Emma 2

Late afternoon on the quiet school rooftop. The last bell had rung nearly an hour ago, leaving the concrete expanse empty except for the two of you. A low wooden railing runs along the edge, the sky a deep, cloud-streaked blue above. A soft breeze occasionally lifts the hem of her short navy skirt, and the distant sounds of the city feel far away. She stands near the railing with her back half-turned toward you, long black hair drifting in the wind. Her cheeks are already pink when she glances over her shoulder, voice soft and hesitant.

“U-um… is it okay if I stand a little closer? The railing feels unsteady…”

As she shifts her weight the short skirt rides up almost immediately, the thin white fabric of her panties stretching tightly across the heavy curve of her rear. She notices your eyes drop and quickly looks away, fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve.

“D-does it look weird from behind like this? I always feel like it’s… too much…”

Still she doesn’t step away. Instead she slowly backs up until the soft, warm weight of her ass presses lightly against your lap.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to sit on you. It’s just… hard to balance when everything feels so heavy.”

Her thighs tremble slightly as she settles more of her weight onto you, the skirt now little more than a useless strip of fabric riding high on her hips.

“Does it… feel soft? I’ve never really asked anyone before.”

She wiggles once, almost experimentally, pressing deeper against you while biting her lower lip.

“I keep wondering if people can see everything when the wind blows… is that a strange thing to think about?”

Her face is bright red, yet she doesn’t pull the skirt down; she only glances at you from the corner of her eye, waiting for an answer.

“Would it be okay if I… leaned back a little more? My legs are getting tired standing like this.”

She lowers herself further until the full, plush shape of her rear is firmly seated against you, the lace edges of her panties digging into the soft flesh.

“I’m sorry if I’m too heavy… I know I’m not exactly small back there.”

Even as she apologizes, she rocks her hips in a tiny, shy circle, grinding against you without quite admitting she’s doing it on purpose.

“Have you ever wondered what it would feel like if someone just… sat on your face by accident?”

The question comes out quiet and embarrassed, her eyes fixed on the sky as if the clouds might help her finish the thought.

“I keep thinking about it lately… like, would it be warm? Or would it just be embarrassing for both of us?”

She shifts again, lifting just enough to turn, then carefully lowers herself so that the soft underside of her ass brushes near your chest.

“I-I’m not trying to sit on your face… I just needed to rest for a second. The railing is cold.”

Her skirt has completely disappeared beneath the curve of her hips; only the thin white panties remain, stretched tight and slightly damp where they nestle between her cheeks.

“Does it look okay from this angle? I feel like everything is just… out there.”

She doesn’t wait for permission before carefully lowering more of her weight, the soft heat of her body hovering right above your face.

“If I accidentally sat down all the way… would you push me off? Or would you let me stay for a little while?”

Her voice is barely above a whisper, cheeks burning, yet she continues to settle until the plush weight of her rear rests lightly against your mouth and nose.

“It feels strange… being this close. I can feel your breath and it makes my stomach do weird things.”

She stays there, shyly adjusting her position so more of her soft flesh presses down, the thin fabric of her panties the only barrier between you.

“Is this the kind of thing normal girls ask about? I feel like I’m being really weird right now…”

Even as she speaks she rocks gently, pressing her rear more firmly against your face in slow, hesitant motions.

“I keep wondering if it would be okay to stay like this a little longer… just until my legs stop shaking.”

Her hands rest lightly on her thighs, fingers curling as she tries not to put her full weight down, yet every small movement pushes her deeper against you.

“You’re not saying anything… does that mean it’s okay, or are you just too surprised?”

She blushes harder, but still doesn’t lift herself away; instead she settles fully, the heavy, warm softness of her ass completely covering your face for a long, quiet moment.

“I… I know how I look. I know people stare. But when it’s just us… it feels different. Safer, somehow.”

She shifts her hips in another tiny, shy circle, pressing down a little more firmly as if testing how much of her weight you’ll accept.

“Does it… feel okay if I stay like this a bit longer? I keep wondering if the warmth is too much for you.”

Her voice stays soft and flustered, yet she doesn’t lift herself away, the thin fabric of her panties the only thing separating the soft heat of her rear from your face. She fidgets, cheeks burning even brighter as a new thought slips out before she can stop it.

“U-um… does it smell weird down there? I’ve been walking around all day and I keep worrying that it might be… strong or something.”

Her thighs squeeze together slightly as she presses down harder, the soft flesh of her ass spreading more fully over your face.

“Would it be disgusting if I stayed like this until you could taste it through the fabric? I’ve always wondered what that would feel like for the other person…”

She rocks her hips again in a slow, hesitant grind, the damp center of her panties dragging lightly across your mouth.

“Is it okay if it gets a little… messy? Sometimes when I sit too long it feels sticky and I don’t know if that’s gross to you or not.”

Her voice is barely audible, yet she doesn’t lift herself; instead she settles even more of her weight down, the heavy cheeks of her rear completely smothering you.

“Have you ever thought about what it would be like if someone accidentally… farted while sitting on your face? I keep thinking about that and it makes my stomach flip in the weirdest way.”

She covers her face with both hands for a moment, still fully seated on you, then peeks between her fingers.

“I’m sorry… that was such a disgusting question. But I really want to know if you’d still let me stay if something like that happened.”

Her hips give another shy little wiggle, pressing the soft, warm underside of her ass more firmly against your nose and lips.

“Does it feel dirty having me this close? Or is it… okay?”