Sprout Massage

Your hands dug in to the soft and squishy skin along Yomi's shoulders as you started to knead in a circular motion. You'd spent a long day accompanying Yomi through your slummy neighborhood, distributing food, money, and clothing that she'd somehow managed to get her hands on to the more needy residents. She was still on her 'nudist for the poor' routine, so of course, she'd carried all of the goods in the buff, in a backpack that you'd describe as 'comically large'. Fitting for its huge size, you weren't able to lift it, so you acted as Yomi's guide through the neighborhood. When you were finished, the backpack was a more manageable size, allowing you to take it off of her back, since she'd started complaining of sore shoulders as you finished distributing her care packages. Now, you were back at your apartment, fulfilling your earlier offer of a massage.

"Ahhhh...that feels wonderful, Anon," she cooed, practically melting into your lap. You didn't stop kneading her shoulders, moving your hands slowly towards the base of her neck. Her skin felt like dough underneath your fingers.
"I'm glad you like it, Yomi. I know that I'm not good with my hands, but..." you trailed off, focusing on massaging her.

You both sat in silence, the only sounds filling the room being the sounds of your hands against her skin and the coos and light moans she let out every so often. You started to feel impure desires bubble up inside of you, though, attributing it to your extended contact with your girlfriend's soft body. Deciding to act on them, you shifted your hands away from Yomi's neck and shoulders, trailing down her collarbone to her ample bosom. With a short pause, you grabbed two handfuls of breasts, one for each hand, as Yomi let out a shocked gasp.
"A-anon, w-what are you doing?" she asked, starting to blush. You kept silent as you started to knead again, feeling the soft, squishy, supple flesh in your hands. Yomi's moans and gasps became more audible, and you noticed that she had started to bite her lower lips to try to conceal them. Moving your hands to her nipples, you gave them a quick pinch, causing her to squeal out and jump a bit. Chuckling in your mind, you softened your grasp, starting to stroke them, flicking your fingers inside of them every so often.

Not satisfied with stopping, your hands started to maneuver themselves down again, stopping briefly to fondle and poke at her navel, grabbing a small amount of pudge on her stomach. Continuing on, your hands found themselves on Yomi's bottom. You started to massage her cheeks in a circle, the noble nudist leaning forward slightly to allow you a fuller view and grabbing area. You squeezed her butt, feeling the softness as it gave way underneath your grasp. Her gasps and moans intensified again, as she started to let out longer and more passionate grunts and groans. With every circular motion you made with her cheeks, her anus peeked out at you enticingly, the beansprout lover starting to quiver under your touch.

Satisfied with your lewd assault, your newfound erection not withstanding, you released her ass and kept drifting down her body after pulling her back onto your lap. You briefly fondled up her plump thighs as you brought your hands away from her body, finished with the massage-turned-gropefest. To her credit, Yomi was trying to hide her arousal, sitting in a refined pose atop your lap. Her blush and quivering body gave away her lust, though. After a deep exhale, she shifted in place so that she could look at your face.

"Anon, you know that I hope to save myself for our marriage, but..." she said as you felt something happening to your pants. Looking down, you realized that she had somehow managed to unzip them and pull them down. Starting to speak again, she placed your raging member in between her buttcheeks, hot-dogging you.
"I think I'm willing to overlook it this once."