Mark's world had just been rocked.
A girl, a stranger, who would rival any centerfold model in the world had made out with him on the street and then followed him home where she had sucked all the of his senses his out through his cock. Amber had asked
him
to take her back to his woefully mundane one-room apartment. Afterward, she had apparently felt that making out with him again on his couch was a more pressing matter than putting her shirt back on.
Amber's fingernails scratched lightly on his chest as her lips explored his, her bare breasts pressed in his shirt. Mark's eyes were drawn to her boobs, pulled by the gravity of the pendulous planets, her mounds of tantalizing skin. He noted that, had he not been wearing a shirt, one of his nipples would be in direct contact with hers.
Mark had his back to the couch. Amber was leaning into him, still kissing him, moaning as if tasting something particularly delectable, her eyes were closed as if she were pleasantly dreaming. He wanted to be a more active participant. His hand came up to her ribs. Maybe he could slowly maneuver to her chest?
Mark felt Amber move under his ambitious hand and his heart sank. He immediately felt that he had made a mistake, tried to take too much, and would lose everything now.
But Amber never relented her kiss. He looked down to see that she was simply shifting her weight slightly and was now bringing one of her legs up to land bewitchingly between his.
Mark was relieved. He had not scared her off. Maybe now he could move his hand a little higher? She had already blown him and was currently demonstrating that she was more comfortable with her shirt off in his apartment than with it on; it seemed reasonable to assume that she would not mind him feeling her phenomenal tit with his hand. Yet, he still felt so nervous. He shouted in his mind at his hand for it to move, but it held its ground. Against, all reason, he could not get the nerve to move any higher up her torso.
"Hey, uhhh Mmmbrr?" Mark tried to say through a mouthful Amber's tongue.
"Hmmm?" Amber part-moaned-part-hummed inquisitively.
Mark pulled his face away from Amber's. "Do you want to, ummm, talk for a bit?"
Amber looked at him, her brow furrowed in a worried expression, "Talk about what?"
"I...Maybe just get to know each other a little? We just met."
Amber looked searchingly at him; she did not seem to understand.
Mark continued, "I mean, don't get me wrong; everything so far has been great. I mean 'great' doesn't even begin to... I mean I guess I'm still not sure what exactly is happening here."
"I sucked your delicious cock and now we're making out while I wait for you to get hard so I can do it again." She said that as if she were reminding him of something he ought to know, something that ought to have been obvious. "Oh!" Amber's eyes widened in realization, then looked at Mark apologetically. "I'm so sorry! Of course you wouldn't want to kiss me after I blew you. I know guys usually aren't into that. I must taste so awful to you! I'm sorry," she slumped down, "I couldn't help myself."
Mark stared at her. That response was not at all what he had been thinking.
"Here." Amber moved again. The leg she had just placed so magnanimously between his own came up and extended over his other leg. Her hips rolled up and she placed herself in his lap.
Mark noted simultaneously the distance between his face and her enormous rack, and the millimeters of fabric that now separated his crotch from her own. He saw her perfect mouth move but could not hear what she said over the sound of his beating heart. Amber's face lit up and she shook her hips a couple times; slowly, sumptuously gyrating on top of him. An unmistakable bulge had formed in his shorts. Mark knew that she could feel it. Her lips parted into a smile as she looked down at him. Mark once again felt the instinct to reach out at her chest, to hold those flawless orbs with both hands. His eyes fell on them and were once again trapped in their gravity. Her nipples were hard, seeming to reach out to him, as if wanting him closer. He stared and felt that her breasts looked lonely and deserved some company.
Needed
a friend. His hands wanted to be their friends.
Mark realized that he had not moved: one of his hands was still stuck to Amber's ribs, and the other was laying lamely on the couch at his side. Mark knew that all he had to do was bring his palms up, but he still could not seem to move. He was frozen, like a deer in these proverbial headlights.
Amber leaned forward, bringing her chest closer to his face.
Oh my god.
. She reached out to both of his hands with hers and brought them to rest on her luscious tits. Her wonderful, beautiful, perfect tits. Her hands held on tight to his, as if she sensed his hesitation, and wanted to make sure that he did not pull his hands away out of fear.
Amber started massaging her tits, her hands still sandwiching his own to her flesh. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip, clearly enjoying the feeling.
A criminally short minute went by like that, and Amber's eyes lazily opened back up, finding Mark with undeniable lust. A languid tongue passed over her upper lip and she leaned forward toward him; lips parted.
She placed a soft, but unmistakably aroused kiss on the side of his face, just near his ear.
"I couldn't help myself before," she whispered in his ear.
A kiss fell on him again, this time on his chin.
"I wanted every drop for myself." She was slowly sliding out of his lap and onto the carpet between his legs. A kiss fell on his chest, directly on his nipple. He felt her tongue flick it, so softly he almost did not notice.
"I can't get over the taste. You're delicious, Mark," His name from those lips was unbearable sexy. Amber was driving him crazy.
A kiss fell on his abdomen.
"But you can finish anywhere you want this time."
Just below his naval.
"Would you like to cover my tits, Mark? Do you think you would enjoy that?" Her voice was positively
dripping
with desire.
