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By (user no longer on site) OP 47 weeks ago
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Sunday: It turned out that her parents were out all day Sunday, she had the house to herself, so after about an hour Denise suggested we go back there. I thought she looked so sexy, tight jeans as usual with my preferred daylight between her thighs, also a pink top with long sleeves, quite tight, so it showed off her shape, two modest breasts, which whilst not large overall, seemed to stick out a reasonable amount, consistent with what I had felt the previous night.
Her home was again larger than mine, detached, the only one of its architecture on the road, which was quiet with mature trees either side. Inside I was led through the spacious hallway into the kitchen, light and modern, a dining table at one end and fitted units at the other.
Alone in the kitchen she hugged me, gave me a big wet kiss, made tea and said follow her. I followed her upstairs and entered her room, my cock was anticipating things which may or may not happen, being alone with a girl again.
“So Paul, where were we last night?”
Her hand took mine and pulled me to her, again we kissed, my hand on her hips then bum, Denise had both her hands on my waist pulling me to her. There is no way she would have not felt my erection against her thigh, I thought. Indeed she repeated pulling me onto her which had the effect of giving me the slightest of wanks and a wet foreskin.
Denise then pulled away, took my hand and led me to her bed, a single, about the same as mine, probably three foot six wide. We sat side by side for a brief moment before she spoke.
“Shoes off, can’t have marks on my bed can I.”
With that she removed her own pumps and I removed my shoes, then I was pulled towards the centre of the bed and we sat facing each other, our faces only a foot or so apart.
“So, we’re finally alone,” Denise began, “I know we’ve been in your car, but now we have privacy too. Happy?”
“Yes, of course,” I said, conscious of my bulging jeans still as my legs went each side of hers “you look lovely.”
“Come here,” with that she pulled me to her so we could again kiss, my hands went to her waist, hers rested on my thighs. I had permission to touch her breasts, carrying on from our time in the car, so I moved my hands upwards, to where her top showed off her shape. I touched her breasts. Denise made a sound of appreciation as we kissed, I estimated where her nipples would be through her bra and stroked the area, more murmurs of delight, I must have been spot on.
Our kiss ended, we both sat back a bit, my hands fell back into my lap, but not covering my bulge.
“Shall I take this off or are you going to?” Denise asked, obviously referring to her pink top.
“Oh, I will, just pull up?”
A nod.
I took hold of her top from around her waist and began to pull it upwards, Denise raised her arms and with relative ease I pulled her top over her head and off her arms. It was then that I could really appreciate the form of her tits, her bra still disguised her actual shape, but I really liked what I saw, modest in size as I had felt, more pointed than full and rounded as Linda had been. I assumed I had permission to take her breasts out or to remove her bra, so I reached for her straps and slipped them off her shoulders, she nodded and smiled as I did so I came really close, my face next to hers and reached around her back, found the hooks and undid them. Before I could pull back and see her bare breasts I felt her arms again pull me to her and we kissed again.
At last we parted, I still held her bra so it came away and revealed her breasts. I just sort of stared at them, so beautiful, so youthful, firm, pointing right at me with quite dark circles with full nipples at their tips.
“Paul, you can touch them,”
I reached and began to stroke the tips of her nipples, Denise’s mouth opened as she gasped.
“Ooohh, that’s nice, oooohhh, don’t stop, yes, love how that feels.”
Her hands ran further up my thighs, the fingers of her right hand now an inch or so from where my jeans stood out. I stayed on her nipples, that must have made her wet, I will be dripping pre cum by now, I thought. With her eyes now closed, Denise just enjoyed the sensations in her tits, my fingers stroking the tips then moving further to circle both her areolae which sort of formed the shape of her actual breast rather than being on the surface of the natural curve of breasts as with most girls or women. A little different, I thought, but fucking sexy.
Suddenly Denise opened her eyes, smiled and said “Take your shirt off, I want us to be equally undressed.”
I unbuttoned and slipped it off.
“Mmmm, you have a pretty nice chest,” with that I felt her hands touch my pecs and run down my chest to my belly and then my sides “I love a flat tummy too.”
I laughed, “not as nice as your, eer, chest,” with that I again touched her breasts, my fingers drawing out from her sternum to the tip of each nipple before stroking each lightly.
“Mine are sensitive too, “I said, hoping that Denise would stroke them too.
“Oh, not come across a man whose nipples are particularly sensitive, so, do I just stroke them like you are mine?”
“Yeah,” with that she raised her hands and softly stoked my tips, making me groan in delight.
“Wow, they are sensitive, maybe more than mine. You must now be getting uncomfortable in those jeans, I could feel you against me earlier. Men.”
We both laughed, I looked down, yes I was making a visible arc in my jeans, and yes, it had begun to become uncomfortable, especially each time my cock tried to harden and stretch out, which it was definitely doing every few seconds right now.
“What you want me to do then? I can’t actually do much about it.”
“Only thing is to take them off, I suppose.”
“You sure?”
“Of course, I’ve had several boyfriends before, usually I have to tell them to keep them on.”
I laughed. “Just didn’t want to be to, you know, pushy that way.”
“Paul, off.” Denise said pointing down to my jeans.
I obeyed, reluctantly of course. I had to move way, then stand as it was much easier that way. My cock must have been so clearly discernible as I unfastened my belt, the top button and pulled the zip down, then pushed down at my hips and then rather awkwardly managed to get free of the legs, before just standing there. I pulled my socks off.
Now in just my briefs, there was no hiding my arousal, the front pushed out, pubic hair from around my balls was probably visible from the opening either side created by my penis. Looking down I can see the outline of my glans though the thin fabric, the line around the end of my cock, indicating to some extent, my potential length as it curled around.
“Mmmm, now that is one of my favourite sights,” Denise said smiling broadly “a man full of potential, we don’t get as visibly excited but I can tell you, if I was a man, I would be as hard as you are too.”
I sort of blushed, not exactly sure what to say next. Denise fixed that, she reached down and slipped a finger from each hand into the gap I mentioned and stroked in there. My balls, that sensitive part of the ball sac near the base of the penis, just light strokes, some touches to the base of my cock too. I hardened even more, my pants straining with my erection trying to break free and straighten out.
“Nice?”
“Yeah, too nice I recon,”
I went back to her tits, stroking the points of her nipples, trying to reciprocate the arousing sensations in our flesh, my efforts produced a soft groan, a sigh.
Finally I managed to gather my thoughts, the sensations between my legs having overridden everything.
“I thought you wanted us to be equally undressed? Looks like I’ve gone further.”
“Well, a bit, but you looked sort of in distress, between the legs, that is. Too confined. Anyway, you look more comfortable now, yes?”
“Err, yes, but…..”
Denise began to climb off her bed, her tits bouncing as she did and looking so incredibly sexy, then she stood facing me, rubbed her hands over her breasts, pulled on her nipples and blew a kiss at me. I smiled, unable to think of anything sensible to say. Then she ran her hands down over her belly and between her thighs over her jeans. I could feel my cock moving, pulsing with erection as she toyed with me, teased me.
“Right, jeans off then, OK?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Denise then unfastened her jeans, wriggled her bum and pushed them down, first in sight were a pair of brief white panties, barely enough to cover her…. Pussy mound. They looked like cotton, a band of coloured trim finished off the leg holes and top.
I watched as she managed to get her jeans down to her ankles and finally off. She stood there, naked apart from the tiniest of panties, the swelling of her external genitals clearly showing, the merest hint of a damp patch lower down but I might have been imagining that.
“Happy?”
“Wow, yes, come here,”
Denise climbed back onto her bed and knelt before me, her knees apart, I was still sitting with my legs out so she straddled me. Leaning in to each other we kissed, my hands reaching out to hold the sides of her abdomen, hers on my shoulders. My mind whirled, I assumed we would soon both be naked, seeing each other for the first time, touching between the legs, me being stroked, her being entered.
I let my hands slip down to her hips, I could feel the top of those skimpy panties, the tiny strip of elastic holding them in place. My fingers carried on, our kiss became more passionate, tongues played sword fighters, saliva was swapped, panties lowered, the soft but firm feel of her bottom filled my hands with cool skin, I massaged it lightly then separated her cheeks and let my fingers slip between them, following the path set out by her crack until I touched her anus.
The kiss broke, Denise pulled back, looked at me.
“Cheeky, that’s my bottom! You wait, I can be naughty too.” The kiss resumed.
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