Stealing Spree

Seeing this up close, I could feel my lower body twitching at how erotic it was.

I watched how it slowly rolled down her legs, revealing the fabric of her panties. It was a simple white pair with lacy trimmings that made it look cute and innocent. Although we hadn't done anything too serious yet, it felt like I was peeling layers off a very tempting fruit.

And when I saw how there was already a small stain in the middle of her panties, my resolve to keep this professional was really tested.

"D-don't look, Onoda-kun." She said as she hurriedly balled up her panties and shoved them into her skirt pocket.

This is crazy. Although I had been in the same situation many times before, this situation was different. Was that really necessary? Granted that I was the one who brought it up but this is her house and... I'm only supposed to touch her intimately around her upper body.

When she sat back down and slid back wherein her butt pressed close to my groin again, I could feel the warmth of her bare skin through her skirt.

"How could I not look when you did that right in front of me?" I replied with a chuckle, trying to ease the tension in the room. "But alright. Let's get back to the task at hand."

Futaba's cheeks were a brilliant shade of red, and she had to look away to regain her composure. She took a few more deep breaths and nodded, "You're the one who said I should do it. I'm just... following your suggestion."

"Girl. You should also think about it first before following my suggestion."

This girl... She knew exactly how to push my buttons. And she did it with such an innocent look. But alright, if she's going all in, then I will too.

"Alright. Let me remind you again. Futaba, I can lose control too. If you show that kind of erotic scene in front of me, do you think I can keep holding back?"

Upon saying that, I unbuttoned the first button of her uniform, allowing me access to her erogenous zones near her collarbone. The catalyst to what transpired back then.

As I pressed my forefingers and thumbs into the tender flesh of her neck, gently caressing the sensitive spots that had elicited those sweet gasps from her before, Futaba's eyes fluttered closed as her body squirmed violently followed by her unrestrained moan.

Her soft skin was like a canvas to my art, and I painted strokes of pleasure that made her body quiver.

I felt her heart racing through the thin fabric of her blouse, which only made the moment more exhilarating. With her bountiful chest bouncing every time she inhaled sharply, my eyes were drawn to the tantalizing sight. On top of that, her hips also started squirming as her legs tightened, pressing herself closer to me.

At all this stimulation and the clear sensation of her soft butt, I could already feel myself harden down there.

I could feel my resolve slipping away, like sand through my fingers. But I held on, reminding myself that my objective was just to deliver the same pleasure-filled sensation to her and get her used to my gentle caresses.

While keeping one of my hands pressed against her sensitive spot, I moved my other arm down to her navel, partly reenacting the moment she first climaxed. My fingers sensually slid to her bare skin before pressing the softness of her navel.

Futaba's body tensed up for a moment before she let out another small moan, "O-onoda- kun. This is... too much."

"Too much, or just right?" I questioned with a smirk, watching her squirm under my touch. "But you have to remember, Futaba. We're doing this to help you get used to this sensation. Close your eyes. Feel it better."

Her eyes obeyed my command, fluttering shut as she leaned back into me. Her breathing grew heavier. Her chest heaved with every breath.

I could feel the heat of her body, her arousal growing with every second. It was quite a tempting scent, one that was driving me to the edge of my self-control.

"Keep your eyes closed and let your body do the talking," I whispered into her ear as I started caressing the smooth skin of her navel, slipping my hand underneath her uniform.

Futaba's body responded immediately, arching back into my touch. Her breaths grew ragged, and a sweet, intoxicating scent filled the air.

Looks like she's about to climax soon. And once again, without truly touching her most sensitive spots. I haven't asked her yet if her chest was feeling puffy or sore. Since it's the one that actually blocked them from furthering her intimacy with her boyfriend, the premise of this 'getting used to touches' training was to make her turn the pain of being touched there into pleasure.

But she's already like this even though we were just repeating what happened that night.

I leaned in closer to her, my breath hot against her ear, "Futaba. Tell me, does your chest feel any different today?"

She nodded as she answered in between her soft moans, "It's... it's been feeling... heavy. But it's the same as always... Or not? Your banana split might have raised its sensitivity again."

I nodded as I continued caressing her. Following that, I curled my fingers around her navel as I slowly tried to check if she was as sensitive on the other parts of her body.

First, I slid down a few inches below her navel, feeling the heat of her skin and the rapid pulse of her blood beneath. I applied a gentle but firm pressure on her lower abdomen, and she let out a gasp as the pleasure spread from her navel down to her lower body.

Of course, she's more sensitive there as it's closer to her sacred place. I thought she was already about to climax but the girl just pressed her legs together, holding it back.

From that action, was she trying to prolong this or was it part of the training? I had no idea.

"Good girl," I murmured, giving her a gentle pat on the head. A momentary respite amidst the storm of pleasure, "You're doing well. But remember, this is all about letting go." "I-I know. But Onoda-kun... C-can I really just do it? Y-you won't stop me?"

"Why will I stop you? That is the point of this session, no?"

"Y-you haven't touched me enough yet."

This girl... I can tell what she's trying to say even without being direct to it. She truly wants me to hold her chest in order to test if she'll also feel pain from me or not.

"Fine," I whispered into her ear, "But remember, you asked for this."

My hand slowly moved up from her navel, tracing the soft curve of her stomach With her consent, I slid my hand further up, feeling the heat radiating from her chest. I stopped just before the massive swells of her breasts, my fingers hovering over the fabric of her bra.

At this point, Futaba was already holding back her breath. Her eyes filled with anticipation as she watched the bulge on her uniform where my hands currently were.

She then looked up at me. With a hint of desire covering her crimson face, she bit her lip and nodded, giving me permission to continue.

This girl... How long can I hold back? Knowing that we will be repeating this a few more times, I'll probably lose it in one way or another.

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