The story below takes place after my previous story First Touch, but you probably don't need to read it to enjoy this one.
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"Do you mind?" she asked him, not really waiting for a response. He smiled and moved over on the loveseat to make room for her. It had only been a couple of weeks of them dating so far, but things had been going very well - she felt comfortable with him in a way she hadn't with previous dates. There was just something about him that relaxed her.
"Not at all, angel," he said, and deftly slid his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close beside him, turning his head briefly to give her a peck on the side of her head, which he held for a moment before releasing her.
He had just put on an album for them to listen to, and they were back at his place after another busy day out and about - she loved how they enjoyed the same sorts of outings and traipsing around their town, going to weird old museums, and so on. The music floated out of the speakers and filled the room, and she felt like she was in a warm bath - the lovely day, the soft music, the glass of red wine he had poured each of them when they arrived, and him - above all, him - made her feel delightfully restful and relaxed.
They sat quietly for a minute, enjoying the closeness; then they chatted about the museum they had gone to earlier that day for a bit. She glanced up at his face when the conversation quieted.
He was looking down at her with the warmest and kindest look she could have imagined, and it made her feel a little funny inside, like something was tipped over, but in a good way. She smiled up at him.
"What's got your attention, old man?" she teased him. It was her favourite nickname for him.
"Just the prettiest girl I know, that's all," he grinned. He sure had a way of slipping in lines like that and getting her attention. She blushed, just a little, even though the line was a little goofy. She still liked it, because it was from him.
"And don't you forget it, mister." She got shy for a moment, despite her tough words, and leaned in close to him. She was a little embarrassed by how high-pitched her voice got in that moment, and buried her face on his chest, running her hands over his arm and rubbing the hair on his forearms absentmindedly; his shirt sleeves were rolled up, something she always enjoyed on him.
"How could I forget that?" he whispered to her, as he ran his hand up and down her back. She felt herself relax into him. They were quiet for a while, enjoying the moment, and his hand kept up it's magic on her spine.
"Hey," she said softly into his chest after a minute or two, "do you remember the other day?"
His hand stopped, briefly, then drifted up to her neck and started stroking the back of her neck. She shivered. "Which time do you mean?" he asked.
"The time when you rubbed my..." She hesitated, then continued. ".. my back. Remember?"
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Of course I remember. How could I not? It was too much fun to forget."
"Good! Considering what I let you do, you better remember!"
"What you let me do? I'm pretty sure you asked me to do that, sweetness."
She grumbled a bit, but had to acknowledge he was right. She had asked him to touch her breasts, and while he was a gentleman and stopped things when she started to get a little overwhelmed, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since. It definitely had had a regular presence in her late-night fantasizing ever since.
"Yes, well..." she paused, and swallowed. "...um, I guess I just wanted to say I really liked it, you know." She clutched at his shirt a bit, her eyes wide, staring down at his legs (and the bulge in his black jeans).
He paused for a moment. "Is that all, little one?" he gently prodded.
She swallowed again, harder this time.
"Well... no. There's something I want to ask you, but I'm too shy to get it out." She got annoyed, again, at how her voice trailed off a bit as she spoke.
"Hmmm.. maybe I can think of a way to help, then. Let's get you more comfortable." He patted his lap. "Why don't you hop up here, and snuggle a little closer? You always like doing that."
She nodded, and swung her legs up over his; he reached down with his hand and lifted her bottom up onto his lap, leaving it there, wrapped around her. She wiggled her bum into his arm, appreciatively.
He set his wine glass down with his other hand, and rested it on her thighs; not moving it, just leaving it there. He kissed her on the side of her head and nuzzled a bit at her neck, whispering something she couldn't quite catch.
His hand resting on her thigh was driving her a little wild, and she squirmed a bit in his lap. She felt his bulge stiffen underneath her. It felt nice.
"Umm," she started, and then stopped, unsure of how to ask for what she wanted.
"At your own pace, angel. I could sit with you like this all day long, if you'll let me," he reassured her.
"Maybe... you could do what you did last time? And maybe a little more, too," she whispered.
"OK... I'll go as far as we did last time, and then you can let me know how much further you want me to go, or not go. Does that sound ok?" he asked. She nodded.
His hand that was on her thigh slowly slid up, and started rubbing her softly on the tummy, over her white peasant blouse. She let out a deep sigh, and wriggled again.
He leaned forward. "You know it drives me a little wild when you do that, right," he whispered in her ear.
"What, my little ol' bottom?" she said, in the most innocent voice she could muster. A small growl bubbled up from his throat, and the hand on her rump squeezed her a little closer.
"Yes, princess. That little ol' bottom. Good thing I know to be very careful with you," he replied. She snuggled a little tighter into him.
His hand slowly started roaming over her chest, brushing against her nipples, but only very softly. Her breathing quickened. He cupped her right breast through her shirt, gently at first, and then slowly increasing pressure - not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to show his arousal. His thumb reached up and flicked across her nipple, making her jump a bit.
"Shhhhh, angel. Everything will be fine..." he whispered in her ear. Something about the tone, message, and humming of his voice made her shiver and her pussy moisten a little more.
His hand released her breast, moved over and very gently tugged at her other, very erect nipple, and then dipped down to her belly again, sliding back and forth and working her shirt up and his hand underneath. It slowly slid, back and forth, across her stomach and up, under her breasts.
"How's that feel, love?" he asked, as his hand continued its steady brushing underneath her bare breasts.
She grunted, softly. "Umm... pretty good. Don't stop, please," she replied.
His right hand on her bottom started squeezing her there, rhythmically, as his left drifted up, and danced between her breasts, stroking the sides, the tops, the bottoms, and ever-so-gently tweaking and brushing her nipples.
Her thighs were squirming up and down, rubbing up against each other; her breathing had gone from merely being quickened to something resembling soft panting.
"Is that too much? Should we stop here again, princess?"
"Mmmm, no! Please, no. I want a little more... I'm ready, I promise," she said, somewhat surprised at the firmness in her voice.
He chuckled. "Alright, sweetness. What would you like me to do for you, then?"
She paused; she hadn't quite thought this far ahead, she just knew she wanted more. She opened her mouth, but the hand fondling her soft breasts was making it incredibly hard to focus.
Instead of talking, she reached up, and took his forearm in her hand, pulling it out from under her shirt; something about the way his forearm felt under hands was almost as erotic as the way he touched her. She took his hand, and slowly spreading her thighs, lowered it to her crotch.
"Here," she said simply. "Touch me here."
He paused, perhaps a little surprised by her relative forwardness, but then slowly started rubbing her pussy through her snug jean shorts. She noticed he had been holding his breath, and now he let it out slowly, and a little ragged. She liked that she was having an effect on him.
He squeezed her pussy, not hard, but enough that she felt it; luckily her jean shorts were relatively thin, and she could feel his pressure and also her own juices building up. He did that, slowly, repeatedly, for a bit; she didn't even notice at first, but his hand on her bottom continued it's repeated manipulation of her bum. The sensation of being squeezed on both sides by him was surprisingly effective.
"Umm..." she started to speak, but couldn't get the words out. "Umm, could you... you know..."
"Do you want me to go underneath?" he asked her. His voice was low, and deep; the need in it was raw and near the surface. "You want me to touch you... over your panties?"
She squirmed even harder; he hadn't let up his fondling while talking, and her hips kept rising up slightly to push against his strong hand.
"No, I... I want you to touch me bare... on my pussy," she squeaked out.
