God Of Crafting

"Elmer stone. It's a stone used to enrich the air with the essence of the type specified by the variety of stone added to the mix."

Claire's vibrant voice filled the whole lounge, likely thanks to the acoustics of this place designed for this place to serve as the best karaoke spot in the town.

Sure, it was nowhere near the original purpose of the room… but when just opening this place up for a single visit cost tens of thousands, making the room karaoke-viable was the least its architects could do.

"Grasu stone. It's a powder, -ah!"

A sweet, high-pitched moan escaped Claire's lips when I slowly dragged my hand down, currently pressing it down against her lower stomach yet still about an inch away from her abdomen.

I didn't even move her clothes out of the way, effectively caressing her shirt rather than her skin, and yet…

And yet, it was enough for Clarie to start growing restless.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were moist. And yet, she continued to lock her sights on the tablet-like device as she persevered in her task, regardless of my teasing.

"Honestly," I leaned over Claire's ear as I whispered directly into it, "if that's how our work is supposed to look, then…"

Rather than finishing my sentence up, I slid my hand just a little lower, right where the bottom of her top met with the upper rim of her jeans.

"Then…?" Claire whimpered, already struggling to get her words properly out.

"Then, I'm afraid, there won't be a single day we will be able to look back at with pride and claim that we worked hard back then."

With those words in my mouth, I finally slid my fingers below the edge of Claire's jeans… while keeping them above the fabric of her panties.

'This feels… fucking awesome…'

Claire wasn't your typical sexy or outright slutty beauty. No, if anything, she was the opposite.

From the moment I first saw her in the shop, she gave me that slightly nerdy, kind, passionate-girl feeling. Up to this point, she always played the part, be it through the way she dressed, talked, or acted.

That's why, when she laid down on my chest with her legs initially stuffed between mine only to now slowly climb up on my knees as she started to unknowingly push them open…

It felt immoral, it felt wrong. It felt like a sacrilege as if allowing my filthy hands to touch her natural, innocent beauty was akin to spoiling her.

And yet…

Despite all of those, Claire was still in my lap, responding well to even the slightest of my movements.

She didn't protest when I added my other hand and slowly climbed up her stomach all the way to the point where the two peaks suddenly stood in the path of my hand.

"Ah!" she moaned a little when my hand pressed against the bottom of her breasts as if to weigh them, while the fingers of my right hand continued to trace their way inside her pants.

It felt wrong, immortal, bad, and outright evil to touch such an innocent, adorable beauty in a way that could spoil her… And yet, I just couldn't help myself but make sure to avoid her most sensitive parts while my fingers run wild all over her abdomen before and now her crotch and the inner side of her thighs.

"Should I take them off?" Claire suddenly whispered, twisting her entire body with how she no longer had the strength to lean her head far enough to look into my face.

"Take what off, your jacket?" I asked, playing dumb.

"My pants, you dummy!" Claire protested with tears appearing in her eyes.

'So it's working…'

Obviously, being able to see her teary face was one of the perks of me avoiding touching her nether regions directly. But while my main goal was to build up the anticipation to forever engrave the memory of the first time I touched her as something extremely pleasant…

Seeing how she reacted to all my teasing was more than just a fitting reward for all of my efforts!

"Touch me…"Unaware of what was even going in my head, Claire pleaded both with her words and with pretty much even inch of her body as she kept wiggling around, not sure whether to drag her hips up so that my hand would finally reach the center of her crotch or to do the opposite and slide down my lap so that my other hand would finally land on her breast.

"It's okay, I'm going to touch you as much as you could desire," I whispered into Claire's ear…

Only to pull both of my hands off her body.

But I wasn't a monster. After all of that teasing, I wasn't just going to leave her hanging!

Instead, I moved both of my hands down to the lock of her jeans, quickly undoing the button while nearly bathing in the satisfaction that came with doing so… only to then pull the sides of her jeans apart before sliding the pants off Claire's ass, finally revealing her perfectly squishy thighs that I was playing with so much.

Then again, rather than going for the goal right away, I instead moved my hands over to the edge of her cotton top instead.

This time, however, I didn't just ignore its existence. Rather than that, I slid both of my hands underneath it before driving my hands up, all the way to the point where they met the barrier of her brasserie.

There, I no longer had the patience to play all gentlemanly, opting to just drag it off her chest before reaching even further up her shirt and finally taking a proper hold of her boobs.

'Aaah…'

My whole body jolted when this sense of impossible softness filled my entire brain as my fingers sank into the hot skin of Claire's delicate flesh.

Her breasts were just the perfect size for me to grab on to while retaining just enough tenderness to remain perfectly springy and bouncy.

Claire's tits were so firm and bouncy, in fact, her skin pushed back against my fingers!

'Now then… heavy ho!' I called out in my mind before tightening my grip over Claire's tits and… using them to pull her up my lap a bit, just high enough for her ass to once again end up resting down on my lap as opposed to Claire's just pressing it back against my erection.

"Hurry…!" Claire's pleading voice only filled my brain with more cum and my blood with more energy, forcing me to pull one of my hands down and busy the other with the slow crawl towards the peak of Claire's breast while my other hand replicated its path from before.

Inch by inch, my fingers climbed higher and higher up Claire's breast, all the way to the point when they finally reached her perfectly hard nipple, while down there, rather than sliding below the layer of her pants… my fingers slid underneath her panties instead!

Then again, I still refused to touch her clit or her vagina directly, making a v-sigh with my fingers as I dragged them over the outside of Claire's bottom lips, meeting them back together right between her anus and her pussy before hooking two of my fingers up and slowly driving my hand back up.

This time, however, rather than just dragging my touch over her skin, I allowed my hook to sink right into her wet insides, right the very moment I finally pinched at her nipple.

"ARGH!" Clarie's moan grew both in volume and in intensity as her entire body tensed up, jerked up, and then fell back down on my lap, fully deprived of its strength like a kitten caught by the flab of skin by its neck.

Her warmth was pressing down against me. The smell of her shampoo filled my nose. And as if that wasn't enough, the skin of her breast pressed against my fingers that sank into it, as if nothing in the whole wide world was worthy enough to deform Claire's bust.

While down below…

Down below, along with her hips twitching at some crazy rate, Claire's insides coiled hard over my fingers, slathering them with her love juices while, at the same time, sucking on them so hard, it would be no wonder if they were dry once pulled out!

But this wasn't the time for me to enjoy myself, even Claire ensured I wouldn't be in this room without an erection that she caused. And even though she was now offering herself whole for my hands to molest…

'I need to hold on,' I told myself as I continued to scrape her insides with my fingers, already pushing them apart as I began the true quest of this moment - my search for her sensitive spots.

'This is once in a lifetime opportunity to engrave this as a pleasant memory and then to figure out what she likes me doing to her the most,' I thought, gritting my teeth as I forced myself to endure my excitement as I continued to touch Claire all over.

"Ah… AH!" Claire's moans only continued to fill the room, while the cushions of the sofa proved that while they were a great thing to sit at… they also excelled at something to put below one's ass when getting down and dirty.

And right now, Claire was both down and she was all dirty, with her body fully opening up from her mouth through her hands, her legs, and finally her pussy, ready to accept me in full at any time.

But that wasn't enough. For today wasn't going to be just about us two having sex. If it was, then how would be any different from any other day in the future?

Today, this shopping trip was all about me and my passions… so the least I could do was to make sure this precise moment, at the very least, was all about Claire!