Isekai Milf Story - General Store Edition (29)
How much time had passed?
"…Me."
"…Ngh. Mmm…."
"Sis."
"Haa… Mmm… Ah, w-what? Why?"
Once the pleasure stimulating her from below her ass finally stopped, Eli—who had been entrusting her body to my hands with her eyes closed—opened them and looked down at me. Her legs were pressed slightly together to keep her steady after that refreshing, muscle-melting bliss, and her face was flushed with arousal as she shot me a questioning look.
"I think I'm kinda getting the hang of it now…."
"…A-already?"
"Yeah. But it feels like it's been over twenty minutes at least…."
I had no clock, so I couldn't be precise, but it had to be about that much, right? Eli seemed oblivious to how much time had flown by. When you're the one being touched, you just lose yourself in the sensation of someone else's hands kneading you, and time slips away. I wasn't complaining about playing with her ass—it had been plenty fun for me—but it wasn't giving me any direct pleasure.
Her face stiffened a little as she started pondering what to do next. Asking for more kneading would show too much of her hand, so she rolled her eyes around, searching for the right words. Then she remembered the drawing of me she'd seen earlier and glanced at the canvas next to the chair I was sitting in.
"…No more parts you're unsure about?"
She knew all that was left was her chest after I'd groped her ass and legs to my heart's content. For a girl her age to suggest that, knowing how sensitive breasts are, was pretty bold. It felt like she was coyly inviting me to play with fire. Kinda cute.
As Eli fidgeted restlessly, staring at me, I lowered my voice a bit and spoke.
"Yeah, actually there is one… but, uh, it's your, y'know, chest…."
"W-what about it?"
"…So, can I touch it?"
I looked up, meeting her flushed gaze, and she let out a sharp "Eep!" like she'd seen something bad for her heart.
Eli paused for a moment before answering.
"I-it's fine as long as you don't think weird stuff. And from now on, you don't have to ask every time—just do it. I'll say if I don't like it."
As long as I wasn't forcing her down, she probably wouldn't say no no matter what. Seemed that way.
"Alright, but standing like that must be tiring for you too, sis. If we're gonna do this sitting down… umm…."
"Th-then, how about this."
While I was thinking, Eli seemed to get a good idea and put it into action. She had me clear away the round stool I was on and brought over a chair with a backrest from near the desk. Following her lead, I sat with my back against it and spread my legs. My small frame didn't take up much space, leaving plenty of room in front.
"You'd get sore bending over like that forever too, Raoul… So… here goes."
Thud.
Eli stuck out her plump, juicy ass and slid it right in front of me. It brushed against my cock, which was leaning to one side, as she settled into my lap like she was snuggling in—but she didn't seem to realize what it was. Our height difference was minimal even seated; she was only a few centimeters taller. Her slender, fawn-like nape was right at eye level. Her back was deeply exposed by her top, with her natural twintails tied low. The pretty orange strands nearly tickled my nose, carrying a faint soap scent. And feeling her ass squirming between my thighs was so cute I wanted to bite her.
"Sis."
"Eep! W-what?"
She trembled slightly when I touched her shoulder.
"You'll get tired holding that pose forever too…."
I tugged her shoulder gently, and her body slid back against mine, nestling softly into my chest.
"Ah… Mmm…."
She seemed a little startled by my forwardness but not unhappy, her neck flushing as she surrendered to me. Pulling her just a bit had elicited this unexpectedly shy, girlish reaction—made me feel stupid for always waiting for her to take the lead before. What was I thinking with a girl like this? If I'd done the same to Cecilia, she'd have smothered me with her tits and patted my head, cooing about how cute I was.
Anyway, now that she was like this, Eli even bounced her ass once to adjust, pressing closer to me. She glanced back slyly, waiting for me to touch her.
"Alright… gonna touch now."
"Yeah…."
I carefully placed my hands on her tank top from behind. Cupping her soft breasts with both hands, she let out a quiet "Ahh…" nasal moan. The first sensation was the texture of her bra. Looking closer, I spotted the X-straps peeking over her exposed back. Disappointing, but I didn't let it show and kept groping. Her whole chest jiggled and shifted slowly with my movements.
Stroke… stroke….
I peeked at her profile as she leaned diagonally against me. Eli looked a bit dissatisfied, not quite matching what she'd expected. Her moans were tapering off too. Sure, she could feel the movement, but probably not much beyond that. Nothing like the deep, refreshing release from kneading her full legs earlier—the tingling pleasure rising from warm fingertips sinking into her skin. Knowing that kind of bliss, this teasing touch must've just frustrated her.
Eli spoke up abruptly.
"Doesn't the inside feel kinda stiff?"
"Huh? Y-yeah, a little…."
"…I'm wearing a bra inside. You probably can't feel much. Want me to take it off…?"
"Ah, y-yeah."
Eli leaned forward, reached back expertly, and unhooked her bra. One X-hook on top. One straight hook below. With a click, the straps loosened completely. She slipped her arm under her now-loose chest and pulled the white bra forward, dropping it lightly onto the floor with a tap.
"…You can touch again now."
Her ears red, she cutely asked me to continue. So adorable and tiny, I wanted to make her feel even better. She wouldn't refuse, right? It was for art, after all.
"Sis… um, can I touch under your clothes…?"
"U-under?"
"Yeah. Feels like I'd get a better sense directly…."
She swallowed hard, eyes darting to check her top. Her chest strained against it, but the cropped hem left her navel exposed with enough space to slip hands in. Especially now without the bra, there'd be plenty of room to fondle freely.
"O-okay. That's what you meant, right? Tell me whenever you think of something from now on too."
Eli nodded, trying to sound casual. I slid both arms forward, slowly slipping my hands under her top.
"Haaang…."
Her body already aroused, warm heat flowed into my palms as I cupped her breasts. Lifting them to grasp the full weight, my palm's center felt her cute, perky nipple standing erect. Not some freakishly suckable type like Cecilia's, from the size. At least C-cup, though?
"Nngha… Haa… Mm…."
I gently squeezed her whole breast, then slowly caressed the soft skin. Eli forgot her own words from earlier, letting out sweet nasal moans. Cecilia's tits were soft and great too, but Eli's had this fun bounciness and elasticity. The supple flesh sprang back wherever my fingers passed, flaunting her healthy, lewd body without restraint. I pressed firmly—but not painfully—around the outer edges to loosen the muscles, and she panted with a mix of naughty pleasure and relief.
"Huaaang… ♥ Ah… Mmm… Haa…."
Her eyelashes fluttered again as she leaned diagonally against my shoulder. Her neck and ears flushed deep red, her aroused face right in my view. As I kept cupping and caressing her full breasts, Eli—eyes closed—demanded more in a sweet voice.
"M-more…."
"What's up, sis?"
"Touch more… thoroughly…."
I'd been massaging around her breasts gently like a pro, but more thoroughly? I wasn't a massage expert… Ah, maybe she meant the nipples. While loosening the muscles under her collarbone, I slid my fingers down and placed them on her nipples. Using just my index fingers on each hand, I circled her areolas softly.
"Hnnng… ♥"
As my fingers spun, flicking her nipples lightly, Eli stuck out her tongue and rubbed her face against my chest like she couldn't hold back.
"You okay, sis?"
"Mmm ♥ Y-you're doing great…."
She nuzzled like a cat, slurring her endings cutely.
"Your nipples are super hard, sis. So cool…."
"D-don't say that… ♥ Mmm… ♥"
She let out sweet cries in my arms, then covered her flushed face in embarrassment at my words. What? Why so cute? Art wasn't supposed to get shy. Pinching her nipples between thumb and index, teasing and twisting gently, they hardened even more, begging for attention.
"Heeng… Nngha… ♥"
Pleasure surging to her chest tips was too much; she twitched repeatedly, delighting my eyes. She seemed to hit a light climax, clenching her legs and trembling her ass. Matching that, I eased off the intense stimulation and softly kneaded her breasts.
"Haaaang… Hnn…."
As her peak hit, I helped her immerse in the floating bliss. Her cherry lips worked as she savored the pleasant orgasm. Once the wave passed and she lingered in the afterglow, she adjusted her disheveled pose and snuggled back into me, making it easier to fondle her chest.
For a while, only the rustle of fabric and our panting filled the room. No words exchanged.
………
………
I had no idea how much time passed. While toying with Eli's breasts as she panted sweet moans, I slowly withdrew my hands from under her top and began stroking her bare belly.
"Mmm… ♥?"
A spoiled, questioning whine escaped her. Ignoring it, I gently caressed her exposed skin.
Stroke… stroke….
"Mm… Hn?"
As I kept rubbing her belly, her face flushed deeper than during the breast play. Like stroking a baby's tummy or tenderly servicing a lover—full of affection. Unlike the instinct-driven tit fondling, this hit her rational shame harder. Some people find sappy stuff like this more embarrassing than sex.
"Nng… Haaa…."
Her face burned impossibly red, but she didn't stop me, leaning into my touch. Entranced by the unexpected intimacy, she sucked on her finger, half-lidded eyes dreamily watching my hand on her belly.
"Mmm… ♥ Ahh… ♥"
Stroking upward along her lower belly's lines with gentle affection, her moans grew sticky from the weirdly erotic sensation. Understandably—my hand had drifted lower bit by bit, fingertips now teasing right above her pussy.
"Heeyuu… Mmmng… ♥ Heeng…."
She watched my hand slide toward her panties but didn't stop me—instead, subtly pressing her ass closer, like hoping it'd "accidentally" slip inside. Cecilia might return anytime; we couldn't go all the way. But her cute wriggling, wanting more pleasure, made me decide to give one last gift.
I swept my hand up one final time, then "accidentally" pressed lower, rubbing fiercely over the mound visible through her clothes.
"Haaang ♥!!"
Excited by a stranger's hand on her pussy, Eli shuddered into sudden climax, grabbing my arm.
"Nng… Haa. Haa…."
"Mm. Wanna study more, but Cecilia'll be back soon… You listening, sis?"
"…♥"
Panting raggedly while clinging to my arm, Eli turned her head from my shoulder, meeting my eyes with a sultry smile. If memory served, that bewitching grin was a first. She was getting lewder by the minute—such a promising sight.