When she came back she had changed out of her school uniform (always worn at choir concerts) and was wearing a tight pair of jeans, a thin blouse through which i could see the lacy outline of her well filled bra and in her hands were two steaming cups of coffee.When she came back she had changed out of her school uniform (always worn at choir concerts) and was wearing a tight pair of jeans, a thin blouse through which i could see the lacy outline of her well filled bra and in her hands were two steaming cups of coffee. She sat down on the settee and we chatted and drank our coffees. All the time I could feel her getting closer until she was snuggling right up to me. I turned to say something to her and was immediately silenced by the look in her eyes. I felt irresistibly drawn to her lips and before I knew it she was in my arms and we were busy snogging away. I couldn't believe my luck - and I wondered how long it would last. She really knew how to kiss with those luscious lips of hers. Suddenly I felt her tongue bursting through her lips and I had the pleasure of my first French kiss. While I was busy lapping up the pleasures of her mouth and tongue she had been busy with my tie and shirt and now had her hands all over the place. I counter attacked by easing open her blouse and fumbling with her bra. It was at about this moment that we slid off the settee and landed with a gentle bump onto the carpet. I landed partially on top of her and then rolled off so that we were lying side by side. It was so comical that we both stopped and burst out laughing. The laughing didn't last long. The sight of her firm breasts sticking out through her partially open blouse made me come to my senses. I undid the rest of her blouse and then I put my hand on her stomach and started lightly caressing her. All the time while my hand moved up towards her tits she looked straight at me and then she suddenly moved. I thought that was it - blown my chances - but she was releasing her bra. I started kissing her again while my hand slowly moved up and cupped one of her breasts. They felt soft, warm and firm and as I moved my hand I could feel her nipple grow. I couldn't resist pulling my mouth away from her lips and fastening it on her slowly rising nipple. |