My hands made two delightful discoveries on their journey.My hands made two delightful discoveries on their journey. The first was that there was no bra under the shirt. The second was that my friend the garter-belt was alive and well under the tight jeans, straining to caress my hand through the tight material. I made no attempt to hide my pleasure with both of these discoveries, sliding the shirt from her waistband and running my hand over the her bare back, and tracing the lines of the garter-belt along her thigh and across the back of her jeans. Kerri broke our kiss and sat up, supporting herself with her hands on my chest and looking deeply into my eyes. I moved my hands to her arms and let them rest there, smiling at her with sincere warmth and appreciation. Her chest was rising and falling as she caught her breath, a result of her heated attack and of the excitement that we were both feeling. "You know what I want, don't you?", she asked, still looking deeply into my eyes. "Yes, Kerri. |