John blinked his eyes open, immediately regretting the decision as a wave of disorientation washed over him. He was lying on his back, his tiny body enveloped in a soft, silky material that smelled faintly of lavender. He tried to sit up, but his arms wouldn't cooperate, and he let out a squeak of frustration.
As his vision cleared, he realized with a start that he was nestled deep within the folds of Lisa's panties, feeling small and insignificant in the vast expanse of her femininity. He heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, and panic gripped him as he realized Lisa was home.
He tried to call out to her, but his voice was muffled by the fabric, and he couldn't make a sound. Lisa moved around the room, her footsteps growing fainter as she moved away from the bed. John's heart raced as he realized she was leaving for work, and he was about to be left alone in her underwear all day.
As Lisa moved out of the room, John took the opportunity to explore his surroundings. He had never been this close to Lisa's vagina before, and he was both intimidated and fascinated by the sight. It was a vast, mysterious landscape, and John knew he needed to navigate it carefully if he wanted to get Lisa's attention.
He began his journey upwards, encountering numerous obstacles along the way. Lisa's pubic hair was like a thick forest, and John had to push through it carefully to avoid getting tangled. He marveled at the softness of her skin, the warmth radiating from her body, and the faint scent of arousal that lingered in the air.
After an hour of struggling, John finally reached the summit of Lisa's panties. He looked down at the vast expanse below him and realized with a sinking feeling that the clitoris was also hidden from view. He was no closer to getting Lisa's attention than when he had started.
In a moment of desperation, John's movements caused Lisa to accidentally scratch her itchy vagina through her panties. He froze, waiting for Lisa's reaction, but she didn't seem to notice. John was on the verge of losing control when Lisa finally finished and returned to her normal routine.
However, Lisa's accidental scratching caused her vaginal lips to slightly part, revealing a small opening near her clitoris. John made a mad dash towards the opening, determined to make contact with Lisa's most sensitive spot.
The journey was long and arduous, Lisa's tightly closed vaginal lips like a fortress that John had to carefully maneuver around. But finally, after twenty minutes of careful navigation, John reached the bottom of the opening.
He stood before Lisa's clitoris, which was barely visible to the naked eye. John tried to touch it, but his arms were too short, and he couldn't reach. In a last-ditch effort, John began blowing on Lisa's clitoris, hoping for a reaction.
Lisa started feeling a strange sensation, a mix of warmth and discomfort between her legs. Her heart beat faster, and she started feeling flushed. Lisa tried to ignore the feeling by crossing her legs, but John got trapped between her thighs.
Lisa's clitoris began to swell slightly, and John's movements became more intense. Lisa let out a soft moan, unaware of the source of her pleasure. John was delighted, but Lisa was still oblivious to his presence.
John continued his movements, hoping for a more significant reaction from Lisa. Finally, Lisa's clitoris became more sensitive, and John made contact. Lisa's moans became louder, and she started feeling more aroused.
John was thrilled with his success, but Lisa was still unaware of his presence. He knew he had to reveal himself to her soon, but he wanted to make sure she was fully aroused before he did.
Lisa returned home
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