My name's Mark and this story happened 15 years or so ago. I was coming up to the end of my third year at University and, whilst we still had one exam to go, it was pretty much given that we were all going to pass it. As the exam was almost a week away we decided to treat ourselves to a few hours out of the library and in the beer garden instead. There were six or seven of us, and most of had been kicking about for the previous three years, so it was a very relaxed crowd. After three or four beers someone suggested that we might as well make a night of it, or at least have a few more drinks. There wasn't any objection, but the consensus was that we'd go and get changed, grab a bite to eat then meet back in the pub in an hour or two.
Having finished off our drinks, I ended up walking down the street with one of the girls that I had known since our first week at University. Shelley was the same age as me (20), a slim build with shoulder length brown hair. She wasn't particularly tall, maybe 5'5, but she had killer legs. And, for her petit frame, she also had particularly impressive tits -- I guessed somewhere around about a 32D (and I'm usually pretty accurate with my guesses!). I'm 6'1, athletic and fairly attractive, and over the years we'd fooled about a few times, but never anything too serious. There were always other people on the scene and I think part of us didn't want to ruin what had, over the years, turned in to a good friendship.
Anyway, as we walked down the road Shelley asked what I was doing now. "Not much -- can't really be bothered heading all the way back to my flat just to turn around, and I don't really need to get changed." I said. My flat was a bit of a hike away compared to everyone else, so I was planning on grabbing a burger and meeting everyone else back in the pub.
"Well, why don't we just get a quick take away pizza and a bottle of wine, and take it back to my flat?" said Shelley, "I'll get changed then we can head back to meet everyone in an hour or so?"
I couldn't think of any reason why not to, and pizza and wine was always a decent argument. "Sounds like a plan -- you get the pizza, I'll get some wine. White OK?" I asked.
"Perfect, we get them on the way."
20 minutes later we were sitting on the couch in her room, scoffing down the last of the pizza and on to our second glass of wine. There was some late afternoon show on the TV that we had on in the background, but we weren't really paying much attention to be honest, just chatting away. Shelley finished off her wine and jumped up: "Right, better get changed and we can get out of here" she said.
Shelley was wearing a baggy t-shirt and a pair of tight worn jeans which, to be fair, made her ass look pretty good (if I'm honest, I hadn't really noticed it before). She looked fine to me, but I guess girls like to make a bit more of an effort! Being the gentlemen I offered to leave the room, but she said that I had seen as much in a bikini before, and told me just to finish my wine. I wasn't going to argue! She pulled out a couple of tops and surveyed the choices, before asking me for my preference. All of them looked pretty hot, but one had a particularly plunging neckline so I opted for that one!
"Cool" she said. At which point she whipped off her baggy t-shirt to reveal a very sheer, black Calvin Klein bra. It really left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were an inch across, and were semi hard. She turned to check her make up and hair in the mirror, and by this time I was mesmerised -- her tits just hanging down in next to nothing, her nipples almost on full show.
"Jesus, Shelley, nice bra" I said.
"Oi, no peaking!" she replied.
"Well, come on, what you expect. Have to say, your tits look incredible in that bra. Definitely get me going!" I laughed. It was really meant as a throw away comment, but then all of a sudden she turned round and walked over to me, standing in front of me in nothing but her jeans and sheer bra -- I'd never really appreciated what an amazing body she had, it was quite a sight!
"Get you going... and what do you mean by that?" she asked.
"Well, check my heart rate" I giggled, at which point I took her hand and pulled it down to my chest, where my heart really was pounding a few extra beats! In doing this, she leaned down giving me a view of the best cleavage I had ever seen. Absolutely perfect!
"Wow, you really are going," she said, at which point she start to move her hand down my chest towards my trousers. "Anything else getting going?" she asked, as she grabbed a full handful. Obviously by now, everything else was getting going, and then some!
"Hmm, somebody's a little horny, aren't they?! Now, what can we do about that?"
Shelley lifted her leg up and started to straddle me, her tits right in front of my face. I couldn't believe it; I hadn't expected any of this at all. She lifted her hands up to my head and started to kiss me, with a very soft and sensual touch.
It took me a few seconds to respond, but soon my hands came up to her waist and on to her tight ass, and I pulled her in to me. My hand traced up her back and I moved it slowly around her body to feel her right breast. I played away with her nipple, which seemed to get even harder, pushing ever more through her sheer bra. My hand came back down to her ass. "I think you should change these jeans as well".
