You decide that if you try to climb Lydia, she might end up feeling you and swat you like a bug or an itch. You didn't want that, so you decide to climb the couch and get her attention from there. Setting to work, you grab the fibers of the couch, lifting yourself up. It's surprisingly easy at this point, even after a month of being able to just sit on a couch like anyone else, and you soon find yourself halfway up.
Lydia sips from an empty cup, frowning, looking at it and standing. "Need a refill." She says to herself, heading into the kitchen. You decide this is perfect. You'll get up in time for her to see you before she returns. A flawless plan! You smile and keep climbing. But before you can reach the top, she does get back, and just as you reach the cushion, she sits down, sinking into it and letting the side you are climbing jump a little. You are thrown up and flail a little, grabbing it on the way back down and pulling yourself onto the top of the cushion with a breath of relief.
Standing up, you look up at Lydia, towering over you once more, and walking over to her. You are about to poke her hip and try to alert her to your presence when she takes a sip of her drink, tips it too far back and spills some down the front of her shirt. She jumps up, shrieking a little. "Cold!"
You fall forward as she sits up, losing your balance and tumbling into the gap where her butt was before it has a chance to reform. You have the horrible feeling you know where this is going.
Lydia looks down at herself, sighing. It really wasn't that bad. She ran a finger down her breast into her cleavage, wiping a little of her drink along and lifting the finger to her mouth, sucking it clean. It would be a little sticky, but nothing too bad. She shrugged, plopping back onto the couch without a single thought as to what might be underneath her.
You curse as she comes down on top of you just as you roll over onto your back to sit up, center of her ass coming down square on your face. You see just how closely the pants were cut-off when you see the tiny bit of jeans still existing between her legs, revealing both edges of her crimson panties. Apparently you're a little off-center, because when she comes down on you, your face slips up between her skin and the jeans, pressing into the red lace and forcing the slightly sweaty smell of Lydia's more personal parts right up your nose. Her weight holds you securely, and as she leans back and puts her feet up, her butt rolls down over the rest of your body before you have a chance to pull free, grinding into the couch to get comfy. Your face is ground further and further into the lace, pushing little built up folds aside until there is only a single, thin layer keeping you from being pressed straight up her butt.
Lydia moans a little, something apparently pressing into her when she sits. She's certainly not complaining as she turns the TV on and flips through channels, deciding what to do today, gyrating a little in place as she does...
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