As Mike began to unbutton her shirt, she murmured in protest, but did nothing further to stop him.As Mike began to unbutton her shirt, she murmured in protest, but did nothing further to stop him. Slipping his hand into her shirt he gripped the nipples more firmly and began to pinch and tweak them. "Oh Mike, please. That feels so wonderful." she sighed. As he continued this manipulation, Juliann became more and more excited. She didn't notice that his other hand was resting between her legs until it began a slow and urgent kneading of her crotch. The feelings that this caused in her were very much like what she felt when she crossed her legs and squeezed - but they were much more intense. Matching the movement of her hips to the rhythm that he had started caused her to to experience a flash of climax. Gasping as she lay against him, she was only partially aware that he was removing her shirt and had reached around her back to unfasten her bra. With a start, she sat up and pulled away from him. "No Mike, we mustn't. Please don't take my clothes off. I'm not ready for that and I'm scared. Please try to understand." Delivered in a slightly breathless gasp, Juliann was less than fully convincing. Mike had managed to remove her shirt from all but one arm, and her bra was laying loose - exposing her breasts com- pletely. One look at the look of yearning and hurt in Mike's eyes, and she realized that she was being silly. |