Hide and Seek and Sex
Your feet carry you to the edge of the couch where you promptly crawl under the enormous pillow Natasha had rested her head on. The buzz of the alcohol has left your head. Instead, a burning heat has settled on your cheeks. Your whole body feels like it was on the brink of bursting into flame. Heart pounding, you wedge yourself into the small gap between the pillow and the couch itself, poking your head out, eyes focused onto the door to Natasha's bedroom. Any second now, she would emerge and you don't want to miss that for anything in the world. A tiny voice in the back of your head tells you that this isn't the best hiding spot - in fact it is probably one of the first places she will look. But your mind, soul, and - most of all - body agree: you don't mind if she finds you. You are looking forward to it.
Only the pale, white-blue light of the long forgotten television illuminates the room and as if on cue, the bedroom door slides open. Your breath catches in your throat and you clap a hand infront of your mouth - or your squeal might have ruined the game. Natasha had discarded her clothes, except for her lacy, blue panties clinging tightly to her legs, and a matching - and exceptionally revealing - bra. Her tan skin reflected the dim flickering. It almost looked like her whole body was glowing in a faint ethereal light. A sultry smile adorns her face, her eyes are twinkling like stars in the nightsky. She knows you're watching and she likes it.
Her first step is slow. A soft rusteling drings to your ears as her toes brush the fabric below her, and then a decided 'thump', as she puts her foot down a little too hard. Thump. Thump. Slowly, Natasha lazes into the room. She comes to a stop only a few feet from your hiding place, casually letting her eyes drift over the table, the floor, the couch. You look up at her and she seems even bigger than before, as if you were standing directly infront of a skyscraper. Your heart fluttered. Her hungry smile made her look like a gigantic dragon, on the prowl for a little princess to take back to her cave.
A fake yawn erupted over Natasha's face and she spoke with a playfully exaggerated voice.
"Oh my, I'm so bored! I really need something to entertain me. What to do? What to do..." Slowly, she bends her knees, crouching down and getting on all fours.
"Maybe there's something to have some fun with around..."
Ever so slowly, she crawls forward, closer to you, her eyes still scanning every surface. You shrink back just the tiniest bit. This game could go on for a little while longer.
"Something to make me feel good... Maybe, a little toy?"
She quickly pulls her head down, out of your sight, looking under the very couch you're hiding on. For a moment, there is silence. Then, Natasha's low, giggeling hum reaches your ears as she raises her head again, an even wider smile on her face. She gets up again, resting one arm on the couch. Her head turns towards the little table infront of you, eyes twinkling with excitement as she searches for any trace of you.
"A tiny, little toy sounds nice..."
She looks around, finding nothing. For a moment, you think she might not find you. But then, ever so slowly, she lets her hand glide over the couch, fingertips just barely touching the fabric, coming directly towards you. You snuggle even deeper under your pillow. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't feel you. Still, you keep your eyes trained on the approaching palm, part of you wanting to prolong the game, part of you desperate to feel her smooth touch.
"Maybe even..." Natasha trails off. Your heart is pounding in your ears as her palm inevitably brushes closer. Just a foot away. Then only a couple of inches. Then, she touches the pillow. And slides... underneath. You can feel the pillow above you shift and move as Natasha's enormous hand moves over the soft surface. With all your might, you press yourself even further back. You can't even see outside anymore, except for a faint blue flicker of the television. Then, only darkness. Your whole body tingles.
And then, you feel her gigantic fingers brushing over you. A slight twitch drives through them, as you make contact with her soft skin. A heartbeat passes, both of you absolutely still. Then her hand wraps around you.
"Maybe even a tiny, little girl!"
Natasha pulls you out from your hiding place, looking at you with those sparkling eyes.
"Oh my, seems I've found myself a little toy. And such a cute one, even." Her voice is soft, but oozing with arousal. Her cheeks are equally flushed as yours. She inches you closer to her face.
"Such a cute, little toy... I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." Her final words are a merely a whisper. "Looks like I've won..."
You squrim in her hand and she grips you even tighter. Her thumb slowly caresses your body, feeling your face, lingering on your breasts, sliding down further, and stopping on your thighs. All nervousness is gone, up into smoke in the fire of your passion. Instinctively, you pull your legs apart. At a snail's pace Natasha rubs her thumb up and down your most sensitive area.
Suddenly, your vision gets blurry as you are flung through the air. Your ears register the booming Thump! Thump! Thump! of her footsteps as she rushes towards her bedroom. Everything spins, the faint light swirling together into a sea of muted colours. Then, you suddenly loose your footing and sail through the air. You land on something smooth and soft. For a moment, you hold your head down, pressing your face against the surface below. You know exactly, where you are.
When your head stops spinning, you look up. Natasha's navel is just an inch away from you. And there, in the distance you can see the beatiful woman smile down at you, her face obscured by her enormous breasts. The blue bra strains against their fullness and you can almost see through the dark lace. Her nipples stand erect, slipping out of the cloth.
Natasha's smile changes ever so slightly and a deep hunger shows on her face. Her look becomes husky, her eyes seem to almost glaze over. Slowly, she raises a hand, letting it glide over you, and lays it onto her chest. Her fingers dig deep into her, squeezing and massaging her tits; her tits which tower over you; her tits, in which you want so desperately to be smothered between. You are so transfixed by her display, that you don't even notice her other hand coming closer. Only when her finger knocks you over, do you realize what's coming...
With just one finger, she presses your entire body into her soft belly and, as she continues to grope herself, slowly pulls you downward. The closer you draw to your destination, the louder she gets. What starts with tiny gasps soon evolves into panting, then into pleasurefilled moaning. Her finger parts the tight wasteband of her panties, creating just enough space to push you into her underwear. You can feel her entire body tremble as you make contact with your goal - her vagina.
The moment of truth has arrived. The last of your hesitation evaporates, leaving only burning desire. Would you get your money? Would you stay safe? Would you even survive the night? None of theses thoughts matter to you anymore, as you give in to your passion. Right now, there is only one thing you want. And it is right infront of you.
You don't hold back. You thrust your body into Natasha's quivering sex, grabbing and kicking and kissing whatever you can find. All, to pleasure the beatiful giantess. One of your legs slides into her and gets stuck. You do not care, instead just wriggeling deeper. Soon, your entire body is coated in her juices. Her moans become louder and louder, turning into shouts, then, finally, into screams as you raise your head and find that dellicious little nub above you. Your last kiss sends her over the edge.
Natasha's orgasms, but to you, she erupts. Her body convulses, threatens to pull you in. The contracting muscles chew on your stuck limbs. Her sex hugs you closer than ever before.
And then, you fall back, being caught by the fabric of her panties. Somewhere far above you, Natasha is still gasping for air. But inside you, the fire is still burning. You sigh, and reach a hand down below, just as something enormous pushes into your back. Her finger slowly circles the outline of your body in her panties, caressing your back. You blink and giggle. Seems like the evening is far from over...
Only the pale, white-blue light of the long forgotten television illuminates the room and as if on cue, the bedroom door slides open. Your breath catches in your throat and you clap a hand infront of your mouth - or your squeal might have ruined the game. Natasha had discarded her clothes, except for her lacy, blue panties clinging tightly to her legs, and a matching - and exceptionally revealing - bra. Her tan skin reflected the dim flickering. It almost looked like her whole body was glowing in a faint ethereal light. A sultry smile adorns her face, her eyes are twinkling like stars in the nightsky. She knows you're watching and she likes it.
Her first step is slow. A soft rusteling drings to your ears as her toes brush the fabric below her, and then a decided 'thump', as she puts her foot down a little too hard. Thump. Thump. Slowly, Natasha lazes into the room. She comes to a stop only a few feet from your hiding place, casually letting her eyes drift over the table, the floor, the couch. You look up at her and she seems even bigger than before, as if you were standing directly infront of a skyscraper. Your heart fluttered. Her hungry smile made her look like a gigantic dragon, on the prowl for a little princess to take back to her cave.
A fake yawn erupted over Natasha's face and she spoke with a playfully exaggerated voice.
"Oh my, I'm so bored! I really need something to entertain me. What to do? What to do..." Slowly, she bends her knees, crouching down and getting on all fours.
"Maybe there's something to have some fun with around..."
Ever so slowly, she crawls forward, closer to you, her eyes still scanning every surface. You shrink back just the tiniest bit. This game could go on for a little while longer.
"Something to make me feel good... Maybe, a little toy?"
She quickly pulls her head down, out of your sight, looking under the very couch you're hiding on. For a moment, there is silence. Then, Natasha's low, giggeling hum reaches your ears as she raises her head again, an even wider smile on her face. She gets up again, resting one arm on the couch. Her head turns towards the little table infront of you, eyes twinkling with excitement as she searches for any trace of you.
"A tiny, little toy sounds nice..."
She looks around, finding nothing. For a moment, you think she might not find you. But then, ever so slowly, she lets her hand glide over the couch, fingertips just barely touching the fabric, coming directly towards you. You snuggle even deeper under your pillow. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't feel you. Still, you keep your eyes trained on the approaching palm, part of you wanting to prolong the game, part of you desperate to feel her smooth touch.
"Maybe even..." Natasha trails off. Your heart is pounding in your ears as her palm inevitably brushes closer. Just a foot away. Then only a couple of inches. Then, she touches the pillow. And slides... underneath. You can feel the pillow above you shift and move as Natasha's enormous hand moves over the soft surface. With all your might, you press yourself even further back. You can't even see outside anymore, except for a faint blue flicker of the television. Then, only darkness. Your whole body tingles.
And then, you feel her gigantic fingers brushing over you. A slight twitch drives through them, as you make contact with her soft skin. A heartbeat passes, both of you absolutely still. Then her hand wraps around you.
"Maybe even a tiny, little girl!"
Natasha pulls you out from your hiding place, looking at you with those sparkling eyes.
"Oh my, seems I've found myself a little toy. And such a cute one, even." Her voice is soft, but oozing with arousal. Her cheeks are equally flushed as yours. She inches you closer to her face.
"Such a cute, little toy... I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." Her final words are a merely a whisper. "Looks like I've won..."
You squrim in her hand and she grips you even tighter. Her thumb slowly caresses your body, feeling your face, lingering on your breasts, sliding down further, and stopping on your thighs. All nervousness is gone, up into smoke in the fire of your passion. Instinctively, you pull your legs apart. At a snail's pace Natasha rubs her thumb up and down your most sensitive area.
Suddenly, your vision gets blurry as you are flung through the air. Your ears register the booming Thump! Thump! Thump! of her footsteps as she rushes towards her bedroom. Everything spins, the faint light swirling together into a sea of muted colours. Then, you suddenly loose your footing and sail through the air. You land on something smooth and soft. For a moment, you hold your head down, pressing your face against the surface below. You know exactly, where you are.
When your head stops spinning, you look up. Natasha's navel is just an inch away from you. And there, in the distance you can see the beatiful woman smile down at you, her face obscured by her enormous breasts. The blue bra strains against their fullness and you can almost see through the dark lace. Her nipples stand erect, slipping out of the cloth.
Natasha's smile changes ever so slightly and a deep hunger shows on her face. Her look becomes husky, her eyes seem to almost glaze over. Slowly, she raises a hand, letting it glide over you, and lays it onto her chest. Her fingers dig deep into her, squeezing and massaging her tits; her tits which tower over you; her tits, in which you want so desperately to be smothered between. You are so transfixed by her display, that you don't even notice her other hand coming closer. Only when her finger knocks you over, do you realize what's coming...
With just one finger, she presses your entire body into her soft belly and, as she continues to grope herself, slowly pulls you downward. The closer you draw to your destination, the louder she gets. What starts with tiny gasps soon evolves into panting, then into pleasurefilled moaning. Her finger parts the tight wasteband of her panties, creating just enough space to push you into her underwear. You can feel her entire body tremble as you make contact with your goal - her vagina.
The moment of truth has arrived. The last of your hesitation evaporates, leaving only burning desire. Would you get your money? Would you stay safe? Would you even survive the night? None of theses thoughts matter to you anymore, as you give in to your passion. Right now, there is only one thing you want. And it is right infront of you.
You don't hold back. You thrust your body into Natasha's quivering sex, grabbing and kicking and kissing whatever you can find. All, to pleasure the beatiful giantess. One of your legs slides into her and gets stuck. You do not care, instead just wriggeling deeper. Soon, your entire body is coated in her juices. Her moans become louder and louder, turning into shouts, then, finally, into screams as you raise your head and find that dellicious little nub above you. Your last kiss sends her over the edge.
Natasha's orgasms, but to you, she erupts. Her body convulses, threatens to pull you in. The contracting muscles chew on your stuck limbs. Her sex hugs you closer than ever before.
And then, you fall back, being caught by the fabric of her panties. Somewhere far above you, Natasha is still gasping for air. But inside you, the fire is still burning. You sigh, and reach a hand down below, just as something enormous pushes into your back. Her finger slowly circles the outline of your body in her panties, caressing your back. You blink and giggle. Seems like the evening is far from over...
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June 3, 2023
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