Chapter 3: Rising Action
Thomas is hiding in the lap of the giantess when he has am idea
. He turns around to look at Sarah and notices the vast silky folds of her voluptuous inner thigh.
"Sarah?" Thomas asked tentatively as he glanced up at her.
Sarah looks down at the little man and answered in her cool, deep alto voice. "Yes, Tomas?"
"Would you mind letting me teach you something?" He asked a bit sheepishly.
She obliged and Thomas took his time to explore her body, making her giggle lightly and sigh with curiosity. Sarah roared with laughter when Thomas pointed towards her womanhood, asking if he could touch it
. With an eyebrow raised in suspicion, Sarah opened up her legs just a tiny bit more. And Thomas touched the giants clit. At first, Sarah didn't feel much, but then there was an unexpected sensation that shot through her body like fire. She gasped and almost dropped Thomas.
Sarah couldn't remember the last time she gasped from anything other than fright or hunger. But this was different. This wasn't just some strange encounter, it was new, thrilling even. Was this physical closeness? Was this intimacy? Thomas looked up at Sarah, and she could see the confusion and satisfaction playing across his delicate facial features. And slowly, they both started to get deepen their understanding of each other. And Sarah's stomach growled again.
Tomas watched as the huge clit stiffened, and moisture began to accumulate at her massive folds. He paused, unsure if his teaching had gone too far or if Sarah was feeling discomfort. The scent of desire slowly filled the air and Tomas gulped at this realization that the situation was changing.
Sarah seemed not to notice her body's response. Thomas swallowed hard, wondering what he should do. He was an adventurer, but this was uncharted territory even for him. Finally, Thomas spoke up.
"Sarah, are you-uh- okay?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Sarah looked down at Tomas, her blue eyes clouding with confusion.
"Why wouldn't I be, Tomas?" she asked curtly. Sarah did not understand these odd sensations in her loins.
This small, insignificant creature's work on her could somehow bring forth such astonishing feelings. She could not form words, nor react properly, consumed by an entirely foreign euphoria. Tomas' hands moved instinctively, pumping down to increase her pleasure, his nimble fingers skillfully maneuvering between her soaked folds in a teasing rhythm.
"Like, this," Tomas said softly, gasping a little for air having never spoke while so intimately involved. "Yeah, that's right."
Without further thought, the hands of the young man worked their wonders, worshipping Sarah's hidden core. Her colossal bosom gave way to her enflamed passions, to the point that climbed ever higher.
The breathless sighs became tremors that meandered meadows, trembling the mountains, trembling the meadows. The internal inferno meandered the deepest meadows, left trembling with waves of pleasure cascading through her entire body. Sarah never knew that it was possible for her body to generate such intense energy, trembling the mountains of the meadow, trembling the meadows themselves.