Land of the Giants - Panty Trap

The room was warm and comfortable, the lights were dimmed, and a flicker came from Julie’s TV as she watched a movie. This was one of her pleasures in an evening after work. She came home, stripped down to her underwear, and snuggled her captive little person down in her panties. He was wedged right in between her lips. Too weak to prize them apart, she could feel him struggle for the first thirty minutes or so, and then he calmed down. By then she was usually soaking wet. Sometimes as she watched a film she gave him a little squeeze to liven him up. After her movie was over she would use him to finish the job. She liked to keep her panties on and stroke him and her pussy through the lace, He was so tiny that he would normally just slide in with little resistance. She’d stroke herself until she came. Sometimes she had to get her fingers in there. She’d even taped him to her vibrator before. After she was finished, depending on how she was feeling, she’d either just dump him back in his tank, caked in her juices, or take him and wash him off in the sink. Or sometimes in the shower, but then that could start up the whole cycle again. That usually only happened on Friday nights.

This evening, a Wednesday, Julie was about fifteen minutes into her film. She lay on her side with her legs open, letting him get some air so he could squirm a little bit harder. She was about to give her crotch a little tap when she felt a strange tickling sensation running up the inside of her thigh. It really was running actually. She resisted the urge to close her legs, or make any sudden movements. Could it be that she had another one? She remembered when she had caught the first, crouched over a slice of cheese on her kitchen counter. She had been very quiet, and just reached down with a cupped hand, and grabbed him. Slowly she freed her arm. She had to be quiet and calm. No sudden movements, don’t let them realise you know they’re there…

Julie moved her hand towards the tickle and slowly placed her hand down on the inside of her high. As soon as her fingers touched down she felt a little struggle. Gasping the little wriggler gently, she brought it up to her face and opened her fist. A little woman! So young and beautiful! Less than an inch tall, barely half and inch really. She was so tiny. There was a bounty on little people, and these two would have paid her mortgage for six months, but some things were just priceless. She smirked as she ogled the tiny thing. The things that she could do with two of these sexy little creatures…