It had been a while since my last girlfriend. It is this reason that I jumped at the chance to date a friend of one of my buddy's girlfriends. She was a lot younger than me and hotter than hell. It was summer, hot outside, and we went to the lake so I could teach her to fish.
As I stood behind her, I put my arms around her to help hold the fishing pole. I could smell her hair and perfume.
The way she dressed let me know that she was no stranger to flirting with men. She had on a silk tank that was at least a size too small, and a skirt.
As I helped her with her casting, she would shift her weight from one leg to the other. While she did this, she continually rubbed her ass against the front of my pants. This was getting me rock hard, though I didn't want her to know that.
We finished our fishing and grabbed a bite. I learned that she had already had quite a few boyfriends in her meager 22 years. When we finished, we went back to her apartment.
She invited me in, which I gleefully accepted.
We sat and talked on the sofa, sipping 7 ups and wine coolers.
She went into the kitchen to refill the glasses with ice, and I could stand it no longer.
I walked into the kitchen and she looked at me and asked "What's wrong?". I assured her that nothing was wrong, and perhaps she saw the look in my eyes, and she walked to me.
We kissed long and passionately. My hands were travelling up and down her back and I could feel her hands in my back pockets.
I was so hard at this point. It doesn't take much when a guy's been "without" for a few years!
She slowly walked back toward the sink and I followed like a little lost puppy.
I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and began to kiss her neck. I boldly raised a hand up to her breast. She had no bra on and the silk of her tank top allowed my fingers to slide over her nipple bump easily. I raised the other hand to her other breast, and kneaded both of them gently, using my thumbs to trap her nipples in light pinches.
