Before James had a chance to properly register what was happening, the woman used her free hand to open up the clothing around her exposed chest region, and swiftly tucked the mouse inside against her left breast.
James’s mind was awhirl with thoughts of shock and, admittedly, arousal. The smoothness and softness of the woman’s skin was otherworldly, with a warmth that made James feel as though he was being cradled inside a silky yet squishy blanket. The smell of the woman’s body was intoxicating, with the scent of vanilla and brown sugar pervading James’s nostrils as he lay contently against the massive biological pillow that was presently enveloping him.
James’s heart rate began to slow, a feeling of serenity and coming over him as he fought to stay awake in his current condition. There was plentiful oxygen made available through the thin lining of the woman’s clothes, and yet James still felt exhausted and in need of a nap.
Nuzzling gently against the woman’s glorious melon, the soft-furred mouse instigated a surprised yet happy cry from the woman, who began to move about the house in search of whatever it was she had come looking for.
James, deep down, knew he should have been concerned with who this woman was and what she was doing here, but these thoughts were pushed to the very back of his mind as her marvelous mammaries began to jiggle and bounce ever so tenderly with each step she took.