It was more subtle than that.It was more subtle than that. There were no emotional demands, no commitments. I had nothing to prove and she had nothing to protect. Most of our arousal seemed to be in our heads and I was content with that for this evening. Carol in my arms, a willing and adorable woman who demanded nothing from me beyond physical enjoyment, was an absolute joy. Even if we never progressed beyond this, I was happier than I had been in a very long time. When we finally came up for air, both of us red in the face and short of breath, Carol surprised me again. She pushed herself upright from where she had been draped across my body, pulled me to a sitting position, and stood up just long enough to settle herself astride my lap, facing me. She hiked her rumpled skirt up about her hips in the process. Since she had made no move to undo my slacks, I decided this must be the at-home version of a table dance, so I sat back and waited, running the palms of my hands up and down those marvelous bare legs. Her calves were more prettily muscled than most athletic teenagers I've seen, smooth and soft-looking on the surface but with shifting tensions beneath. |