What if she was angry that I had taken it upon myself to strip her naked? Not wanting her to abruptly leave without having her tell me more about Sophia as a child, I didn't want to upset her. Only, I was so very sexually excited seeing her lying there with her panties fully exposed to my horny eyes. While comparing her naked body to her sister's naked body, I so wanted to see Regina naked.
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Her parents already thought me enough of a pervert by sleeping with one daughter who was half my age, what would they think of me if Regina told them that I had stripped her naked? Yet, with a drunken, beautiful woman helplessly sleeping in my house, my horniness overruled my resistance to my sexual temptation and, selfishly, I decided that I didn't care about her feelings, about what her parents thought, and about the ramifications. I decided to risk it all by stripping Regina naked.
Once I made the decision to remove her clothes, I was sexually excited. An opportunity of a lifetime, I may never have this chance to see her without her clothes again. Whether my justification for stripping her naked was imagined or real, if only to help me with closure for her sister, I needed to see Regina naked. Since she looked so much like her sister, I needed to see my Sophia naked, again, by seeing her sister naked.
Without turning on the light, with the moonlight giving me plenty of light to see all that I needed to see, I sat beside her on the bed while watching her sleep. I stroked her beautiful, lush hair, while waiting to see if the touch of my hand to her hair would awaken her. I so wanted to kiss her red, full lips.
Since she looked so very much younger than 23-years-old, she reminded me of a sleeping child. Since I was so much older than her, more than twice her age, and she was so much younger, more than half my age, I suddenly felt like a pedophile by having the thoughts of undressing her. Yet, she wasn't a child. She was a woman, a beautiful, sexual woman.
As if giving my sleeping beauty the opportunity to awaken and to stop me from stripping her naked, unable to help myself, I leaned down and softly kissed her lips. It was a loving kiss and she surprised me when she opened her mouth, surrendered her tongue, and returned my kiss with a French kiss. I checked to see if she was still sleeping and, with her eyes closed, she was sound asleep.
Figuring that her kiss was an involuntary reflex, I couldn't believe I had French kissed Sophia's 23-year-old, sleeping sister. I couldn't believe she had returned my French kiss with her sleeping French kiss. Now, I wondered what she would have done had I put my erect prick by her mouth instead of my lips. Would she have taken me in her mouth and sucked me in her sleep while dreaming of blowing someone else?
With only a two-year difference between the age of the sisters, I looked down at her face instead of her body. Barely looking 18-years-old, she looked so very young, so much younger than Sophia. Definitely, if I was a bartender, I'd card her before serving her a drink.
When she was born, I was 27-years-old. When she graduated high school at 18-years-old, I was 45-years-old. When she graduated college last year, I was 49-years-old. With plenty of lonely and horny woman around my age, what's wrong with me to sexually lust over someone so young? With her young enough to be my daughter, I'm old enough to be her father. Yet, I didn't care. Spurring memories of what I used to be like at her age, her young age made it that much more romantically appealing and sexually exciting.
With that one Sleeping Beauty kiss, she gave me an erection. I figured someone this beautiful must have been kissed thousands of times by hundreds of admirers. I wondered if she had a boyfriend, a steady man, a fuck buddy, or a friend with benefits in her life. Who knows? Maybe she's a virgin. Maybe she prefers women to men. I have no idea. We never got to broach those subjects before the wine took control of her brain and had its sleepy effects on her body.
Yet, even though I so wanted to undress her, while watching her peacefully sleep, I felt as if I was watching one of my daughters' sleeping. Suddenly feeling so much like the dirty, old man that I am, as if she was an innocent virgin, I was reluctant to despoil the image of her peacefully lying there. Then, I realized, while looking for justification to strip her naked, much wilder and more sexually sophisticated than was her big sister, removing her from my pedestal, this woman was no virgin.
Oh, yeah, with college dorm parties, drunken spring breaks, wet tee shirt and topless contests, she's been around. Even her own sister called her a slut but with affection. Moreover, when she talked about drinking my delicious wine, she nearly dared me to strip her naked. When she talked about me carrying her to bed, she nearly dared me to take sexual advantage of her.
Expecting her to awaken at any moment, yet, after missing Sophia's hand on my cock, I wanted her to touch me. I wanted her to feel me. I needed to feel the warmth of her soft hand on my hard cock. Gently, I took her by her hand and moved it to the bulge in my pants. As if her hand belonged there, her small, warm hand felt so good on my erection.
Controlling the urge to do so, I wanted to unzip myself, pull out my cock, and wrap her unconscious fingers around it. While I humped her hand, I'd love her to give me a sleeping hand job. I couldn't help but wonder, if I moved my cock across her lips, if she'd take it in her mouth to give me a sleeping blowjob, while dreaming of blowing someone else. I needed to cum and would love to cum in Regina's beautiful mouth. Wishing I could give her a cum bath, I'd love to cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her big tits.
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She looked so pretty sleeping so soundly. Ever so gently, as if I was a pickpocket, I lifted the hem of her skirt with my fingertips and raised it to just above her crotch. I wanted to see more of her long, shapely legs. I wanted to see more of her panty clad, pussy mound. She had beautiful legs with slender and shapely thighs and well-formed calves. Then, slowly, as if I was a safecracker cracking a safe that had a trigger alarm, button by button, I gently unbuttoned her white, cotton blouse, while looking to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before continuing.
She wore a white, low cut, lacy bra. As if she was a woman from the 18th century, her breasts overflowed the cups of her bra and I gently massaged the tops of her breasts with both my hands. So soft, so supple, and yet so firm, I couldn't wait to see, touch, feel, and fondle her tits. I couldn't wait to suck her nipples.
Figuring she'd awaken any second, I was so brazen in undressing her. Only, bad enough that I put her hand on my cock through my pants, lifted her skirt to exposed her white, bikini panties, and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her bra clad breasts, did I dare remove her bra and panties too? The moment of no return, once I stripped her naked, having to live with the consequences, no apology would be big enough for her to forgive me. I just hoped she didn't report me to the police.
Still on the fence about stripping her naked, I stared at her bra clad breasts. Her tits were a little bigger than Sophia's tits and nearly as big as Emma's fake breasts. Only, where Emma's breasts were silicon confections, Sophia's breasts, even when hidden by her bra, felt and appeared natural. Did I dare remove her bra? Did I dare strip Regina topless? Did I dare have my wicked, sexual way with Regina's naked tits?
As nervous as I was sticking my hand down my Prom date's gown to feel her tits and finger her nipples while in the backseat of my car more than thirty-years ago, I was just as nervous undressing Regina. Just as I thought I was doing something wrong then by feeling up a young woman who was so formally dressed, here I am about to feel up a young woman who's so informally dressed while drunk and sleeping. It's funny how times like these dreg up old memories and trigger familiar emotions.
I reached out my horny hands to feel Regina's tits through her bra. Her breasts were so beautiful. They felt so wonderful. They felt so round, so full, and so firm. Definitely, without a doubt, they were natural. Without even removing her bra, as a self-admitted breast expert, I could tell. Clearly, I could see the impressions that her nipples made in the satin material of her bra and I thought it odd that her nipples would be so erect while she was so soundly sleeping. Now, I wondered if she really was sleeping or pretending to be asleep.
Giving her the benefit of the doubt, figuring that she was really sleeping, perhaps, she was cold. Perhaps, she was sexually excited. Perhaps, she was cold and sexually excited. When seeing the impressions of her nipples, I wanted to finger them through her bra. Only fearing that I'd awaken her, I controlled the urge to pull her nipples out more with my fingertips. Then, I wondered if all women were the same as men getting sexually aroused as they slept. I know that I get plenty of erections when sleeping.
