"I get to choose?"
"Yes."
"Anything?"
"Yes."
Anything. She'd actually agreed to anything.
"So if I said I wanted a titty-fuck you'd be good with that?"
"You know how I feel about that word, but...."
Unwrapping her legs from their tucked position she stood. Slowly one by one she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it unceremoniously from her tight jeans and let it fall to the floor. Quickly her hands went behind her back, unsnapped, and dropped that garment too.
I guess I had my answer.
"Well! This will take some consideration," I laughed. Hands on hips, she smiled back.
"Can I fuck you?" The question of a simpleton but immediately answered as she began to unzip her jeans.
"No.No. Stop. I was just asking." Her cocked head and pouty smile told me she understood. Probably better then I understood it myself. So what? Understanding wasn't needed now. Acceptance was . Cool. In the time these thoughts whizzed around my brain she had zipped up. And so it goes.
An ice cube shifted in the glass she had set before me causing me to remember my thirst and an old idea I once had. Cold and satisfying I emptied the tumbler.
I bent to pick up her bra and raised it to my face. The black nylon smelled of her and quickly made me hard. I closed my eyes and breathed deep. I could almost hear her nipples harden as I took my sweet time with the garment before stuffing it into my back pocket.
"For later." The words drifted off.
I handed her the blouse, a thin wisp of a thing and asked her to put it back on. Just as she began to button it I removed her hands from the task and completed it myself. One button at a time, deliberately, feeling the warmth of her skin on the backs of my hands as completed the task. I took liberties when I reached her bosom, pulling the fabric taught. My unabashed respect for her nipples must have been written large on my face.
Finished, I let her tuck the blouse back into her jeans. I laughed when she arched her back slightly, forcing her erections tight against the nylon. Bending I kissed one (a quick flick of the tongue too), leaving a barely discernable wet ring
"God I love your tits!"
"I know." She said this without conceit. She knew I did.
"And your ass."
"I know."
"And your legs."
"Stop it. You're going to embarrass me."
"I don't think so."
My eyes went to the crease of a delta between her legs and lingered there.
"And you know what else I love about your body?" two... three... her eyebrows arched as if they knew my answer.
"Your mouth!" That surprised her for a moment.
"Really? Why?"
"Because I know what you can do with it."
Her tongue made it sparkle. Nice.
I started to pace, possibly from anticipation but most likely from pent up excitement. Moving was good. At least my movement was good. I wanted her to stand still for a few minutes while I collected my thoughts. Ring-around-the-Roxxxie. Hands still on hips she obliged me.
"Yes. I sure do love that ass." I told her as I surveyed the wonderfully packed vision before me.
"May I?"
"Of course. Anything."
Every time she said that word my cock jumped. Pavlovian.
Standing behind I rubbed the tight denim, cupped her ass, feeling it tense, then I slid my fingers through some belt loops and pulled her back against my bulge. She pushed back.
Reaching around I found the zipper of her jeans and pulled, like pealing a grape whose skin was to tight for the fruit within. Inching my fingers across the thin fabric that covered her snatch I traced the outline of her lips. Wet. She'd become wet at my playing. Almost unintentionally (almost) one finger pulled the garment aside. Her legs spread to let me. The finger went up inside of her. She had to catch her breath with the suddenness of the entry.
"Do you like that?" But I already knew the answer.
"Yes. I do like that!" her eyes closed as she told me.
My fuck-finger worked its magic. I've always liked to finger a woman, to feel her wiggle in response to my coaxing. To feel the slippery wetness a woman produces when excited. The finger became like a cock that could move in ways that no real cock could. Women seemed to enjoy it. Roxxxane certainly did. She felt good. Very good.
"Think I can get you off with just one finger?"
" I'll take three," she hissed.
Her wish became my command.
She could. She wasn't shy. She let me masturbate her. Truth be known I almost creamed my pants when I felt her cumming!