I had barely lain back on the couch before he entered the room. I smiled at him and lay back in my usual position, my eyes closed.
A moment later, I felt him kneeling on the couch, his knee between my calves. Felt his hands a few seconds later pressing against the inside of my knees, pushing my legs gently apart.
I didn't resist.
I felt his torso nestle against me. His hands brushed my breasts on either side as he used them to brace himself, but he didn't lower his head.
I could sense that he was staring at my chest, but I didn't open my eyes. I began to breathe evenly, as if going to sleep.
He must have been a little perplexed to realize that he couldn't see my nipples jutting up through the flannel like he could with the flimsy top I had so brazenly worn many times earlier. Nor would he be able to feel them in such fine detail.
Oh, well, he'd have to content himself with rubbing them through the soft flannel.
That would feel nice too, I thought.
I waited expectantly for the feel of his hand gently cupping my breast. But it didn't come.
I waited for long minutes, in vain.
Then I felt it.
His fingers softly urging my top button out of its eyelet. He was very careful. I could barely feel him even though the material lay directly on my skin.
What was he up to? I couldn't move, or speak, or even open my eyes. I was frozen.
The button popped loose. I felt a faint tug on the next button.
Two?
OK. Two buttons would be OK.
I relaxed, becoming amused at how furtively he worked away at the button, as if he thought I was really asleep and would suddenly wake up and reprimand him or worse yet, stop him.
It was all I could do not to smile. He was so cute. I was so wrapped up in how endearing he was that I wasn't aware of the moment he finally worked the second button free.
I just realized that as he had moved on to the third button.
Three? No, not three.
With three buttons undone, my blouse would be open to the bottom of my breasts. I couldn't let him undo three.
At the thought, a sudden tingling wave washed over the surface of both my breasts, culminating in my nipples. They both stiffened at the same time.
The button popped.
Then nothing.
I could hear my breath, not so even now. And his. The same.
He hadn't even touched me and I was very aroused.
The fourth button began to move. Some seemingly invisible, irresistible force was causing it to loosen.
Four? Four was a good number.
Four was a good place. It was right over my belly button.
I had a nice looking navel. He'd like it. Every man I'd been with had remarked on how sexy my navel was. Four will be a good place to stop then.
Out it came. I felt his finger briefly dip into my navel, then quickly away.
Another long pause.
Was he wondering if he could get away with parting my blouse for a look?
I'm sure he was very curious.
Should I let him look at my breasts?
After all, I'd let him feel them up, and he had to run to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Would he need to leave right away if I let him see?
I wanted to feel his hands on me. I didn't want him to go right away. Before I could decide, I felt his fingers working on the last button.
He was just as furtive and gentle as he was on the first.
I was going to let him.
I was going to let him see my breasts.
They were tingling constantly now. My nipples were almost aching; they were so stiff and hard.
The last button gave way.
I felt his hands coming up between my breasts, gently grasping the lapels, tugging them slowly to my sides. The flannel softly dragged across my erect nipples shooting bolts of erotic lightening into my chest, up to my head, and down to my groin. I could feel my pussy pulse.
My tits were bare; his hands were sliding across, barely touching my skin.
They hovered, one above each breast, before closing down and squeezing.
Ohhhh. Hands were on my bare tits.
"Beautiful," he whispered, "beautiful," he sighed again, uttering the only two words heard in our house for the last half an hour.
He kneaded them, continually, for a long time before finally bringing his fingers together, at the same time, to squeeze each nipple. As before, he pinched and tugged them, pulling them up to hold them away from my chest, letting them go only to grasp them immediately to repeat his teasing.
I loved it!
No one had ever spent so much time, so lovingly, caressing my breasts. They had never felt so alive. I could feel myself arching my back to push my tits up. My breathing was ragged. I couldn't hear his breath over my own.
He pushed down, fingers straining my breast away from my nipple, leaving it stretched like a pillar reaching for heaven.
But heaven came to it. His mouth enveloped my aching nipple, his tongue pressing it to the roof of his mouth, before he sucked it hard.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I cried.
No, I screamed to myself. I lifted my arms to push him away. I grasped his head just as he sucked again, hard. My arms grasped his head and clutched it tightly to me, as I arched my back strongly, trying hard to shove my tit completely into his mouth.
What was I doing? Push him off, my mind screamed.
Instead, I held his mouth to me, gasping, silently screaming in joy as I felt him start sucking my nipple again. He sucked so long, bringing it so deep into his mouth.
I loosened my hold on his head as he released my nipple.
When he pulled his head up, I directed it to the other breast and wantonly shoved its nipple up to his lips. Ecstasy, as it too was pressed against the roof of his mouth, surrounded by his warm, wet tongue. I ground my breast into his mouth, eager for more.
I squeezed him between my thighs, and pushed my pussy against his belly.
When he released my nipple only to suck it in hard again, I thrust my pelvis against him several times in quick succession, unable to prevent myself from making little fucking motions.
God, I was so horny!
Just as I was thinking about pushing my bottoms down over my hips, my son got up and ran upstairs.
I was in shock. The shock of his leaving and the shock at how far I’d gone. And shock at how horny I was and how different the feeling was this time.
I couldn't do this, I shouldn't feel like this.
But I desperately needed to come. I reached down to cup my pussy in my hand. I began sliding my fingers up and down my soaking slit, and then up to rub little circles around my clit.
It didn't take long for me to come.
As I headed up the stairs to change, I heard the car on the driveway. I realized how close we'd been to getting caught; I rushed to my room to get dressed before my husband came in.

 

:excited:Wow, I like this even better than your other one..Yellow, I think it was called. :rose:

 

very nice and erotic

 

Really good. Could definitely use a sequel.

 

vary hot ^^ the story got me haard in no time hahaha