When we got around to introductions, she told me her name was Connie.When we got around to introductions, she told me her name was Connie. "Pleased to meet you, Connie, I'm Samantha," I said with a smile while extending my hand. As she reached out to me, I admired the outline of her braless breasts showing through her thin blouse. My boobs are pretty well developed, but she had the best set of tits I've ever seen! Their shape and the high, proud way they hung excited me. Her nipples were erect, but I couldn't tell if she was chilled by the air conditioning or if she had something else going on to stimulate her. Our conversation perhaps? Me? I mentally compared our builds and idly wondered how well her 5"1' 105-pound frame might fit with my own. I'm almost 5'6" and weight 110 pounds, but I sure didn't see a problem! Her cobalt blue eyes danced with a certain fire when she talked. I responded by concentrating intently on her. Her glance repeatedly returned to my eyes and I could tell she was fascinated by the color, which, though normally grey, were purple this night thanks to my contact lenses. As we sipped our drinks and talked, we talked about being relaxed and feeling kind of sexy. I probed a little and learned that she wasn't into girl-girl stuff. Damn! She was so inviting, too! Instead, I suggested we find a couple of guys to fulfill our NEEDS. She liked that. The only problem was there was only one single guy around. He was pretty good looking, too. I really wanted her, not him, but if that's the way it was to be, I told her to go after him. Since she was afraid her husband would find out, I offered her the use of my place. |