Exploratory phase

"F-fine! Let's do it. I... I wanna see what you can do, exactly."

"Atta girl! I knew you'd be on board," Yana fist-pumped. With a tiny surprised scream and a jolt, Asami felt a finger lightly caressing her intimate parts slowly back and forth.

"W-w-wait a moment," Asami begged, yet the invading finger didn't stop. She gripped the side of the couch with one hand. "Shouldn't we move t-to the bedroom, or something? Won't this get super messy?"

"Probably real messy. So what? After all, I can clean everything with less than a snap of my fingers."

"And what about p-privacy?" She looked at the nearest window with the curtains wide open. "What if someone spots us?"

"Is that something that excites you?" The ghostly finger pressed a bit harder, forcing a light moan from the Japanese woman. "Not to worry, if something really problematic were to occur, I can make everyone forget they ever saw anything. It's also part of 'anything.'"

"Oh, of course..." Asami rested her head backwards, letting herself melt to Yana's touch. "You are so cheated, right now."

"And that cheated girl's about to make you sing, my dear."

A new pair of emulated hand appeared on Asami's butt, her panties massaging her cheeks deliberately while the fabric around her moist lips conformed perfectly as it kept rolling in waves around the sensitive parts. "This is reaaaally nice," she stated, one of her hands moving to massage her simple breast.

"Let me take care of that, too." Asami felt a new pair of hands around her boobs, her bra nicely squeezing her assets for herself. "Instead, how about you use those hands on the person gifting you those sensations?" Asami took off from her seat, levitated for only a moment before she was sent straight on top of Yana. She was **** to sit on her legs while facing her guest, her hands moving onto the latex covered cleavage by their own. "Go as wild as you wish, you can't hurt me in any way."

Asami didn't need a better invitation than that. She squeezed those divine assets, watching the flesh rolling between her fingers and feeling the hard nubs under the latex poking back at her palms. Yana released a contented sigh at finally getting some attention from someone else after all this time. All the while, Asami's clothes were still playing with her body. At some point, she shoved her face between Yana's breast and squeezed both assets around her head as she licked the latex, to Yana's pleasure. The goddess decided to levitate the both of them so she could slouch back in a better position. The Japanese was so lost in the moment she didn't notice they had taken flight and had moved to the middle of the room.

Eventually, Asami freed herself to get some fresh air and, now that she could see, saw where they now were. "Oh my god..." She still had her hands on the cleavage under her, using it to keep herself balanced. With the floor a few feet under them, a part of her brain feared a fall could hurt, but the other one was sure her impromptu ride wouldn't let that happen. Her panties shoved themselves against her clit, gently swirling it around. Asami threw herself backwards, gripping the breasts harder in pleasant surprise to the delight of Yana.

"I wanna feel your skin directly..." The button on Asami's jeans came undone just as she felt a breeze blowing under her shirt, the garment tugging itself up and off. She had to release Yana's breasts for a second to allow it to escape all while her slippers and her pants slid down and off of her, falling lifelessly on the floor under them. A shove sent the Japanese girl forward, colliding directly with the latex person under her which she hugged reflexively. "You have such a cute body, honey," Yana added and hugged back.

Asami looked at Yana's eyes before moving to those perfect lips. A single glance was all it took to want a taste, her face moving and a deep kiss ensued, the moans coming from both entities being muted in their passions. The garments on Asami never relented, still squeezing her breasts or her butts while her vagina and clit kept being teased, the fabric rolling around liberally. After a long, passionate minute, their lips separated, Yana having an hungry look in her eyes while Asami's looked more glossy, distant.

"Ready to take it up a notch?" came Yana's confident voice.