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better, but not
quite good enough. Emboldened, she unsnapped the front closure on her black and
cream-coloured bra. Seeking relief, she rested her bare breasts directly on his
soft cotton t-shirt.
Instead of
improving her comfort level, being half-naked seemed to make her overheated condition
worse. Her chest was slick with perspiration and she felt overwhelmed with
sensation as this incredible man touched and stroked her body, making it come
alive in a way she’d never experienced alone.
Over the years,
she’d occasionally attempted to pleasure herself. Although solo sex was quite
pleasant and would take the edge off if she really worked at it, the intensity
of her desire was tame in comparison to the wild reaction his touch provoked in
her. Even the simplest brush of his fingertips along the edge of her panties
had her biting her lip to avoid crying out in frustration.
“What about me?”
He whispered. “My hands are kinda busy…” He simultaneously squeezed her butt with
one hand and flexed his fingers around her pussy to emphasize exactly how
preoccupied his hands were. “…And I’m melting under here too. Why don’t we have
a little skin-on-skin?”
“You want me to
remove your shirt? What if someone comes along? Won’t it look strange if you’re
sitting here topless?” For some reason she found that thought more exciting
than mortifying.
“Just push it
out of the way so I can feel those pretty tits on my chest. If anyone comes
along then you can use your vice-like, hand-grip to keep the blanket in place,
okay?”
Obediently, she
pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and tucked her hand underneath, sliding the
shirt up his body until their arms and upper chests were still decently covered
but beneath the blanket they were both exposed from waist to armpits. Mona
wasted no time in groping as much of his amazing upper body as she could reach
given their rather awkward position.
She was
delighted to find that his stomach was ridged with muscle under her fingers,
like one of those underwear models she’d seen on the giant billboards in New
York. She longed to see if the picture being painted in her mind was an
accurate one, but there was also something unexpectedly erotic about touching
flesh that she couldn’t actually see.
Strictly in the
name of research, she traced every single impressive band of muscle stretched
across his abdomen. Shifting slightly to the side she was able to caress his
body with both hands, but she still didn’t have enough leverage to reach all of
him.
He growled in
warning as she untangled her legs from around his thigh but he didn’t stop her
from exploring either. This was a good thing because the texture of his hair-roughened
skin under her fingers was addictive. She wanted to touch him everywhere, and
yet she also wanted to concentrate on the wonderful sensations his fingers were
creating between her legs. It was a wonderful predicament: to be torn between
two such pleasurable distractions.
Not wanting to
miss this opportunity to really enjoy his body; her curiosity won out. So she
gathered her courage and traced the tidy trail of wiry hair under his belly
button and up again to the velvety soft discs of his nipples. There she found
something quite unexpected. Cool metal caressed her fingertips. Apparently Sam
had metal bars pierced through both of his nipples. Experimentally, she tugged
on one and was delighted when Sam’s breath whooshed out in a pleasured groan.
She didn’t dare
touch his prominent erection again, but she was aware of its imposing heat and
hardness against her hip the entire time she discovered what it felt like to
touch another person so intimately.
“If we were
anywhere else, you know my mouth would be on your breasts, right?” He rasped in
a voice so low she had to strain to hear him.
She paused in
running her hands through the thatch of silky hair in the middle of his chest. “It
would?”
“Yeah. If we
were alone, in a bedroom,
quite good enough. Emboldened, she unsnapped the front closure on her black and
cream-coloured bra. Seeking relief, she rested her bare breasts directly on his
soft cotton t-shirt.
Instead of
improving her comfort level, being half-naked seemed to make her overheated condition
worse. Her chest was slick with perspiration and she felt overwhelmed with
sensation as this incredible man touched and stroked her body, making it come
alive in a way she’d never experienced alone.
Over the years,
she’d occasionally attempted to pleasure herself. Although solo sex was quite
pleasant and would take the edge off if she really worked at it, the intensity
of her desire was tame in comparison to the wild reaction his touch provoked in
her. Even the simplest brush of his fingertips along the edge of her panties
had her biting her lip to avoid crying out in frustration.
“What about me?”
He whispered. “My hands are kinda busy…” He simultaneously squeezed her butt with
one hand and flexed his fingers around her pussy to emphasize exactly how
preoccupied his hands were. “…And I’m melting under here too. Why don’t we have
a little skin-on-skin?”
“You want me to
remove your shirt? What if someone comes along? Won’t it look strange if you’re
sitting here topless?” For some reason she found that thought more exciting
than mortifying.
“Just push it
out of the way so I can feel those pretty tits on my chest. If anyone comes
along then you can use your vice-like, hand-grip to keep the blanket in place,
okay?”
Obediently, she
pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and tucked her hand underneath, sliding the
shirt up his body until their arms and upper chests were still decently covered
but beneath the blanket they were both exposed from waist to armpits. Mona
wasted no time in groping as much of his amazing upper body as she could reach
given their rather awkward position.
She was
delighted to find that his stomach was ridged with muscle under her fingers,
like one of those underwear models she’d seen on the giant billboards in New
York. She longed to see if the picture being painted in her mind was an
accurate one, but there was also something unexpectedly erotic about touching
flesh that she couldn’t actually see.
Strictly in the
name of research, she traced every single impressive band of muscle stretched
across his abdomen. Shifting slightly to the side she was able to caress his
body with both hands, but she still didn’t have enough leverage to reach all of
him.
He growled in
warning as she untangled her legs from around his thigh but he didn’t stop her
from exploring either. This was a good thing because the texture of his hair-roughened
skin under her fingers was addictive. She wanted to touch him everywhere, and
yet she also wanted to concentrate on the wonderful sensations his fingers were
creating between her legs. It was a wonderful predicament: to be torn between
two such pleasurable distractions.
Not wanting to
miss this opportunity to really enjoy his body; her curiosity won out. So she
gathered her courage and traced the tidy trail of wiry hair under his belly
button and up again to the velvety soft discs of his nipples. There she found
something quite unexpected. Cool metal caressed her fingertips. Apparently Sam
had metal bars pierced through both of his nipples. Experimentally, she tugged
on one and was delighted when Sam’s breath whooshed out in a pleasured groan.
She didn’t dare
touch his prominent erection again, but she was aware of its imposing heat and
hardness against her hip the entire time she discovered what it felt like to
touch another person so intimately.
“If we were
anywhere else, you know my mouth would be on your breasts, right?” He rasped in
a voice so low she had to strain to hear him.
She paused in
running her hands through the thatch of silky hair in the middle of his chest. “It
would?”
“Yeah. If we
were alone, in a bedroom,
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