Randy opened the door to find Chelsea standing on the other side in long-sleeved, footie pajamas of light grey flannel. Her soft brown hair was in a relaxed bun with strands falling on her face. The slender curve of her neck brought his eye to her barely exposed clavicle leading to the long zipper between her breasts that ended just below her waist.
She tucked a few loose strands behind her ear and adjusted her shoulder bag. "Randy?" Her wide eyes we expectant with eyebrows raised.
It took him a few moments to respond. "Uh. Er. Yes, come in, um, Chelsea. Right?"
She smiled a beautiful, full-teeth smile and winked at him. "You got it!"
Her walk was smooth and confident as she set her bag on the kitchen counter just inside Randy's apartment. Her little apple ass rocked across the tight fabric of her onesie making her way to the couch.
He followed and sat beside her perfect form, hands on her knees just perching on the cushion. "I thought we could start with some ground rules so we can get straight to the good stuff," she said.
Nodding he folded his body over and crossed his arms to conceal his erection.
"I remember from your questionnaire that this is your first time with a Cuddle Buddy, right?" She nodded along with him holding eye contact until he looked at the ground. "It's okay. Lots of people haven't tried it before, and human touch is so important."
She placed her hand on his shoulder scattering goosebumps over his back. He looked up at her and tried to smile.
"So," she continued, "a few things to keep in mind: 1. Our bottoms are always covered with fabric; 2. No kissing or fluid exchange of any kind.; and 3. Always let me know if you are uncomfortable--physically or emotionally--and I will do the same. And to be frank, boners happen. They are nothing to be ashamed of and shouldn't be ignored. You can excuse yourself to take care of it or we can change positions. We can even acknowledge it and let it be. It will be something we figure out together to find what works best for you."
His breathing quickened with her talking in such a direct and dirty way. Knowing his face was bright red, he averted his gaze again. She moved her hand from his shoulder to his hands. Apparently, he'd been wringing them. They were sweaty and red with irritation but splattered white where he drew the skin taught across bone and tendon.
Her touch on his skin calmed him. The knee he didn't know he was bouncing grew slow then still. His breathing deepened and he smelled her enchanting scent--jasmine.
"Why don't you briefly tell me why you reached out to Cuddle Buddy Services and then we can get started." She inched closer to him rubbing his exposed wrists and hands.
Closing his eyes helped him feel like he wasn't really admitting any of his problems. In the dark, he was alone, and she wouldn't hear him tell her that he hadn't been touched in over a year. That his ex-girlfriend used sex as a weapon and he hasn't experienced a woman's touch since he grew the backbone to dump her.
"Thank you for sharing that with me Randy. Now, do you have any questions or places you don't want to be touched?"
"Oh god, no. Please touch me everywhere. Anywhere. All the time." His desperation was humiliating but he didn't care. He didn't want her to stop, ever. She was so gentle and soft with him.
Without giggling, as he'd expected, she said, "No problem. And it seems skin-to-skin is very soothing for you?"
He opened his eyes to find her face close to his as he nodded.
"Okay. Places I don't like to be touched are my ears and my eyes. Other than that, have at me. Are you ready?"
Nodding vigorously, he sat up straight waiting for instruction. She asked about positions he wanted to start with, but he was at a loss, so she suggested a simple hug.
They stood and wrapped their arms around each other. She rubbed her hands around his cotton-covered back and he mirrored her motions. His hardon had disappeared while he revealed his embarrassing dry spell before, but pressing his groin against her now brought it back to life. Hoping his jeans kept him covert, he decided to ignore it until she said something first.
He looked at her ass sticking out from her frame and dipped his hands lower with each circle around her back. Eventually, his rounded movements included both of her ass cheeks being lightly grazed.
"Mmm, this is nice," she purred. "Why don't you go change into something more comfortable than jeans and maybe a tank top for more skin-to-skin opportunities? And I'll roll up my sleeves."
Randy just about ran to his room and shuffled through his dresser for some basketball shorts and an undershirt. Tearing off his clothes, including his boxers, he adorned his new outfit and tried to walk back out into the living room at a reasonable speed.
Chelsea had turned on the TV and found a movie. "Usually, watching a movie or show can help break the tension and awkward silence. How about this one? And then we can spoon on the couch."
She picked some action movie he'd never heard of, but he agreed, and they got into position. With his height at 6 foot and her at 5 1/2 feet, they naturally ended up with him as the big spoon, his back against the couch.
Using pillows and blankets he'd brought out before she arrived, she adjusted herself endlessly, rubbing her ass against his hardon. She pressed her body as close to him as possible to keep from falling off the couch and instructed him to wrap his top leg over hers to help anchor her. Then she used his lower arm as a head pillow and drew his upper arm across her tummy and onto her breasts.
He was stunned. "Oh, I thought the website said this area was off limits, same as genitals." Regretting his words, she sat up tugging her legs free of his hold.
Facing him, he had to look up at her seeing breasts then her face. "Sorry, I forgot to explain. I don't think that matters so much. Touch is touch and if our intention is not sexual, then it's fine. I don't personally feel arousal when my nipples are touched and understand that a hard nipple under fabric can be a stim for some people. If I can touch your chest, you can touch mine. Does that work for you?"
His jaw hung open as he nodded. This was a different experience than he expected. It sounded so freeing to be able to touch a woman without worrying about the inevitability of sex or if she'd smack him instead.
"As for genitals. Like I said before: they stay covered. Spooning for instance makes your genitals touch my ass so, what, are we going to get rid of the most popular cuddle position? No. So, if your hand or anything else brushes my genitals I will tell you if I am uncomfortable. And you can do the same. We don't always know where everything is laying, or uh, standing," her eyes darted to his groin, "so it's bound to happen. We don't need to make a big deal of it."
Randy found was lost for words and just kept nodding.
"Just please don't mention it in any reviews or to my employer because they are pretty strict about it." She rubbed his bare arm and squeezed up to his shoulders.
He rubbed her leg and tugged on her onesie to get her to lay back down. "Okay, I promise."
She got back into her extravagant pillow-couch-Randy bed and returned his hand to her chest. His mind raced with all kinds of things he could get away with. Could he just straight up masturbate on her? Or masturbate her over her silly pajamas? Make her cum without penetrating her? Could that be cuddling?
"Before I hit play," she said without turning around, "do you need to go take care of that?"
He was used to edging. It was one of his tactics he used to feel an intense orgasm while he was all by himself this last year. He'd tried a number of things to feel good again, but nothing worked. So far, Chelsea was working for him.
Pressing his cock against her ass he said, "No, I'm okay."
She pressed her ass back into him and said, "Okay," before starting the movie.
He didn't watch a moment of it. His eyes stayed on Chelsea the whole time. Admiring her slim form and wondering what she looked like naked. Did she have any birthmarks or scars? Maybe she was the kind who had tattoos and didn't want to show them when she first met a cuddle client.
Dragging his leg over hers, he cocked her body slightly in his direction. Her breasts lay prominently on her chest, the top globe seeming flatter than the bottom. With her hands tucked under her head, caressing his other arm, she left a clear path for him to fondle her plump tits. When he squeezed the bottom one, he realized she wasn't wearing a bra and groaned as he pressed his hips into her back, feeling her ass crease even through their clothing. Was she wearing underwear?
He played with her breasts and rubbed her tummy as the movie went on, noticing her nipples getting hard under the fabric. Taking her advice, he enjoyed the feeling as he slid his fingers back and forth across the little bump noticing that it flexed back and forth with the weight of his hand.
Her breathing deepened, steadied, and her fingers ceased dancing over his forearm under hear head. "Chelsea, you okay?" he whispered.
With a snore in response, he realized she'd fallen asleep. This was his chance to really feel her little titties. Slowly, he tugged the zipper of her onesie. It slid more easily than he expected, gliding over the teeth in silence. He was pleased to find the fabric parting ways to expose her smooth skin to him.
Not wasting time, he dipped his hand into her top and cupped her warm, soft breast. As if it was made for his grasp, every inch of his hand was covered by breast and none spilled through his fingers. If he could be her bra, he would hold her boobs up for eternity.
Squishing her titty tissue in his hand, he gently humped her backside. The tip of his dick wanted in so badly, but the fabric kept it at bay. He imagined the silky material of his shorts were her silky insides and the resistance from her pajamas was the pressure of her contracting walls. When he came in his shorts, he thought of decorating those walls for her. Splattering white across her pink secret sauna.
Knowing he was lucky she didn't stir at his suppressed pleasure grunts he quickly zipped her back up and placed his hand on her innocently covered breast.
The credits rolled and he tried to wake her up, but it proved to be a challenge. He had to shake her whole body like she was going through an earthquake to get her big eyes to flutter open.
