips curve into a slightly shocked expression. While you're still actively fighting to keep your jaw from dropping, she quickly recovers, her short-cropped platinum blond hair lashing about briefly as she gives her head a little shake.
"Ti! Why didn't you let me get cleaned up before I met him!"
Samantha's - Sam's - voice, even scolding, chimes like a silver bell. With an expression of mock outrage, she struts over to the two of you and lightly smacks Tien on the wrist - the one not holding you, thankfully. "Hi, I'm Sam."
She turns to you apologetically, offering out her palm as if inviting you to step on it as Tien adopts a posture of smug self-satisfaction. "You're Stevie McMinor, right? I'm sorry, I must look a mess... someone wouldn't even let me shower after I got back from the airport. I just want to say that I'm a huge, huuuuge fan of what you're doing for our little girl, and if there's anything at all that I can do to make things more comfortable for you, then please don't hesitate to ask."
"...um."
She stares at you expectantly for half a panicked moment, as you scramble to say something without embarrassing yourself. She's clearly expecting you to step into her palm to speak to her, a not abnormal expectation in your experience, but there's no way you can get up and show her your full morning glory now. Finally, a sane adult authority figure! And she seems really nice! And also smoking hot! What do you say!?"
As you're struggling to find a response, Tien says: "Actually, there is one thing."
Without warning, the hand that's holding you tightens up, darts forward, and shoves you right into Sam's deep and generous cleavage.
The two of you being caught completely by surprise, your brief shout disappears into Sam's flesh as you're swallowed up without a trace by the bodacious blonde's bountiful breasts, whereas you hear her own, sharp gasp of shock reverberate through all around in your new, fleshy prison. For Sam, the scene right afterwards is quite chaotic, as Tien takes advantage of her surprise to shove her back across the room, then into the bathroom, then slam the door behind her and swiftly prop a nearby chair - snatched from the makeup table - under the handle.
It's even more chaotic for you, of course, with Sam's top bouncing around all over the place as she protests the sudden rough treatment. This is followed by some rough jerking back and forth, as she yanks on the bathroom door.
"Ti! What the hell!? Stop messing around!" Your surroundings boom with Sam's indignant tones, and you feel some sweat along your back. That's when you realize that though it is quite warm in here... it isn't your sweat. Sam's had a very long day, apparently, and despite the pressure all around you, you feel yourself slip down slightly further as she tries shaking the door again. You doubt you'll end up smelling any better coming out of here, than you did going in.
"Oh, Stevie! Eek! Sorry, just hang on, I'll get you... out of there... Tiii!"
"What? You both needed a shower, anyway. He's been a good boy, so why don't you two just have fun with it? I'll be downstairs getting breakfast, see you after!" You can barely make out Tien's voice through all the tons and tons of massive mammary around you.
"Ti-en! What's he going to think of us!?"
"Somehow, I don't think he'll mind. But like you said, he can't think anything if you blow his mind hard enough. Bye, now!"
At this point, Sam goes still and quiet; you could swear you physically feel the skin pressing down on you become instantaneously hotter by entire degrees. You certainly feel it increase in sweat. The pounding of her heartbeat spikes rapidly in tandem and so, generally, you're privy to a lot of information that Sam would probably rather you not be so closely privy to.
Not to mention her boobs.
In this extremely awkward and increasingly-uncomfortable environment, do you...
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