Eirlys left my apartment, leaving me confused, confused, and even more confused.
I touched a woman’s boobs.
Of course, that was not my first rodeo, back when I was still an active member of society, I’ve did just that multiple times as a joke and I would usually get away with it.
But this time, it was not a joke boob squeeze, but it seemed very real, it was... Like, romantic? No! Not the word, fuck, non-platonic. It was a sexual-motivated boob squeeze, from a REAL woman.
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.
I looked to the back of my pod.
I looked to my chair where she sat, and an idea popped up into my head.
I stood up, and slowly went to lock the door. Not even going to question how was she here in the first place.
Then I came over to my PC, and knelt down right next to the seat.
Sweet mother of lord... I smell perfume, and a strange smell. Not the smell of my sweat and ass, a new smell, overpowering. I could just be imagining it, but there was a smell that I didn’t recognize.
She left her scent here. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⟡fire.net
I did the only reasonable thing, and stuff my face there as I took off my underwear, throwing it aside on the floor and started touching myself.
Huffing up the scents left by the beautiful, cold and commanding woman, I got my left hand squeezing hastily and tightly over my own B-cups.
Over the years my tits have grown to desensitise from pleasure of my own hands. So lately, I’ve been developing new ways to stimulate myself, mostly around the idea of pinching the nipples and using my nails to inflict a weird tingling, sharp pain type of joy.
My right hand went deep inside my pussy, smashing in and out violently as I opened my mouth to moan and licking my own seat. I knew my tolerance and what can bring me joy, though lately it hadn’t been enough lately, so my masturbation rate per week had dropped from 15 to just 12. But this week it might be shot up to 20 thanks to Eirlys.
My record was 40 per week... It was when the VR early access pod came and I married a half-elf half-cat girl after three months of grinding and flirting.
"Fuck... FUCK... Arf... Oh lord..."
My imaginary ran wild as I imagined myself being violently suffocated and dildoed by that white hair woman, I imagined it was her finger fucking me and hitting all the best spots. I imagined myself licking her boots for money. Oh god maybe she’ll put a leash on me while I walk naked around her thousand yards mansion?
I tuned down all of that, and started savoring the memories of touching her boobs. I should’ve asked for more, I folded too easily, I could have easily asked for her to kiss me.
As we kissed, our tongue intertwined, Eirlys’ hand started to creep down on my tits as I held her tight while remained seated in my pod. She’d princess carry me lay down flat on my rotten-old bed and started spanking me. Then I’d wet myself with my underwear still on, before she flipped me like an omelette and took off her shirt, letting me suck on her giant milkers while she play with my clit.
Soon, my eyes rolled up to my brains as my fingers accelerated to the speed of light. Before I knew it, I passed out right on the floor, with my ass up to the air and my face slammed.
Note to self, do not masturbate after 20 hours of non-stop gaming.