The little clasp between the cups of her brassiere had a little golden bumble bee on it.The little clasp between the cups of her brassiere had a little golden bumble bee on it. She had shrugged the shirt from her shoulders, it was down around her elbows, making her seem uncovered as if by accident or force. Her shoulders were back, as if presenting that little bumble bee for me to catch. I did so. Her brassiere opened with a slight pop and the cups moved apart, her breasts holding it in place. Her cleavage, which had gone halfway up to her neck, shortened a little as her breasts moved apart slightly, revealing the silky skin sprinkled with the softest down in the world. I ran the side of my hand between her breasts along the bone there, just feeling it. She seemed to like that. I could see her nipples harden under the thin black lace still covering them. I took both of the cups of her bra and pulled them away from her breasts, then slid the straps down from her shoulders. It fell down her smooth arms to her elbows, joining her shirt; she straightened out her arm and gave a kind of a little shake, and both fell down onto the seat behind her. When she shook her tits quivered just a little. They were not as big as I had thought, the bra had pushed them up and together, but hanging free on her chest they were beautiful, full u-shaped ones, showing white triangles of creamy white where her bikini had covered up her large nipples, which were a pinkish tan. She ran her hands under her breasts, lifting them up, almost pointing them at me. The pounding in my pants was incredible. I shifted uncomfortably. "You like?" She whispered, still holding her tits for my inspection. I didn't say anything, but leaned forward and planted a kiss on her right nipple, taking it briefly in my mouth, sucking it between my teeth. I heard her rings click together as she ran her hands through my hair. |