No. No, no, no. Yukiko summoned every last ounce of her willpower. What her lust proposed simply took things too far. She couldn't do it. Not there in the bath, where someone could walk in at any moment, and...no! That was just an excuse. She needed to be strong. She couldn't give in. Even if the entire world had turned upside-down, she wasn't going to grind her hips against Shotaro's big, thick, glorious shaft and, and...gah!
Yukiko continued to fight every urge that rose. She told herself that she wasn't going to harm Shotaro. That she wouldn't risk hurting her own reputation or the reputation of the inn, but then, what was her reputation anymore? Did everyone really see her as a pervert? Had she openly made passes at young boys in the past? She splash water in her face to cool off.
"Miss Yukiko?" Shotaro asked, his treasure pinned between his body and hers. "What're you doing?"
"Just, just washing my face, Shotaro."
"But your face is so clean and pretty!"
"And I can keep it that way by washing it." Yukiko shuddered at the sensation of the cock rubbing against her back. She suppressed a strong urge to just give in and start grinding away with her hips, even as she imagined all of the pleasure that Shotaro's cock could bring her. She imagined the look on his face, torn between confusion, horror, innocence, and desire as she taunted him to erection. She wanted to show him what a big girl like her was capable of.
Yet, she managed to keep these feelings bottled up. The pressure within her was almost beyond her limits, but she restrained herself. But she had already seen it; her treasure. It was beyond her wildest dreams and deep down, she desired it more than anything, no matter how much she protested. There was no way she could erase it from her mind.
Finally, when Yukiko felt that she couldn't hold herself back any longer, she stood up and offered Shotaro her hand. "All right, Shotaro. Bathtime is over."
"Okay..." Shotaro sounded disappointed, but Yukiko barely noticed. Her attention was consumed by the boy's cock. The magnificent, glorious treasure he kept tucked in such tight shorts. She entered the dressing room and slipped back into her kimono, thinking of how at that very moment, Shotaro was stuffing his member into a garment clearly too small to house it comfortably, and smiled.
Wed Apr 13 17:34:13 2011