" He kissed her again, his fingers curling and squeezing her breast, the globe compressed by his hand, but the nipple definite as it pressed into his palm." He kissed her again, his fingers curling and squeezing her breast, the globe compressed by his hand, but the nipple definite as it pressed into his palm. She became more aggressive, turning her body and sliding a leg over his lap and between his knees and then pressing her crotch down against his thigh. He let go of her breast long enough to get his hand inside her blouse. She wore a flimsy bra, and it was easy enough to get his hand inside it and on her bare flesh. He squeezed and stroked her breast, his fingertips sliding over the smooth skin and over the point of the erected nipple. With a sound of amusement, she pulled back. "I think the reasonable thing at this point is to get our clothes off." In a moment he was on his feet, pulling at his clothes, undressing swiftly. Mildred rose, a languid smile on her face as she began unbuttoning her blouse. Before she had three buttons undone, Kevin had himself stripped naked, his penis rearing up swollen, the knob red. She dropped her eyes to it, smiled again and then looked at his face. "You don't give a woman much choice." Her fingers moved more quickly, and before long she had the blouse off and then the brassiere. She seemed to understand his fascination with her breasts, for she said nothing and just stood there while he looked at her. He gazed at them, his eyes feasting on the curves, the two globes drooping with their weight but still appearing firm and tantalizing. The skin of her breasts was milky white and the nipples were slightly out of round. |