But she did stop, and I straightened, hoping with flaming cheeks that she wouldn't turn and see my embarrassing condition.But she did stop, and I straightened, hoping with flaming cheeks that she wouldn't turn and see my embarrassing condition. I mean, the sucker was sticking straight out over my left pelvic bone... a wrap-around, so to speak. Oh, God! She did stand, with a small sigh, and she did turn. While I slowly died, she moved to me and reached up to draw me into a breathlessly tight hug. "Thanks, Danny," she murmured finally, her head against my chest. "I guess I really needed to spout off." She tilted her head back and peered up into my stupid grin. "You know, you're even nicer than I always suspected." That got a laugh, and then a moan when her arms squeezed around my middle, pressing against me the softest mounds of actual flesh I had ever felt. She peered up at me again, this time for several counts and without a trace of a smile. "You know what would be nice?" she murmured finally. There was something new and unfamiliar in her wide blue eyes, something I was certain I was reading wrong. I didn't trust my voice, so just shook my head. But believe me, I truly did know what would be nice. "A wine cooler on ice, I think," she mused, still resting her breasts heavily against willing old me. "And some more of your excellent massage -- you have remarkable hands, Danny. Big and strong, but nice and gentle. I like that. Do you mind?" Somehow the gagging fear inside me permitted me to answer, "Oh, no. I don't mind at all. I got no plans this afternoon..." What a dweeb! She smiled up at me, and I couldn't catch my breath. She released her arms from the hug, and I took a welcome breath, but couldn't catch her hands before they slid down my ribs to my hips. It was an eminently innocent move, preparatory to parting, but her right hand came to rest briefly on the embarrassingly large and very painful bulge across my pelvis. Her eyes widened momentarily, then Monica smiled again, a sweet friendly smile, in no apparent hurry to remove her hand. She pressed against me again, reaching up for a quick, friendly kiss, and I nearly fell down when she retreated. |