Misty Night
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Pokemon › Yuri - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
18,694
Reviews:
7
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Misty Night
Misty Night
Chapter 1: The Storm
Misty knocked on the door. A few seconds later, Delia answered. “Oh, Misty! Come on in.”
Misty nodded. “Thank you, Mrs. Ketchum.”
She then walked into the house. “I wasn’t expecting you. But I’m glad you came. I was getting a bit lonely...I mean, I have Mimey, but he’s no replacement for human interaction. So what made you decide to come by?” Delia asked, curious as to why Misty was visiting.
“Well, all of my sisters are away right now, and I just got lonely, and I thought you could probably use some company, since Ash moved to Hoenn.”
Delia could tell that Misty was a bit upset about it. After all, she’d had a crush on her son and had been really sad ever since he married May and took over Petalburg gym. “Yes, I’ve been missing him, but I suppose he had to grow up some time or another. I just wish that his father was around, at the very least.”
Misty thought back to all the times that she’d been at Ash’s house before, and never once had she seen his father. She decided not to press the matter, seeing the look on Delia’s face.
“Since you’re here, what do you say to having dinner?”
“Sounds good! It’s been a while since I had a home cooked meal. Brock comes over from time to time, but not all that often, ever since he finally found a girlfriend. He spends all of his time with her...not that I blame him.”
After that, Delia went into the kitchen to begin cooking. Misty went to Ash’s old room. She picked up an alarm clock shaped like a pokéball. She chuckled to herself. (He always was obsessed with pokémon). She sat it down and began to look around a bit more. She noticed some paper sticking out from under his mattress. She bent over and pulled it out. It was a nude picture of Cissy from the Orange Islands.
(I wonder how he got this), Misty wondered as she looked at the picture. She began to grow horny. Cissy was a very sexy looking woman.
(Well, he won't need this anymore), Misty thought as she tucked it away. She then decided to help Delia in the kitchen.
When she went in there, she saw her bent over in front of the oven. Even though she was a lot older than Misty, she was still extremely fit and attractive, and Misty couldn’t help but stare at her ass, which was still firm and trim looking. She'd never really noticed before, but Delia really didn't look a day over 25.
“Um, Mrs. Ketchum? If it’s alright, I’d like to help.”
Delia stood up and turned. “It’s alright. I’m just about done. And there’s no need to be so formal. Just call me Delia. Now why don’t you go on out and sit down at the dinner table? I’ll be out with the food in a few minutes."
Misty did as Delia said. A few minutes later, she came out with several plates. The two women began to eat. All the while, they talked a little bit about various things. After they finished dinner, Misty said goodbye and left, but before she could make it very far, a storm rolled in and lightning struck the ground rather close to the path she’d been planning on taking, so she quickly ran back.
Delia was already standing in the doorway with a towel. “I figured you’d be back as soon as I heard the thunder. Why don’t you come in until the storm is over?” the older woman said, handing Misty the towel.
“Thanks. I’m sorry I came over without letting you know, and now I’m imposing on you like this.”
Delia smiled. “It’s no problem at all. Why don’t you go take a bath and warm up? I’ll wash your clothes while you do,” Delia offered.
“I’m fine...just let me borrow a robe or something.”
“No, I insist that you take a bath, otherwise you might get sick.”
Misty could tell that it was pointless to argue, so she went to the bathroom. The bath was set in its own alcove, and there was a sliding glass door. “Just leave your clothes on the shelf, and I’ll get them in a few minutes and leave you something to wear.”
Misty quickly stripped and took a few seconds to look at herself in the mirror. Over the past few years, she had developed pretty nicely. Her breasts had grown by about a cup, and she actually looked like a girl now. None of her sisters teased her any more.
She went into the bath and began to fill it with steaming hot water. A few seconds after she heard the sound of water running, Delia went to the bathroom. She could hear slight splashes as Misty lowered herself into the water very carefully. She opened the door and peeked in. Seeing Misty naked caused a stir of desire in the pit of her stomach. Ever since she’d first met Misty, she’d wanted her for herself. But she'd always thought that Ash would end up with her, so for her son's sake Delia hadn't ever tried to seduce Misty for herself.. But now that he was gone and Misty was alone, she could make her move. Delia knew very well that she was aging terrifically and could pass for a woman over a dozen years younger than she was. She took good care of herself and had a naturally healthy body, so the way she figured it, pursuing a much younger girl was just fine to do. Heck, at the rate she was going, Misty might start showing signs of age before Delia did. The storm couldn’t have happened at a better time.
She closed the door, making sure that Misty didn’t hear her. She then picked up Misty’s discarded clothing and walked into the laundry room. She went through the pockets of Misty’s shorts to make sure that there wasn’t anything that could be damaged. She found the nude picture of Cissy.
(I wonder where she got this? I won't say anything, though).
She set it aside, and then, after making sure that there was nothing else in any of the pockets, she put the shorts in there. She picked up Misty’s panties and gave the crotch a sniff before putting them in. She then tossed in her shirt, but took a moment to look at Misty’s bra. (She’s gotten a lot bigger since the first time I meet her).
After that, Delia tossed it in with the rest of the clothes. She closed the lid and started the washing machine. After turning it on, she looked at the picture of Cissy again and thought about how Misty had looked in the bathtub. She looked at the machine and decided to have some fun.
She slid down her pants and got a foot stool, and used it so that she could easily straddle one of the corners. As the vibrations went through her, Delia took her hands and began to squeeze her breasts together, moaning in pleasure from the vibrations. She thought about the sexy little red head in the other room. The memory of Misty’s pert little breasts halfway visible in the water got her more excited. Then she thought about what Misty would look like laying naked on her back, just waiting. It was just enough to push her over the edge, and she came.
Delia put her pants back on and went to her bedroom. She looked through her closet and drawers for something that Misty could wear. The only thing she could find that would fit was a skimpy negligee. Even though Misty had grown, her curves were nothing like Delia’s. She then picked out a pair of panties and went to the bathroom.
“Misty, I’ve set out some clothes. I’ll be taking a bath next, so feel free to watch TV.”
She wasn’t sure if the girl heard her or not at first, but a few seconds later she got a reply. “Okay. I’ll refill the tub for you. Oh, and thanks for washing my clothes!”
Chapter 1: The Storm
Misty knocked on the door. A few seconds later, Delia answered. “Oh, Misty! Come on in.”
Misty nodded. “Thank you, Mrs. Ketchum.”
She then walked into the house. “I wasn’t expecting you. But I’m glad you came. I was getting a bit lonely...I mean, I have Mimey, but he’s no replacement for human interaction. So what made you decide to come by?” Delia asked, curious as to why Misty was visiting.
“Well, all of my sisters are away right now, and I just got lonely, and I thought you could probably use some company, since Ash moved to Hoenn.”
Delia could tell that Misty was a bit upset about it. After all, she’d had a crush on her son and had been really sad ever since he married May and took over Petalburg gym. “Yes, I’ve been missing him, but I suppose he had to grow up some time or another. I just wish that his father was around, at the very least.”
Misty thought back to all the times that she’d been at Ash’s house before, and never once had she seen his father. She decided not to press the matter, seeing the look on Delia’s face.
“Since you’re here, what do you say to having dinner?”
“Sounds good! It’s been a while since I had a home cooked meal. Brock comes over from time to time, but not all that often, ever since he finally found a girlfriend. He spends all of his time with her...not that I blame him.”
After that, Delia went into the kitchen to begin cooking. Misty went to Ash’s old room. She picked up an alarm clock shaped like a pokéball. She chuckled to herself. (He always was obsessed with pokémon). She sat it down and began to look around a bit more. She noticed some paper sticking out from under his mattress. She bent over and pulled it out. It was a nude picture of Cissy from the Orange Islands.
(I wonder how he got this), Misty wondered as she looked at the picture. She began to grow horny. Cissy was a very sexy looking woman.
(Well, he won't need this anymore), Misty thought as she tucked it away. She then decided to help Delia in the kitchen.
When she went in there, she saw her bent over in front of the oven. Even though she was a lot older than Misty, she was still extremely fit and attractive, and Misty couldn’t help but stare at her ass, which was still firm and trim looking. She'd never really noticed before, but Delia really didn't look a day over 25.
“Um, Mrs. Ketchum? If it’s alright, I’d like to help.”
Delia stood up and turned. “It’s alright. I’m just about done. And there’s no need to be so formal. Just call me Delia. Now why don’t you go on out and sit down at the dinner table? I’ll be out with the food in a few minutes."
Misty did as Delia said. A few minutes later, she came out with several plates. The two women began to eat. All the while, they talked a little bit about various things. After they finished dinner, Misty said goodbye and left, but before she could make it very far, a storm rolled in and lightning struck the ground rather close to the path she’d been planning on taking, so she quickly ran back.
Delia was already standing in the doorway with a towel. “I figured you’d be back as soon as I heard the thunder. Why don’t you come in until the storm is over?” the older woman said, handing Misty the towel.
“Thanks. I’m sorry I came over without letting you know, and now I’m imposing on you like this.”
Delia smiled. “It’s no problem at all. Why don’t you go take a bath and warm up? I’ll wash your clothes while you do,” Delia offered.
“I’m fine...just let me borrow a robe or something.”
“No, I insist that you take a bath, otherwise you might get sick.”
Misty could tell that it was pointless to argue, so she went to the bathroom. The bath was set in its own alcove, and there was a sliding glass door. “Just leave your clothes on the shelf, and I’ll get them in a few minutes and leave you something to wear.”
Misty quickly stripped and took a few seconds to look at herself in the mirror. Over the past few years, she had developed pretty nicely. Her breasts had grown by about a cup, and she actually looked like a girl now. None of her sisters teased her any more.
She went into the bath and began to fill it with steaming hot water. A few seconds after she heard the sound of water running, Delia went to the bathroom. She could hear slight splashes as Misty lowered herself into the water very carefully. She opened the door and peeked in. Seeing Misty naked caused a stir of desire in the pit of her stomach. Ever since she’d first met Misty, she’d wanted her for herself. But she'd always thought that Ash would end up with her, so for her son's sake Delia hadn't ever tried to seduce Misty for herself.. But now that he was gone and Misty was alone, she could make her move. Delia knew very well that she was aging terrifically and could pass for a woman over a dozen years younger than she was. She took good care of herself and had a naturally healthy body, so the way she figured it, pursuing a much younger girl was just fine to do. Heck, at the rate she was going, Misty might start showing signs of age before Delia did. The storm couldn’t have happened at a better time.
She closed the door, making sure that Misty didn’t hear her. She then picked up Misty’s discarded clothing and walked into the laundry room. She went through the pockets of Misty’s shorts to make sure that there wasn’t anything that could be damaged. She found the nude picture of Cissy.
(I wonder where she got this? I won't say anything, though).
She set it aside, and then, after making sure that there was nothing else in any of the pockets, she put the shorts in there. She picked up Misty’s panties and gave the crotch a sniff before putting them in. She then tossed in her shirt, but took a moment to look at Misty’s bra. (She’s gotten a lot bigger since the first time I meet her).
After that, Delia tossed it in with the rest of the clothes. She closed the lid and started the washing machine. After turning it on, she looked at the picture of Cissy again and thought about how Misty had looked in the bathtub. She looked at the machine and decided to have some fun.
She slid down her pants and got a foot stool, and used it so that she could easily straddle one of the corners. As the vibrations went through her, Delia took her hands and began to squeeze her breasts together, moaning in pleasure from the vibrations. She thought about the sexy little red head in the other room. The memory of Misty’s pert little breasts halfway visible in the water got her more excited. Then she thought about what Misty would look like laying naked on her back, just waiting. It was just enough to push her over the edge, and she came.
Delia put her pants back on and went to her bedroom. She looked through her closet and drawers for something that Misty could wear. The only thing she could find that would fit was a skimpy negligee. Even though Misty had grown, her curves were nothing like Delia’s. She then picked out a pair of panties and went to the bathroom.
“Misty, I’ve set out some clothes. I’ll be taking a bath next, so feel free to watch TV.”
She wasn’t sure if the girl heard her or not at first, but a few seconds later she got a reply. “Okay. I’ll refill the tub for you. Oh, and thanks for washing my clothes!”