I seized her little fingers with my lips and eagerly kissed and sucked them.I seized her little fingers with my lips and eagerly kissed and sucked them. With her free hand she began to draw little circles around my nipples and to trace the outline of my ribs. Even through the material of my tee-shirt the sensation was delightful! I reached for her chin and drew her to me. This time she didn't draw away, but brought her face to mine with softly parted lips. I traced her lips with my tongue, then gently explored her mouth. It tasted cool and sweet. Then her tongue found its way into my mouth. I sucked it ever so gently, and she moaned softly. My left hand played with her soft, long hair and with her ears, and stroked her back, and eventually found its way to her right breast. The soft cotton of her shirt did little to hide the firm, yet yielding texture of that delightful handful. She began to hum again. I found and opened the top buttons of her shirt, and slowly began to trace a line down from her neck with my fingers. She took my hand in hers and pressed it firmly under her shirt. I can't describe the texture of her skin - the most incredibly delightful feeling. I gently cupped the object of my attention in my hand, kneading it, then squeezed and stroked the jewel that crowned it. While I was busy with that, her deft hands had pulled my tee-shirt up under my arms and were stroking my chest and back bringing me goose-flesh and chills. When finally we parted from the long kiss, we were both pumping air like just-surfaced divers. I made to pull my tee-shirt off, but she cried, "Wait! Let me," so I stopped. Ever so slowly and gently, she pulled it off my arms and over my head, in the process planting wet kisses on my chest and neck. She smiled that smile of hers, and I knew it was an invitation. So with equal slowness I undid the remaining buttons of her shirt, and very deliberately exposed her twin delights. I lightly kissed the tip of each in turn, then slowly drew the shirt off her shoulders. |