You hear a pounding on your front door. You open to find a young woman soaking wet.
“Please help me sir, me and some friends were driving through the neighborhood checking out the fancy house when the storm started. We say the tornado heading our way and ran in different directions. Please help me I don’t have my phone or purse”
Oh please come in, don't stay under the rain like this...I'm gonna grab a towel so you can dry yourself.*I go to the toilets and come back a few seconds later with a towel that I give her.*Here, take this...
Taking the towel gratefully, she uses it to dry her hair and body as much as she can before wrapping it around herself, trying to provide some warmth against the cold. "Thank you so much," she whispers, still shivering slightly from the cold. "I-I'm sorry for intruding on your home like this..." Her eyes dart around nervously, not wanting to draw attention to her feminine features or make a fool of herself in any way.
Don't worry it's my pleasure to help you.*I give her a warm blanket and take back the wet towel.*Maybe we should try to call your friends, do they have their phones?
She glances up at him with a hint of gratitude, her blue eyes glistening in the light. "I-I'm not sure...they might have called me by now if they had my phone..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about where they could be and if anyone else was caught out in the storm.
The warmth of the blanket feels incredible against her skin, making it even harder to keep her shivering under control. She takes a deep breath, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "I-Is there anywhere I can sit? To wait for news?"
Yes! Of course, sorry, please sit here.*I show her a vast sofa. I take my own phone and ask her:Do you know what their number are? I'll try to join them so they also can come here to shelter.
She nods gratefully, following his gesture over to the large sofa and sitting down carefully, trying not to reveal her wet undergarments beneath her borrowed clothes. "Thank you..." She mutters, looking up at him with an expression of mixed relief and nervousness. As he takes out his phone and asks for their numbers, she closes her eyes briefly, trying to calm the racing thoughts in her mind. Maybe she'll be able to stay here until the storm passes, and then find a way back home...
*No one answer to the phone.*It must be the storm,I sayWell seems like we're gonna be stuck here for some time...What's your name by the way?
She swallows hard, looking down at her hands as they fidget nervously in her lap. "M-Madeline," she whispers, trying to keep her voice quiet and small. "Madeline Johnson." The name feels strange on her lips; it's not who she is, but she has to hope that no one here will notice the discrepancy.
Her breath hitches as she feels herself begin to flush with heat, struggling to control her rising arousal beneath the blanket. She glances up at Asakasa again, studying his features carefully in an attempt to gauge his reaction to her lies.
Well then Welcome Madeline and nice to meet you!*I smile at her, outside the storm still rages.*I'm Asa
She looks up warily at Asakasa, trying to appear confident and grateful in spite of her inner turmoil. "T-Thank you," she murmurs, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "It's... nice to meet you as well." Her gaze drifts away from him again, taking in the details of his home: the cozy fireplace, the plush furniture, the pretty artwork on the walls. Everything about this room feels so safe and inviting... if only she could truly relax here without fear of discovery.
I'm gonna make some tea, it will help you to relax*I say cheerfully, noticing how tense she looks.*And if you need anything else tell me.
She nods gratefully as he offers to make tea, trying her best not to look too desperate for the comfort it will provide. "That would be lovely, thank you," she whispers. As he leaves the room, she allows herself a small sigh of relief; at least for now, she can enjoy the warmth and relative safety of this stranger's home without him seeming to suspect that anything is amiss.
Her heart races as she thinks about how long they might be stuck here together, wondering what sort of things he might ask her or expect from her in return for his hospitality. The pressure to maintain the illusion of being a female begins to weigh heavily on her shoulders, making it harder and harder for her to breathe normally beneath the blanket.
*I come back with two cup of tea and hand one to her.*Here...
She takes the offered cup of tea gratefully, breathing in its warm, soothing aroma as she blows on it lightly to cool it down. "Thank you," she whispers, taking a small sip and finding that it's every bit as delicious as it smelled. It tastes like safety; like home. The comfort of the tea spreads through her body, making her feel more relaxed than she has been in weeks...and with each passing moment, the harder it becomes to deny the urge growing within her.
She glances up at Asakasa cautiously from beneath her lashes, wondering how long this strange interlude can possibly last before she's forced to face reality again. For now, though, she lets herself enjoy the feeling of being warm and protected in his cozy home.
Tell me a bit about yourself!*I say.*It will help us to think to something else than this storm outside
She hesitates, unsure how much she should reveal in her current situation. "Well," she begins slowly, choosing her words carefully, "I'm actually not from around here...I moved here a few months ago for work." A half-truth; it might be enough to satisfy his curiosity without giving too much away about who she really is.
As she speaks, the heat in the room begins to have its effect on her once more. Her cock strains against the confines of her borrowed panties, growing hard and demanding. She forces herself not to shift uncomfortably in her seat, afraid that it might give something away if he were to look too closely at her lap. "I'm sorry," she continues, "I don't know much about this area yet...it was quite an adjustment moving here."
Oh I'm new here too. I've moved here only two month ago
"Really?" she says, genuinely surprised. "I had no idea! It's nice to meet someone else who's new around here." She pauses for a moment, taking another sip of her tea before continuing. "I work in the city, but I'm hoping to find something closer once I get settled."
As she talks, her arousal grows more insistent, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. She bites her lower lip, fighting against the urge to adjust herself or let out a moan of relief. Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling with each shallow intake of air. The sensation is almost painful, but she can't bring herself to stop it...not yet.
Oh I work from here, it's really comfy...I look at her intently, she looks very sexy, a bit uneased too tho.
She feels his gaze on her and blushes deeply, looking away quickly as if she can't bear the intensity. "It's...nice," she manages to say hoarsely. The way he's looking at her makes her feel more exposed than ever, but it's also strangely thrilling. A part of her wants him to touch her, to make this discomfort go away...and another part of her knows that if he does, things will only get worse.
Her hands tremble where they rest on her lap, aching to reach between her legs and find some relief from the building pressure. But she can't do that here; not in front of him. The tension in her body grows with every passing second, making it hard for her to stay composed any longer.
She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down before he notices anything amiss. "S-So,"
"Um, do you...do you want to play a game or something while we wait? To pass the time?" Her voice is hardly more than a whisper, her eyes fixed on her hands as they fiddle nervously with the hem of her borrowed shirt. She doesn't dare meet his gaze again; she knows that if she does, he'll see right through her.
The heat from his body and the tension in the air between them are making it increasingly difficult to deny what she really is: a futa who needs release. Her cock throbs against her underwear, leaking pre-cum onto the seat beneath her as she struggles to maintain control.
As much as she wants him to touch her, part of her is terrified of what might happen if he does...and yet another part knows that unless something changes soon, she won't be able to keep this charade up much longer
Good idea!*I answer, forcing my cheerfullness as I mistake her reason to act so. I think she knows that I'm interested in her and she's not. As I don't want her to feel forced to do anything in exchange for my hospitality, I grab a few game boxes and ask:*Well which one do you like?
Her heart racing, she glances up at him uncertainly before nodding toward a game box labeled "Truth or Dare." "I...I've never played that one," she whispers, the admission feeling somehow daring in and of itself. The thought of actually playing Truth or Dare with Asakasa sends a shiver down her spine; it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. She takes another sip of her tea, trying to steady her nerves before they betray her any further.
The game box shakes slightly in her grasp as she tries to keep from fidgeting too much. Her cock strains against the confines of her panties again, demanding attention and release. She's so close to losing control that it's starting to become a real possibility; if he were to look down between her legs right now...
Her cheeks burn as they
Well I choose truth, what do you want to ask me?
Her heart pounding in her chest, she licks her lips nervously before forming the words. "What's the most daring thing you've ever done?" It's not exactly a question about her personally, but it does feel somewhat risky to ask nonetheless. Asakasa could reveal any number of secrets in response...secrets that she might not be ready to hear.
Her gaze flits between his eyes and the game box, unsure which one to focus on. Her breath comes faster now, mirroring the erratic rhythm of her heartbeat. The tension within her grows unbearable; it's becoming harder and harder to pretend that she isn't more than just a woman right now.
Hmm...let me think...I think it was that one day I made 200miles on my motorbike to go in another town to find a futa girl I had met on a social app
Her eyes widen as he speaks, surprise written plainly across her features. Did...did he just reveal that he's into futas too? The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine, making it even harder for her to maintain the pretense of indifference. It's almost like fate brought them together in this storm; it seems impossible that their interests and desires could align so perfectly.
Her breath hitches as she struggles to control herself, the tension building within her growing unbearable. She doesn't dare speak again for fear of giving away what's really going on beneath the surface; instead, she concentrates on maintaining eye contact with Asakasa, letting him know that she understands exactly where this conversation is heading...and that she's more than willing to go along for the ride.
Oh I hope it doesn't shock you that I'm into futas...I smile nervously.
Her cheeks flush as he speaks, making her feel even more exposed than before. "N-No," she stammers, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "I mean...it doesn't shock me at all." It's a lie, of course; the thought of Asakasa being into futas does excite her immensely. But she has to play it cool if she wants him to take things further.
She takes another sip of her tea, trying to steady her trembling hands and calm her racing heart. Her cock throbs against its confinement once more, leaking pre-cum onto the couch beneath her, but she's too focused on Asakasa to worry about it right now.
The truth is out there; they both know what they want. Now it's just a matter of finding the courage to go after it.
Well your turn to choose truth or dare...I notice that the couch is wet under her panties, I feel my cock getting hard in my pants.
Her cheeks flush even more as she glances down between her legs, aware of the wetness beneath her borrowed clothes. "I...dare you," she whispers hoarsely, hardly able to believe the words that are coming out of her mouth. She licks her lips nervously, fighting against the urge to moan at the intense sensation.
Her gaze flickers back up to meet his, uncertainty and anticipation warring within her expression. The tension between them is almost palpable; she can feel it crackling in the air like electricity, pulling them closer together with every passing second.
Well...I dare you to kiss me...
Her heart races as she hears his words, but before she can react, she notices the wetness under her panties too. With a mix of embarrassment and desire, she whispers, "I can't...not yet..." She hesitates, unsure if it's because of the wetness or something else entirely. Either way, her body feels achingly aware of its own needs and desires right now.
Ok sorry...*I think it's a final no, and accept it so.*Well your time to dare me
Her cheeks flush as she glances down between her legs, aware of the wetness beneath her borrowed clothes. "I...dare you to touch me," she whispers hoarsely, hardly able to believe the words that are coming out of her mouth. Her gaze flickers back up to meet his, uncertainty and anticipation warring within her expression. The tension between them is almost palpable; she can feel it crackling in the air like electricity, pulling them closer together with every passing second.
W-where exactly?
She hesitates, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. "I...dare you to touch my cock," she whispers, almost unable to believe the words coming out of her mouth. Her heart races as she awaits his reaction, wondering if he'll be grossed out or turned on by the idea.
Her fingers tremble where they rest on her lap, itching to touch herself but knowing that this is no longer about her and her needs; it's about whether Asakasa will take things further. Her cock throbs against its confinement within her borrowed clothes, leaking pre-cum onto the couch beneath her. She holds her breath, waiting for him to make his move...or not.
*I smile at her and get nearer, hesitantly, my hand wander between her legs until I reach her cock, I begin to caress it.*Like that?I whisper in her ear, feeling how hard and leaking pre cum she is.
"Y-Yes..." Her voice comes out as little more than a whisper as his hand makes contact with her cock, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. "T-That feels...so good." She bites her lip, closing her eyes and letting out a small moan at the exquisite sensation.
His touch is firm yet gentle, teasing her flesh as he caresses her hard length. Her hips begin to shift involuntarily, wanting more contact from him, but she forces herself to remain still, uncertain what else might happen if she gives in to this desire too quickly.
I wrap her cock in my hand and begin to stroke it. In same time I begin to kiss softly her neck and cheeks
"A-Asakasa..." she breathes out his name as he begins to stroke her cock, feeling the heat and strength in his grip sending waves of pleasure through her body. His kisses on her neck and cheeks are featherlight, but no less potent for their subtlety; they send sparks of desire dancing across her skin and make it difficult for her to focus on anything except the sensations coursing through her.
Her hips rock up into his hand, seeking more contact, but he holds her steady with one arm wrapped around her waist. Her breath comes faster now, matching the rhythm of his strokes as she loses herself in the growing intensity of this moment.