I turned to Amelia, who was on the same sofa as me. She sat before me, and I looked into her green eyes and admired her long, blond hair. She smiled. I smiled back, then looked down to her hands, which were in her lap. I held her left hand, feeling the back of her hand, while she scooted up closer to me. Her dress was sleeveless, so I smoothed my right hand up her arm. Her skin was soft, silky to the touch. When I reached her shoulder, I began touching her right arm, too, using my other hand. Amelia raised her right hand and ran her fingers through my hair, still smiling. "Relax," she said, softly.
She leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips were like velvet, and for the first time in seven years I felt the kiss of a woman. I had forgotten how amazing it was and my interest suddenly increased, as I held her face in my hands and we made out.
Our lips parted presently, and I looked at her beautiful, waif-like face. My arms embraced her, my hands behind her shoulders and we smiled at each other again. Her hands were on my sides near my waist, and she ran her hands up and down my body. I took the hint, doing the same to her. She kissed me on the neck, which released a sigh from my lips.
I felt her hand on my left breast, feeling the mound of flesh through my bra and the silken little black dress I was wearing. I groaned as I felt the nipple respond, a tingling in the nub that made me wonder why I bothered to put a bra on. I arched my back slightly, wanting to feel her hand more. Then I felt Amelia's other hand under the hem of my dress. Her fingertips made contact with my pussy. The sudden contact, so early, sent an unexpected tingle up my spine and, without thinking, I thrusted my hips a few times against her hand.
I now managed to respond, my right hand reaching her left breast, then the other hand on the other one. Her breasts were small but unbelievably firm, almost all breast tissue and what felt like no fat whatsoever. Her nipples through her dress were small, too, but felt really hard and pointed. She was wearing a bra but it must be pretty sheer because it was hard to feel through the dress. I ran my hands down her sides, over her slim hips and down her elegant legs.
"Come on, get undressed," she said, her voice almost a whisper.
I nodded, reaching down to my thighs to the hem of my dress, then pulling the whole thing over my head and off. Amelia unzipped the side of her maxi dress, elegantly removed one arm from an armhole, then stood up. I watched the elegant, white, ankle-length dress drop to the floor.
Looking up, I saw her taut nipples and small, round, firm breasts encased in a simple, white bra, maybe about 26B, with no wiring. Wow, those boobs can hold some shape, I thought, seeing as the bra offered very little support whatsoever. It almost seemed like a waste of time wearing one, but I guess the hard nipples would defy any dress's ability to hide them, so that would explain it.
"Wow," said Amelia, sitting down again and gazing at my own bra, which I had deliberately chosen to emphasize their upturned state, so that they hung, loosely supported, with a reasonably deep cleavage, but not as much as a push-up.
Now with Amelia in bra and underwear, I placed my hands gently on her sides, feeling female flesh for the first time in years. I reveled in how silky and smooth her skin was, so much smoother than a man's skin, and a sudden heat raced up my body as I realized I wanted more. My hands wandered around to her back and I leaned forward. Amelia, in turn, ran her smaller hands around my torso, feeling my abdomen, then around the sides to the back.
We were embracing now and, skin-to-skin, we ravished each other's flesh, becoming more passionate. I felt a desire rising within me, so I tilted my head and gave her a deep kiss full on the lips.
Amelia could feel the desire transmit through the contact. She responded to me, opening her mouth to accept my invading tongue. My tongue touched her teeth, then made contact with her tongue. We danced together for a few seconds, my hands now behind her head, then I plundered her mouth, my desire for her now smoldering.
Our bodies undulated, our hands exploring each other's bodies. After some more moments, my hands reached for her bra strap. Expertly, I undid the double clasp and it fell away. Amelia instinctively arched her back, her firm breasts thrust forward. Finally, I placed my hand on her left breast again. Amelia physically shuddered, letting out a loud groan. It felt incredible, so firm, the tissue had very little give in it, as my palm roamed across the surface of the skin.
As my palm brushed against her hard pebble of a nipple, she flung her head back, opening mouth wide. No noise came out, until my other hand made contact with the other one. I deliberately brushed my palm up and down against her nipples. They were like little diamonds -- they were hard as a rock -- I'd never seen such taut, tender buds as these. Amelia moaned loudly. "Cathy!" she said, breathlessly. "I'm so sensitive!"
"Yeah," I agreed, quietly. She certainly was -- her skin was beginning to flush slightly, the skin of her areolae was really tight, straining almost, her erect nipples super-hard, as she wailed loudly. I smiled and leaned forward. My tongue made contact with her right areola. It was only small, about the diameter of a nickel, but Amelia froze in anticipation. Slowly, I swirled my tongue around in circles.
"Mmmm!" she murmured, her back arching momentarily.
I continued, then breathed on the wetness, causing Amelia to shiver. She was superbly responsive, and I smiled. I paused for a few few seconds, just to tease her, the sound of rising pleasure emanating from Krystal and Bonnie doing their thing on the other sofa ringing in my ears, then opened my mouth wide and sucked in as much breast as I could.
"Aaah!" cried Amelia, her breath pushing out of her mouth in a rush as the ecstasy from my warm mouth ran up her spine. I massaged her other breast with my hand, pushing, then cupping, pushing again, then sliding my palm against her nipple once more, as I continued sucking. I couldn't believe how firm her breasts were, couldn't get over how much pleasure I was creating for her.
My admiration for her as both a woman and a model overflowed. Right, she was gonna know how much I appreciate her, I thought. I leaned forward, pushing her back flat against the seat of the sofa, my mouth still sucking and working her fabulous taut, nipple, my tongue mercilessly lashing the painfully hard diamond in my mouth. A feeling of gratitude for her service rose up inside me, translating to a determination to grant her a smorgasbord of pleasure she wouldn't forget.
Amelia wailed, as I used my thumb and forefinger to tweak her other nipple, spreading the two digits to stretch the taut areola even more, then back together again to hold the nipple, now flicking my forefinger back and forth across it, now brushing it with my thumb, now pulling it away, now pushing it in.
Finally, my mouth left the right breast and I turned my attention to the left one, my tongue once again, circling the areola, while my left hand ravished the now-wet right breast. Pointing my tongue, I teased the swollen nub hard, causing Amelia to wail even louder. Suddenly, my mouth engulfed the left breast as much as it could. My lips reveled in its amazing firmness.
I'd never felt something so amazing, and I sucked hard, wishing I could fit it all in. "Mmmm," I moaned, as both my hands grabbed her left breast, my tongue lashing its erect nipple wildly, my hands pushing, feeling, ravishing the firmness, wanting more, reaching for pleasure. I pushed the breast together, so that the nipple would point more into my mouth, but it managed to maintain its shape even then, astonishing me, as only a little more entered my mouth.
Coming up for air, I panted, "Your boobs are amazing, I can't -", before my mouth once again descended, unable to get enough of the silky flesh, the rounded, perfect shape. My left hand reached up to rake through her hair, my lips narrowing to suck up the nipple. Then I pushed my face forward, then moved my head left to bury my face in her cleavage. It was only shallow, but I wanted to feel the firmness of her incredible breasts on my cheeks.
I extended my tongue to lick up through her cleavage, rising further, the point of my tongue exploring the nape of her neck, then rising up to her jawline. Now fully on top of her, I gazed at her elfin-like face, her delicate beauty off the scales, before determinedly descending, my mouth making contact with her half-open mouth. My tongue plunged the depths of her mouth. She moaned in ecstasy.
