During my play with her nipples, Karen had started massaging my dick again.During my play with her nipples, Karen had started massaging my dick again. Though it was still restrained by my swim trunks, I felt it jump as Karen squeezed it lightly, and gasped a bit with the feeling. Karen then broke our kiss and moved back slightly. She got up and went over to the TV. I moved over to the TV as well and pressed my hips forward against her ass as she bent over and took the tape out. As she stood up, tape in hand, I thrust my hips even further forward and reached both hands around to cup her breasts and brush her nipples. Karen twisted around in my arms and nestled her hips against mine. I could feel her breasts, tipped by erect nipples, press against my chest. She kissed me lightly and mentioned that there was a VCR in the bedroom. I was tempted to pick her up by her hips, so that she would lock her legs around me, and carry her into the bedroom. However, appropriate as that seemed, I also knew I probably wasn't quite strong enough. Rather than upset the mood by dropping her halfway there, I tilted my head towards the hallway and followed her into the bedroom. The room was fairly neat, but some clothes thrown on the chair and the rumpled bed showed that someone actually lived there. (I like a "lived in" look, provided it doesn't cross the line to messy) A decent-sized TV screen sat on the dresser, facing the queen-sized bed. Karen popped the tape in the VCR and started it. The sounds of sex came into being around us. Again, I stood behind her, thrusting my hips forward and massaging her breasts. |