We sat on the couch, just necking, kissing, enjoying each other.
She was soft and round in my arms and I loved the sensation. When I kissed her, her skin was soft and smooth under my hands and her lips were firm and moist under mine. Her hair was thick and I loved the way it felt as I ran my fingers through it. It was coarse and curly and sprang back into position as soon as my fingers were out.
Her hands were exploring too, and she was very good with them. She explored my face like a blind woman and my body the same way. Her palms caressed my chest. When she pinched my nipples I yelped and we both giggled.
The sheer blue thing, the veil as I thought of it, turned out to be a pain in the butt to get off. Well, that's not true. It was really, when you got down to it, nothing but an oversized scarf, almost a serape. The thing is, the material was so damn sheer and filmy that I was afraid I'd tear it. I was so busy being careful it took a while to get it off of her.
But damn it was worth it.
She was one of those women whose breasts start at her collarbones in one smooth swell. They were warm and firm and heavy enough that they sagged under their own weight. Her nipples were very pale. The only way I could tell them was the texture of her areolas and nipples. Her areolas were large and when they tightened they showed distinct love bumps. Her nipples were hard buttons, that darkened slightly as they got hard, the blood filling them. Years later, when I was looking at some porn - yes, I do that sort of thing - I ran across a big woman model named Anorei Collins. Google her and you'll see Carla's boobs. She wasn't as big as Anorei Collins, but those are definitely her boobs.
Anyway, I got them free, and damn if she didn't enjoy having me play with them almost as much as I did. She caught her breath when I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I was timid at first. I mean, I had done some of this, making out and all, with girlfriends, but this was going to be, you know, "IT," and I was so nervous my fingers were trembling.
I lifted one, and it was big enough it took two hands, and kissed it. I kissed it several times. And I enjoyed the way her breath caught.
It was her scent that made me certain, beyond any shadow of a doubt as they say, that this was
the one
. That wonderful womanscent that a million generations of evolution have developed to be certain a man will feel the desire, no, the NEED, to use that cock that is now so damn hard to put a baby in the woman who is signaling her readiness, and keep the race moving forward. I was inhaling deeply, taking her in like good pot.
She still had those blue panties on, of course, and when I reached down and traced the waistband she slapped my hand.
"Nuh-uh," she said, giggling, "not until tomorrow."
She used her hand to guide mine, past the waistband and across the smooth nylon and down. I touched between her legs, where the material was darkening with the wetness of her arousal. My finger was wet and sticky where I touched, and she squirmed a little when I pressed.
Her breath was warm and she was breathing hard when she reached down and touched me. I was still wearing tidy whities in those days. She pressed, softly, used her fingertips to play with my balls, and when she pressed again, I came.
I'm not sure which of us was more surprised.
She giggled and said, "oh my, that was unexpected."
My breath had caught and I was a bit dry-mouthed.
She kissed me again. A good kiss. God, a terrific kiss.
We necked like that, sitting on her couch, just enjoying each other. We'd stop and take a drink from the beer we were sharing, or a hit from the pot pipe, and then just, well, back at each other.
I think we were both sort of wallowing in it. We didn't say much beyond, you know, "that's nice," or "do that again ((chuckles))," or "oh JESUS!"
Eventually, we went to bed, me still in the tidy whities, by then pretty juicy, and her in those blue panties, hers thick and sticky with her desire.
And eventually, we slept. Well, I slept. She says she slept but I'm not sure. She sure seemed to be wide awake when my eyes opened.
Her arm was bent and her chin was supported in her palm as she looked down at me.
