Karyn's thighs kept swishing back and forth, twisting Jon from side to side. Jon had to admit, it felt pretty nice. It wasn't a sexual feeling, more like a gentle face massage. Still, it would have been better if he had a clue where she was or where she was going. Even if he could see much of anything beyond the gauzy fabric of her underwear, the fact that he was stuck facing straight down meant that he'd be spending the next month not seeing much of anything other than her feet and the ground beneath them. The sound of her footsteps changed, from hard pavement to grass, and then wooden steps.
"Mom, I'm home!"
Well, at least Jon now knew that much. He was familiar enough with Karyn's house to at least have an idea of his surrounding while she was at home. Her legs squeezed together on him for a moment while she lifted her leg to remove one shoe, then the other. Then the walking motions resumed as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She stopped for a minute or two -- Jon felt that she might have been taking off her jacket or putting her hair down -- and then sat down. Despite the cushion provided by her hips, Jon's face was pressed against a hard surface. Definitely not her bed. Even though he wasn't bearing any significant part of her body weight, it felt much like lying face-down on a table.
Karyn opened up her homework. She had always been a diligent student and knew it was better to get this out of the way first. She eyed the object she had retrieved from Jon's house and smirked. It would be hard to concentrate, knowing what was coming afterward, though. Nevertheless, it would have to wait.
Jon was supremely bored. Karyn had been sitting in her desk chair, legs together, for what felt like days. Without even the poor light from beneath her skirt, he was trapped in darkness. Furthermore, the cozy sensation of being snugly cupped by Karyn's panties now seemed unbearably close. Jon wasn't particularly claustrophobic, but now, enclosed on all sides, he needed some fresh air. He felt hot and sticky and increasingly aware of his own odor. Jon had always rather liked the way Karyn tasted and smelled, but he'd never been trapped in her panties for hours at a time either.
After what felt like an eternity, Karyn finally stood up. Jon, no longer squeezed between her legs, savored the break from being seated. He would have been much happier if she were naked and he could see what she was doing, but standing up was so much more comfortable that he couldn't complain. Now he wondered what she was planning to do next.
