Normally Louise found her nipples exquisitely sensitive, and hated it when they stood proud from their light pink surround, and she could hardly bare touching them.Normally Louise found her nipples exquisitely sensitive, and hated it when they stood proud from their light pink surround, and she could hardly bare touching them. Today however, she was captivated by the sensuality of the vision they formed. There was something essentially sexual about how she looked: her breasts cupped in her hands, her nipples thrusting through her spread fingers, and a healthy flush on her cheeks. Against her normal practice, she touched her nipples deliberately, lightly squeezing them between her fingers. Exquisite sensations darted from them, pleasure being the dominant component of the thrill. Louise was emboldened to press her palms over them, and the resulting sensations caused a deeper flush to rise to her cheeks. Sliding her palms over her breasts was almost too much, and she couldn't help gasping. A little bit frightened by the intensity of the pleasure, Louise stopped then, and let her hands fall to her side. |