He helped, his fingers brushing against her skin as he carefully untucked the blouse and opened it like a set of curtains.
Her breasts were magnificent, full and high, straining against the delicate lace of her bra. The sheer fabric offered only a tantalizing glimpse of the dark areolas, large and sensitive, surrounding nipples that were hard and erect. They pushed against the material, their weight pulling the lace taut, creating a deep, inviting valley between them. The dusky pink of her nipples contrasted starkly with the creamy skin of her breasts, their tips begging to be touched, kissed, and sucked. They were the kind of breasts that filled a man's hand, their weight a comforting pressure, their softness a promise of untold pleasures. They were a focal point, drawing the eye, commanding attention, and igniting a fire in the loins. He was transfixed.
She welcomed his gaze, her breath quickening. "Go ahead," she whispered, "touch them." He reached out, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs gently caressing her nipples. She moaned softly, arching her back. "Suck them," she urged, her eyes half-closed. He leaned in, his lips closing around a nipple, savoring the taste of her skin. She freed her breasts from the bra, letting the breeze wash over them. "My pants are made of the same sheer material," she murmured.
Her skirt was still hitched high, and he reached down, his fingers tracing the smooth fabric between her legs. "What do you think my date will make of these?" she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice. "Well, if he doesn't appreciate them, I certainly do," he replied, his voice husky, "although they appear to be very damp."
"It's extremely hot," she said with a wink. "Take them off then. I need to be fresh for my date." He complied, slowly pulling the delicate fabric down over her pert backside, revealing a bare, shaved pussy. She stepped out of them, her gaze locking with his. "Hold onto them," she instructed. "Wash them for me, and I'll come by your place to pick them up." |
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