Neighborly (Chapter 3) (Patreon)

Kim's fingers unfurled around Lou, allowing him to lie supine in her flattened palm, which at his new stature felt like a king-size mattress. Then her opposite mitt arose into view, once again waggling her digits up and down in slow motion as if tickling piano keys. That giant hand loomed above Lou, near enough for him to hear the same ruffly brush of satin as her waving fingers repeatedly rubbed past one another, and observe every delicate permutation in the creamy fabric while varying wrinkles stretched diagonally back and forth across her other palm. Now hunkered in that remaining inch of space between Kim’s two ever-enclosing gloves, he felt the warmth of her skin radiating through the satin, and smelled what he guessed to be a cross between lilac fabric softener and strawberry hand soap. All these novel details would’ve been plenty to bewitch Lou, but then the giantess’s index finger pressed gingerly upon his chest. She didn’t prod anywhere near hard enough to inflict discomfort, but nonetheless gifted just enough pleasant tension through that single digit that it began to feel like he had a weighted body pillow balanced atop his torso. Then Kim started to stroke, twirling and massaging that glove-snug fingertip in figure-eights from Lou’s neck to his thighs.

“Well? What do you say, sugar plum? Does this feel real to you?” she drawled.

Kim’s pointer fingertip was then joined by the others, until all five satiny-blanketed extremities were petting in mesmerizing patterns across his entire three-inch form. Like clockwork, Lou’s skin bristled over with goose bumps, his throat went dry, and a rush of anticipatory endorphins exploded from his increasingly tingly core. All the titanic neighbor was doing was gently kneading over his miniscule naked shape with five elegant smooth-tipped digits, pressing only firmly enough to let him know she (and this situation) were indeed real. Yet Lou’s whole anatomy was activated to livewire awareness as never before in his life, appreciating every alluring iota of momentum from her fingers or point of contact between skin and satin. This was heaven, and it seemed they’d only just begun.

“Go on, now,” Kim uttered, suddenly poising her fingertip back over Lou’s mouth like before when she shushed him – only now that cushiony summit could cover his whole head. Meanwhile, her other fingers continued swirling and massaging against his nakedness. “Give it a kiss. We both know you want to.”

There was no hesitation now, in spite of the embarrassment still ballooning inside him. Audibly exhaling like a starving man finally handed a meal, Lou put his lips together and started thirstily showering the giantess’s offered glove-finger with kisses. Though they began as pecks, within a few desperate unions between his puny mouth and that warm forgiving satin dressed over her strong digit, he’d graduated to heavier popping smooches. Lou’s pulse pounded into overdrive, his cheeks turned red, and his head spun as he gave in to a full-blown make-out with the sumptuous probe of Kim’s fingertip, which held ever-so-slightly more enthusiastically against his face now in answer, as if she was pushing a button. Better than ever, he felt the spongy brawn of that gigantic digit veiled beneath the fabric, especially as a tuft of glove was pulled into his mouth after every kiss like a bite of cotton candy, then released again. The rest of his body was rising fast toward elation, while those other fingers continued to pamper him. Still, as excited as he’d become, Lou stopped himself from going any further, until Kim spoke up again in another beguiling murmur:

“Stick out your little tongue, cutie. Don’t be shy, now. Lick it like a lollipop. For someone like you, I’m sure it’ll be twice as delicious!”

By now, Lou obeyed all the giant brunette’s sultry commands before he’d even consciously processed them. No matter how humiliating this all was, it was getting harder to care. He pressed his tongue needfully upon the upside-down pillar of Kim’s gloved finger and worshipfully lapped at its satiny curvature. The material’s texture tasted just as he imagined it would, not exactly gourmet but by no means unpleasant, and that latent aroma of lilac and strawberries grew stronger as he openly snogged with the giantess’s gloved hand. Like when he’d begun kissing her finger, each lick only increased Lou’s desire. The sensation of that luxuriously pliant satin coddling to and fro against his exiguous taste buds only pulled him deeper into a waking dream of blossoming elation. Lou was outright quaking now in Kim’s palm, and involuntarily letting out a low moan between kisses and licks, especially as her other fingers kneaded more firmly and with greater urgency across the rest of his achingly teased nudity. Though what finally snapped him into a new echelon of passion altogether was the abrupt feeling of the gargantuan neighbor’s glove-soft thumbpad resting possessively against his shrunken manhood – which Lou noticed only now (though it was obvious in hindsight) had been standing direly at full mast for a while now. Kim’s lovely pink lips widened again from a smirk to a grin.

“Well, now, what could this be?” she gawped, feigning surprise. “I guess someone wants us to get to know each other even better!”

Kim’s thumb then inquisitively brushed back and forth over her three-inch ward’s shameful erection, causing it to pulsate, and extracted another pitiful groan of need from Lou himself. His tiny hips even bucked against her pillowy thumb, again more out of ravenous instinct on his part rather than arrogant forwardness. Predictably, because Lou had already worked himself so close to the edge upstairs, and now was unexpectedly placed in the most titillating circumstances of his life, it didn’t require much to finish the job. Within a dozen humps, the little fellow spasmed explosively to completion, with a kissable mouthful of satin and a grateful spritz of seed that doused into the glove like a raindrop. It was incredible: everything he’d ever dreamed it might be, but understandably believed would be impossible to achieve, until Kim shocking fulfilled his every erotic ambition in one go.

Much to Lou’s temporary dismay, however, the giantess put a stop to any further aftercare when her forefinger withdrew from his mouth. Kim also took her thumb away from his crotch, and instead clamped him gently around the waist between those same two digits, plucking his helplessly limp post-climax form up from her opposite hand like a miniature ragdoll. Not that Lou was let down, especially as possibly the best orgasm of his life still oscillated through him. But to go in one moment from fervently licking a giant gloved feminine finger while another fondled his junk, now to dangling between pinched extremities with neither his mouth nor his groin in that same pleasurable contact any longer, was a gross sensory disappointment.

“Oh, just look at that face. Poor little thing. Like someone stole Christmas away from you, even though I just gave you a present!” Kim fawned, tsking in playfully sarcastic pity. She quickly cracked a smile, however, as her hand – still securely gripping Lou – lowered him slowly toward her pantyhose-endowed lap. “Not to worry. Christmas is still going to come, and then come again. But you can’t possibly want this to stop there, can you? And even if you did, I wouldn’t be a very good neighbor if I allowed it. We’re only just getting to know each other better, after all, and there’s still more fun to be had. You like fun, don’t you, my little itsy-bitsy glove-lover?”