Neighborly (Chapter 4) (Patreon)

Lou didn’t have the coherency or stamina to answer ‘yes’ to Kim’s rhetorical question, as he was still lying dumb as blissfully melted putty in her hands following the greatest release of his existence. Not that she seemed to be expecting a spoken reply. Clearly intent now upon giving her tiny charge a whole lot more of a good thing than he was ever prepared to handle, she smoothly dismounted him from her satiny palm and left him comfortably splayed face-down upon her broad thigh.

Though the breadth of her warm leg was expansive from Lou’s perspective, roomy and supple as could be, he simultaneously perceived lean musculature ever-so-delicately manipulating and flexing beneath the surface. Her lovely-complected skin was also housed in a sleek gossamer-soft layer of milky-white pantyhose, which stretched all the way from here down the towering sculptures of her luscious legs and on to the ends of her toes. It felt like floating on a cloud, or rather how one might imagine it from afar: rather than falling through vapor, to be amply supported upon that plush pure curvature. Once more, Lou had spent half a lifetime picturing what it would feel like to be snuggled in this exact spot upon the sultry hillside of a giantess’s thigh, and often literally daydreamed about Kim herself fulfilling this role in the fantasy, but still it took him a minute of horny bug-eyed gasping to process the reality. Fortunately for him, his colossal neighbor had no such trouble, and so forged them both ahead with a cautious yet firm press from her gloved thumbpad against his back.

“That’s it, little cutie. Just relax. You’ve certainly got a running theme to these tastes of yours, don’t you? Not that I’m complaining, of course. Take your time. Enjoy it. You’ve spent long enough just thinking about it, I’m sure. Now’s the time to appreciate it for real,” Kim soothingly encouraged, punctuating this statement with a throaty giggle.

As her thumb kneaded against the naked supine three-incher’s back like a massage, that changeable terrain of her pantyhose began to elastically distend, gliding and bunching gently beneath Lou’s frame. The fabric rippled tactilely against him with the delicacy of liquid chocolate pouring over itself. Kim’s leg was pleasantly balmy, even more so than her hand, and swiftly toasted his body temperature up to match. That scent of lilac fabric softener lingered, as did the scent of her perfume, rich and mature but with an added twirl of sweetness that reminded him of candied apples. In seconds, even though it had scarcely been a minute since he was fondled to completion up in Kim’s palm, he felt the arousal resurging. It seemed he hadn’t quite gotten all the gratification out of his system with that first easy finish: not even close. The seductive heat, the silky texture, the fruity-floral aroma, and especially that tantalizing rhythm of pantyhose fabric brushing and rippling repeatedly past Lou’s vulnerable nakedness was everything he’d ever wanted, and also too much to bear for long.

“Oh, that didn’t take long, did it?” Kim teasingly muttered, but didn’t seem to be making fun of him, nor did her thumb stop its thigh-pressing pace. If anything, she pushed down on him just a bit more firmly against her leg, so that the fabric subtly depressed as if to form a tiny snow angel. “Just having some fun with you, little one. It feels nice, doesn’t it? No sense pretending it doesn’t. You’ve been waiting for this for so long, watching and dreaming and touching yourself to the thought of it… well, it’s only natural you’d be ready to go again so soon. Come on, now. These pantyhose are so soft. Like a little piece of heaven. Don’t fight this.”

Lou certainly didn’t need to be persuaded, though Kim made a damn fine case anyway. Squirming in heightened anticipation of his second rapid finish, he let himself sink fully into the rapturous sensation of the giantess’s thigh-snug legwear and its buttery grinding against his frontside, while his back was staunchly stroked by her gloved thumb. He managed only to hold out for a few more seconds past her titillating insistence, quietly spasming and bestowing the same miniscule mark of his gratitude upon the fabric. Again Kim rumbled with adoring laughter, then took careful hold of Lou’s body between fingertips once more. His limp frame hardly had a breath to start recuperating from another mind-blowing discharge before she ferried him luxuriously toward the next destination. Only now Kim didn’t pick him back up, instead scrubbing him down the length of her glossy-garbed leg, all while slowly extending that foot up to prop her hose-sealed heel upon the adjacent dining chair. Lou tensed at first, feeling like he might slip out of her grip, but quickly surrendered again, and savored the whole ride down the dizzying length of her limb. By the time she’d stroked him onto her reposed foot, he wasn’t quite turned on again yet, but was at least tingling up a storm from the creamy fluidity of those material ripples slipping past him all the way down.

Though it didn’t take much for Kim to flip that switch in him again, once she’d snuggled the little thing around the bend of her instep and gingerly squashed him against the lush doughy midsection of her sole. Tinted with just the faintest waft of shoe leather, the essence beneath the giantess’s foot was just as warm and flowery as her thigh, only with an even sharper lick of that desirable perfume. The squishy padding of her arch flesh below the veil of silk was puffier here, almost moderately swollen to a natural degree from walking around all day, and made for an extravagant embrace when Kim pushed him face-first against the wrinkled underbelly of her foot. Each subtle adjustment in her clothed fingertips’ posture against his back, too, made it impossible to forget the decadent regality of that glove, as it alone controlled his every move.

“I really could rub you up just about anywhere on this outfit, and you’d go wild for it. Wouldn’t you now, you puny precious love-bug?” Kim crooned. Already, her fingers had begun delicately swabbing and plastering Lou against the bottom of her foot, repeating much the same irresistible dance of fabric and fingers. “There’s really no point now in holding back. Do whatever you’d like, and move however you want to move. You’re certainly not going to offend me. In fact, I take it as a compliment, this funny little obsession of yours. And it’s quite adorable how, even now, you’re still trying to be polite by holding so still and keeping your mouth shut, even after I just gave you permission twice in a row to give into this thing as much as you’ve always wanted. So I’ll say it again: don’t be shy, my teeny tiny toy neighbor. If we’re going to really get to know each other, then you’ve got to know me all over.”