increased in reaction to his escape
attempts.
“OK,
sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his lips brushing
across her butt as he spoke. Her grip didn’t reduce, she still
seemed to be compensating for his earlier escape attempts. James
ran his hand along her legs and could feel the muscles working with
no way to turn them off. It felt wonderful, warm and safe and
completely consuming.
An unknown time
later when James had been running his fingertips over her butt and
watching the small hairs stand on end, the situation changed.
Without warning, Karin relaxed her thighs slightly, moved her hips
back and tightened her grip again. It was a small movement but it
resulted in James’s head being pulled further between her thighs.
She did it again, thrusting his head tighter and tighter between
her legs.
Karin’s inner
thighs now rested against the sides of his head and blocked out all
sound from his ears. Of more concern, though, his mouth and nose
were now deep between her legs squashed up against the bottom of
her butt and now without access to air. He tried to pull back out,
but her thighs, now tacky from perspiration, held him in place.
James didn’t
want to wake her. Even the demonstration of what she would do if he
misbehaved had almost killed him. What would it be like to be
squeezed between her thighs after waking her up? He strained his
head left and right and finally found a position where his nose
could suck in a small amount of air. It certainly wasn’t fresh air,
it was coming from about as deep in her crotch as it was possible
to get, but it would keep him alive.
Before a little
light had streamed in under the duvet, but now he had nothing. With
his eyes pushed up into her crotch, it was pitch black, damp,
almost airless and the atmosphere was getting more and more
enveloped by her scent. Staying alive was now taking effort and yet
Karin was still sleeping peacefully. She still twitched as she
dreamt, with the twitches that coursed through the woman’s strong
thigh muscles squeezing James head as they passed.
It felt warm
and safe deep in Karin’s crotch, but James missed not been able to
see her cute little ass. He decided to reach up and run his hands
over her backside instead, but by doing so he inadvertently caused
her to moan in her sleep and thrust her hips forward. The resultant
tightening of her butt cut James’s air supply completely. He took
his hands away and waited for her to relax so he could breathe
again.
That was fun
and so he ran his fingertips over her butt and waist again. Again
she cried out in pleasure and again she thrust forward. Again James
felt as though his head was set in a sealed block of concrete. She
finally released him a little, although still held him more tightly
than before. Karin’s body was like a one way ratchet, which only
got tighter and tighter.
James lay there
exploring other ways to tease and stimulate this beautiful sleeping
woman. She was certainly a heavy sleeper, nothing he’d tried yet
had come close to waking her, but maybe he had changed the course
of her dreams. Karin was moaning from time to time and her body
twitched and fidgeted more than before. She was also increasingly
pushing her hips back and forth as if trying to arouse herself
against him.
Being so
intimately connected to a horny, sleeping girl felt great and had
also created a build up of heat and pressure between her legs.
James had to lie still for a while waiting for her to relax again,
maybe then he could even get his head out of the deepest confines
of her crotch and then maybe even get some sleep.
It hadn’t
worked. James had spent the rest of the night in exactly the same
position and hadn’t even come close to sleeping. He was hot,
inundated with her scent, aroused and completely exhausted when she
finally woke.
“Hi, morning,”
Karin said with her sleepy voice.
After getting
no reply, she looked behind her and saw James’s face pushed up hard
between her legs.