She gave me a don't-give-a-damn grin and quickly unbuttoned her blouse.She gave me a don't-give-a-damn grin and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. My cock came out of hibernation and began to assert itself. Then the blouse was flung on the armchair and she sat back on my knees to await my reaction. Her bra was new-looking and white and lacy. Her breasts were small but full and ripe and the push-up cups seemed ready to overflow. Her collarbone and her stomach were evenly tanned and provided a striking backdrop for all that virginal lace. I sat up so I could put my arms around her waist and buried my nose in her cleavage. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my head even closer. I wanted badly to discover what she was hiding and I put a fingertip on the front closure of her bra and glanced up. She licked her lips and nodded. I unhooked the garment and drew it slowly back off her shoulders, then tossed it on the chair with her blouse. Carol had beautiful tits -- and not just "for someone her age." She'd had one child, after all. But their modest size and her program of regular exercise had kept them high and firm. The didn't jiggle when she changed position, they vibrated. The flesh was only lightly tanned and bathing suit marks were clearly visible. I took in these peripheral details slowly, savoring each one, before I allowed myself to focus on the pink, protruding nipples that seemed to be staring at me. I cupped those luscious breasts in my hands and squeezed just a little. |