Posted by Clemstra on August 22, 2004 at 21:16:45:
copyright 2003 Clemstra
The Comfy Chair - by Clemstra (AKA) jeanannd
"To Alexa, I leave these things and most importantly
my comfy chair. May you get as much pleasure from
it as I did," the lawyer intoned.
Grandmother had died. Now in the reading of the
will, her family was well pleased with the booty
they were getting from her. She had left them
all what they most wanted, MONEY! All but Alexa
that is. Alexa had actually loved her grandmother.
So fittingly grandmother had left her some photo's,
books and her favorite chair, the comfy chair.
Her mother, her own children, sneered at Alexa
for getting no more then a few nick knack's.
That was fine, it wasn't as if her late husband
Lester had left her without some resources.
Alexa herself was a good investor so though not rich,
she was nicely upper middle class.
Alexa left with the books and photo's, happy for these
wonderful memories. She wondered about the comfy
chair though. Grandmother had acquired the comfy chair
some years after grandfather's death. She had never
remarried, always remembering grandfather with sorrow.
She had exhibited a rather strong, even strange
possessiveness over that comfy chair. Well, that made
her leaving it to Alexa that much more special. The
lawyer told her he'd have it delivered to Alexa's
house that very day. No extra charge, he had always
respected Alexa's grandmother and grandfather he said.
By the time Alexa came home the delivery men were waiting
for her, with the comfy chair. She opened the door and
showed them where to put it. It would look okay she
thought, nothing special but it had been grandmother's,
she wanted to remember grandmother when she sat in it.
She tipped the men, something her own children
would never have done. Alexa felt they deserved it,
they had waited for her and been kind enough to place
the chair just as instructed. With the moving men
gone Alexa inspected grandmother's old comfy chair.
The chair was BIG, it threatened to engulf anyone
that sat in it with cushions and fabric. There
was just something odd about the comfy chair thought
Alexa. It's color was a satiny brown, what type of fabric
was it coated in? It had hand rests on each side,
something Alexa found practical. She reached out
stroking the fabric of the chair. It was smooth, soft,
very inviting.
The funeral had tired her, she decided to go to bed
early. She thought she'd get her nightie on, have
a nice cup of tea while watching the early news, then
get some sleep. She put the water onto boil and changed
into her night gown. The water wasn't ready yet, so
turning on the news, she sat in grandmother's comfy chair.
That's when she found out why grandmother REALLY liked
this chair.
Turning the television on, she set the remote to the side.
As she sat in the chair it seemed incredibly soft. Alexa
found herself sinking in a sea of soft cushions, and
satiny cloth, Soft, so very soft. Instead of remaining
sitting she found herself lying down, which was
impossible as the chair didn't recline she thought with a
start. It was as if she were being drawn into the chair
itself, into a cloth womb. she felt soft vibrations all
over her body as she continued to sink, fall into a world
of cushiony darkness. She started to scream then stopped
as something silky brushed her lips, massaging, tickling,
smoothing her lips as if to kiss them.
She was totally inside the chair, which was of course
impossible. The space she was in was dark, warm but roomy.
Her back rested on a undulating, massaging mass of soft
comfort. The massaging became a total experience as
the space shrank, conforming to her body. She found
her legs drifting apart, relaxing, her arms likewise
relaxed and spread apart. The massaging took on an
erotic tone, teasing, tickling, then soothing. She
could swear that tiny silken fingers were softly
caressing her vagina's lips, tiny tongues were licking
her labia, and one tongue licking, playing with her
clitoris. At the same time something soft and furry
or was it feathery, was entering and withdrawing from
her vaginal hole, vibrating as it did so.
Alexa had never known such pleasure, and it was only
intensifying. Tiny silken, feathery and furry fingers
were caressing her breasts, teasing her areola's.
Tiny mouths sucking on her nipples in the most pleasing
manner. Firm yet soft appendages massaging up and
down her buttocks while a soft tickling thing went in and
out of her anus. The term multiple orgasms had a whole
new meaning! If God were listening, he was probably
most interested in the praise he was suddenly and
repeatily getting. After her umpteenth orgasm
something seemed to suddenly cleanse her with quick
licks and she was deposited gently outside the the
dark womb of pleasure, to find herself sitting in the
comfy chair. Breathing heavily, quivering with sensation
she heard the television droning as the tea kettle
shrilly whistled.
Still quivering she manage to get up and turn the kettle off.
She decided she would sleep very well without the tea this
evening. She turned the television off and looked at the
comfy chair. It looked very much like a nice cushiony,
satin finish comfy chair. No sign of anything abnormal in
the chair. Alexa was still shivering from the incredible
sensations, her night gown was a mess. She knew now
exactly why grandmother was so very possessive of her comfy
chair. Reaching out with a hand she stroked the back of the
comfy chair, "good chair" she said with a smile.
As she turned the lights out and went to bed she decided if
her grandchildren came out better then their parents she
would leave them something more then money. To her grandson
she would leave Lester's prize possessions and photo's and
to her grand daughter, some choice books, photo's and THE
COMFY chair. With a joyous sigh she fell easily to sleep
that night, and every night after with help of the comfy chair.