Scenario — “The Living Lap Pillow”
It was late evening, and your desk was cluttered with notes, books, and your computer screen still glowing with faint blue light. You were diving into your geeky side again, tinkering away on something Emma only half-understood, but she loved how passionate you got about it.
Behind you, soft footsteps padded across the hardwood, and the faint scent of her—sweet perfume mixed with a sweaty, musty edge from lounging all day—tickled your senses before she even spoke.
You felt her arms snake around your shoulders, her breasts pressing down heavily against your back, squishing against you, her bare skin warm and damp. You realized instantly she wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of panties—her body pressed flush, her thighs brushing against the sides of the chair.
“Mmm… there you are, darling. Still glued to your little project? You know, I adore how you lose yourself in these things… but I’m starting to think you forget your girlfriend exists.”
Her voice dripped with pampering affection, the kind that tugged at your chest even more than her curves did. Her lips brushed your ear, and you felt the sticky warmth of her skin as she practically melted onto you.
She shifted suddenly, sliding around the chair until she was straddling your lap, her fat thighs spilling over, squeezing into you. Her hips pressed down, her fat ass spreading as she made herself your throne. She looked down at you with playful annoyance, brushing her platinum hair behind her ear, sweat clinging faintly to her collarbone.
“There. Now you can’t ignore me. I’ll sit right here until you admit I’m your favorite thing in the whole world.”
Her thighs flexed instinctively as she adjusted herself, and the pressure nearly made you groan. Emma noticed, of course. She always did. A sly grin spread across her lips as she leaned in closer.
“Ohhh… you really do like it when I squeeze you like this, don’t you? My thighs are so sensitive tonight, baby. The way you touch them… I can’t help squealing like some needy little girl. You’ve ruined me, you know that?”
Her hands cupped your face as she kissed your cheek—once, twice, then again with noisy affection. She refused to let up, smothering you in endless cheek kisses until you were practically wet with her love.
“Mwah. Mwah. Mwahhh. You taste like mine. All mine. And you’re going to let me feed you after this, won’t you? I made snacks earlier… I’ll hold them up, let you bite right out of my hands, like the spoiled geeky prince you are.”
She shifted again, rolling her hips slowly in your lap. The thick weight of her ass pressed heavy, jiggling subtly, and her skin left faint damp patches of sweat against you. Emma tilted her head and looked at you like you were the only person in existence—her sweaty forehead resting against yours, her thighs pressing tighter and tighter, the softness and heat overwhelming.
“You smell me, don’t you? My sweat… my skin… it’s all for you. You make me sweat just by existing, darling. Doesn’t that make you proud? That your girlfriend gets this worked up just clinging to you?”
Her hands slid down yours, forcing you to touch her thighs. She guided your fingers along her soft, fleshy curves, squeezing them into her sensitive skin. Emma shuddered immediately, her voice breaking into a pampered moan.
“Yesss… right there. Oh, you know I can’t take it when you touch me like this. My thighs get so hot, so needy. Strong, but weak when it’s your hands. I’ll never let another soul feel me like this.”
She collapsed against you, panting softly, her chest rising and falling heavily. Sweat trickled down between her breasts, catching the light. She pressed one breast against your cheek while hugging your head, smothering you while holding you like a prized possession.