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I was working away for a couple of weeks and as usual I altered my online dating location to where I was staying. This often led to a few dates and cast the net more widely than my local area. I quickly got a few responses to my changed ad, and after a few days of flirting and chat online, she agreed to meet that Friday.
Kate was single, mid 30's, a rock chick at heart, but her glasses, blonde hair, blue eyes, and girl next door dress sense suggested otherwise. We had met at a local town, and enjoyed a lovely meal together chatting the night away. She had been on her nursing shift from early that day and was clearly tired that night. We parted with only a quick kiss in the damp and dark car park, much to my disappointment.
The next morning I awoke at my hotel to a flirty text, and quite quickly ended up chatting on the phone. She was keen to meet for a late breakfast, and so we agreed on a café a few miles away. Like the night before we chatted away, and I could tell she was enjoying the attention, flicking her hair, and touching her face lots. Out the blue she invited me back to her new cottage to 'be more comfortable' - but on the promise I could get her new wood burner going, as she had so far struggled to get it working well.
Her house was a typical highland cottage -- attached to the neighbours, but in the middle of countryside, low and long with small windows and thick walls. She went to get the kettle on, having shown me where the wood was to get the fire going. She took off her coat and jumper, revealing her ample chest in a red Minnie Mouse t-shirt. Sure enough, the wood was unseasoned and refused to get started, even with a fire-lighter.
Her house had all sorts of hand made things in -- particularly sewn things like bags, cushion covers and lampshades. The homemade lampshade was glittering, and I joked about loving bling and glitter. She put down her coffee cup, and used her hands to cup her breasts, highlighting the Minnie Mouse that glittered on her t-shirt. "I do too!" she exclaimed "do you like this"? She was holding herself, clearly inviting a response. "I like the look of that..." I replied "...but perhaps it would be nicer if I did the holding?"
She blushed "Oh really?" was her smiley response. I already had my hand on her knee, so I slid my hand up her jean-clad thigh, leaned in and kissed her gently. The first small kiss was responded too by her tensing slightly, I kissed around her cheek and onto her neck -- all the time sliding my hand up her leg, over her hip and up her t-shirt. She took an intake of breath and reached round me with her arms, pulling me in. My hand found her breast, covered in t-shirt and underwear, but soft and pliable to the touch. I rubbed gently with my thumb, and she turned her face to kiss me back.
By now our tongues were darting into each other's mouths, and as I pressed her breast more, she pulled me hard into her kiss. After a few moments of this, she pulled back, looked me in the eye and said "It's cold in here, lets go to my room". With that I was led by the hand down the short corridor to the only bedroom in the house.
We stood at the end of the bed, curtains open to view of hills and forest on a damp Scottish winter day. I place my hands on her hips, guided her close to me, and kissed again. She gently pressed her crotch against mine, and must have been able to feel my growing hardness. Her hands were around my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss. I was bumping into her glasses as we kissed, and so she stopped and removed them, placing them on the dressing table by her side. This time, my hands on her hips slid up her curvy sides, under that t-shirt, and onto a padded bra that was lace patterned on the outside. She gasped, but continued to pull me into her face, her tongue working wonders around my lips and own tongue. A pause, she pulled back from me, reached down and pulled off her t-shirt, revealing a bright read bra with lovely white lace trim and a bust that must have been a DD or more.
I smiled, saying "I like that..."
The retort was quick - "You're over dressed, come on!"
With a grin on her face she began unbuckling her belt, clearly inviting me to join her. I immediately lifted my t-shirt and cast it aside, as I undid my buckle, I could see her remove her jeans to reveal matching red knickers. I dropped my trousers, and was glad to see her match my sock removal.
Quickly we joined again, still stood up for a deep kiss and allowed hands to wander. It was clear from the protrusion front of my trunks that I was turned on and ready, and she immediately reached down and grasped my length.
"Oh, you're quick" she said, giving me a squeeze "I usually am too...."
The look on her face was a cheeky but knowing smile.
"Come on, lets get under the warm covers."
She sat and moved backwards on the bed, moved the duvet down and slid in, holding a side open for me to join her. As we lay down our arms reached out, drawing ourselves together, legs intertwined and facing each other.
My hands found one of her ample breasts again as we lay on our sides. Her leg slid up, and over my hip as she drew me close. I kissed down her neck again, across her shoulder and lower. I slid a bra strap off her shoulder and tried to peel the cup down to kiss even lower. Kate responded by sitting up, reaching around, and removing her bra. Her breasts fell loose, crowned with small, pink nipples and areola.
We continued to kiss, one of my hands gently feeling her breast all over. Now able to access properly, my lips worked lower to her nipples. She groaned, rolling onto her back but holding my head in place. Her breasts were magnificent, and her nipples warm and firm to kiss. The groans and her hand holding my head suggested she enjoyed my ministrations.
