Joe E Hartley
September 2017
Rose and I hadn't talked since I squeezed her boobs the other day. I'm both nervous and excited to see her again. She might think I was too forward and she might tone down or even refuse to hug me anymore. Her hugs have become like a drug to me and one that I am addicted. That's why I wanted more and maybe went too far.
On the other hand she did say I could do it again when I ask if I had gone too far.
On the way over to her house for what had been our normal get together, my mind went through various ways I could approach her. Should I pretend nothing happened and just go back to the way things were before? Should I grab her boobs and kiss her hard while pressing my groin against her? How about somewhere between those two extremes? But where? How forward should I be? How reserved? If I'm too reserved and she is looking forward to a repeat of what we did before, I'll be insulting her. If I'm too forward and she wanted to take a step back then I'm forcing her.
Walking up to her door, I still hadn't decided and I was getting more nervous. I had run out of time when the door opened prior to my knocking and Rose rushed out engulfing me into a hug that was close and intimate.
"I'm so glad you're here. I was beginning to think you weren't coming over today." She rubbed her breasts over my chest giving me no doubt that she wanted more of what happened the other day. She kissed me and moved her hands to my shoulders, but kept her breast firmly planted against my chest. I moved my hand up and under her armpits making my move towards her breasts. Her blouse seemed much thinner today than what she normally wore and as I gained access to her breasts the thinness became much more apparent. We were still standing on the stoop just outside of her door with my hands teasing her nipples and her lips pressed onto mine. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and licked the tip of mine before moving back. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her house.
For the first time I saw what she was wearing. Her blouse although not completely shear, left very little to the imagination. Her hardened nipples stood prominently at the peak of her fleshy mounds. I felt my pants getting tighter as I stared at her beautiful breasts. She wore a short skirt. It wasn't as short as some of the younger girls wore, but it was short enough to invite roving hands to explore.
She stood there silently knowing that I was staring at her. "Do you like?" she asked. "I did say I would wear something with a bit more access next time we got together. How is this?" She then spun around allowing her already short skirt to flare.
I stammered a bit but finally got out. "I like it a lot, I never expected to see you like this."
Rose laughed, then asked if I wanted to chat, play a game, or ...". She smirked a naughty little smile and shifted out her hip in a very provocative way.
My pants were already tight enough to burst and I said, "If we don't calm this down a little, I won't last another ten minutes."
The smile on Rose's face grew and she stared at my groin, "Well, we can't have that." She excused herself to the kitchen to get us a couple of drinks and muffins.
We sat at the table and started a bit of small talk about our respective gardens, then shifted to what we have been reading. Somehow the topic of erotic stories came up. We had never talked about what type of adult material we liked to read. The topics quickly shifted to our favorite parts of the stories and what scenes we liked and why.