As I worked the tip of my tongue in a maddening circle around her belly button, I worked the third button of her blouse loose.As I worked the tip of my tongue in a maddening circle around her belly button, I worked the third button of her blouse loose. Moving my head back, I looked up. The blouse was sufficiently opened to afford me a view of the lower cups of her lacy, delicately embroidered bra. I needed to see more. My fingers found the fourth button. "I should have made you take this off for me, but I like doing it myself." I watched intently as the button snapped open, exposing more of her sexy, white bra. The bra cups were even larger than I had imagined. She was now biting her lower lip, nervously, as she watched my fingers move to the fifth, and final, button. "You didn't need this blouse anyway. At least not for what we're going to be doing," I husked as I finished unbuttoning her blouse. "I feel a little more nervous now," she said softly as I arose from my seat and stood in front of her, holding each half of the parted material. "Not to worry," I said, "you'll enjoy what I have planned for you." With these words, I opened her blouse completely, pushing the garment over her shoulders, letting it glide gently down her arms, then tossed it to the side. She stood before me now, naked save for her pretty bra. "You look good in sexy things," I whispered, my eyes fixed upon the embroidered flowers and lace of the obviously well-filled cups. Slowly, I moved my hands to the outside of her tits, then squeezed them both. As she took a long, deep breath, savoring the feel of my gently kneading hands, I moved my thumbs over the center of each cup and pressed in against the now turgid nipples beneath. Laurie's body seemed to spasm to my touch. "My nipples are extremely sensitive," she said, her voice cracking in desire. "I can tell," I whispered, running my thumbs over the nipples for a moment longer. "Now let's see what they look like." Leaning into her, I embraced the near naked girl. Our breasts met, pressing against each other. Reaching around behind her, I grasped the center of the strap with fumbling fingers. I must admit that even I was slightly nervous now, anticipating her total, beautiful nakedness. Finally, the strap unhooked, but I continued to press my chest into her, holding the front of the bra in place even as the shoulder straps slid down her arms and she dutifully eased her arms free of them. |