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woman for so long, you might as well enjoy the experience while it lasts, though it may turn out to be not all you've been expecting. For a start, this Indira girl wasn't exactly under endowed, and those things are going to make your shoulders ache if you don't keep them well supported. Just hope you don't get to come back in that body again in another twenty years. Unless I'm mistaken, those boobs are going to sag something rotten as Indira gets older, poor bitch.'
The brown fingers were circling the nipples now and the twin peaks had reacted dramatically, for I could see them clearly outlined as two jutting points under the shift. Andy's brown eyes had suddenly taken on a sort of glazed appearance.
I shook my head and managed not to smile. 'Come here,' I said quietly, crooking my forefinger.
She turned, and her pink tongue slid across her lower lip.
'C'mon,' I urged. 'Or do you just want to play with those boobies all by yourself?'
She didn't need any second bidding now the penny had dropped, but she still approached me hesitantly, surprisingly shy considering some of the things we had indulged in back in our own time.
'Just relax,' I whispered as she stopped in front of me. Still sitting, I reached up and tugged at the thin ribbon holding up the shift. It slipped undone easily and I eased the garment back and down over her shoulders, letting it hang about her upper arms, but revealing now the full glory of those perfect brown melons. I blinked at the size of the nipples as they were exposed, for I had never seen any so large and long. Certainly they made anything I had, either in this body or in my own, look insignificant and puny.
'Wow!' I said. 'What a pair of absolute beauties!' They rose together as Indira drew in what, in her corset, passed for a deep breath. 'Oh yes!' I exclaimed, and reached out with both hands to gently squeeze those two nipples between forefingers and thumbs.
The effect on Indira was electric. She let out a tiny little squeal that could barely have been within the human audible range, and her back arched forwards.
'Oh lordy,' I muttered, gently rolling the stiffening flesh. 'This is going to be quite something...' I cupped my hands more, though still without releasing my two little prisoners, so I was now half supporting the heavy globes and could knead them as I played with the nipples. Indira groaned and staggered slightly, and I had to pause for a few seconds while she regained both balance and some semblance of composure.
She stared down at me and a languid smile spread across her beautiful face. 'My mistress,' she sighed, and I saw her hands move around to the front of her shift, where her fingers immediately began gathering up the loose folds towards her waist, exposing first her stocking-clad legs, and then her coffee-cream thighs, and finally the closely trimmed little triangle beneath which I could see a dark pink nubbin already starting to force its way out from between glistening lips.
I released one of her nipples and used my freed hand to guide all the material into her left hand, all the time taking the greatest care not to touch her exposed flesh. I had other ideas where that was concerned, at least for the moment, and once I had organised her own right hand free of the encumbrance of holding up her shift, I guided that towards the inviting target.
She made a small noise in the back of her throat and looked down at me uncertainly.
I smiled encouragement. 'It's okay,' I assured her, 'you just need to find out a few of these things for yourself. It's not only lads who like to masturbate, you know. We girls do it just as much, some of us even more,' I added, for I had gone through a year or so in my middle teens when I had been able quite happily to lose myself in my own fantasies and without either the fumbled musings of some inexperienced lad or the danger of falling pregnant and shocking my father back into sobriety.
She touched herself, gingerly at first, and I shaped
The brown fingers were circling the nipples now and the twin peaks had reacted dramatically, for I could see them clearly outlined as two jutting points under the shift. Andy's brown eyes had suddenly taken on a sort of glazed appearance.
I shook my head and managed not to smile. 'Come here,' I said quietly, crooking my forefinger.
She turned, and her pink tongue slid across her lower lip.
'C'mon,' I urged. 'Or do you just want to play with those boobies all by yourself?'
She didn't need any second bidding now the penny had dropped, but she still approached me hesitantly, surprisingly shy considering some of the things we had indulged in back in our own time.
'Just relax,' I whispered as she stopped in front of me. Still sitting, I reached up and tugged at the thin ribbon holding up the shift. It slipped undone easily and I eased the garment back and down over her shoulders, letting it hang about her upper arms, but revealing now the full glory of those perfect brown melons. I blinked at the size of the nipples as they were exposed, for I had never seen any so large and long. Certainly they made anything I had, either in this body or in my own, look insignificant and puny.
'Wow!' I said. 'What a pair of absolute beauties!' They rose together as Indira drew in what, in her corset, passed for a deep breath. 'Oh yes!' I exclaimed, and reached out with both hands to gently squeeze those two nipples between forefingers and thumbs.
The effect on Indira was electric. She let out a tiny little squeal that could barely have been within the human audible range, and her back arched forwards.
'Oh lordy,' I muttered, gently rolling the stiffening flesh. 'This is going to be quite something...' I cupped my hands more, though still without releasing my two little prisoners, so I was now half supporting the heavy globes and could knead them as I played with the nipples. Indira groaned and staggered slightly, and I had to pause for a few seconds while she regained both balance and some semblance of composure.
She stared down at me and a languid smile spread across her beautiful face. 'My mistress,' she sighed, and I saw her hands move around to the front of her shift, where her fingers immediately began gathering up the loose folds towards her waist, exposing first her stocking-clad legs, and then her coffee-cream thighs, and finally the closely trimmed little triangle beneath which I could see a dark pink nubbin already starting to force its way out from between glistening lips.
I released one of her nipples and used my freed hand to guide all the material into her left hand, all the time taking the greatest care not to touch her exposed flesh. I had other ideas where that was concerned, at least for the moment, and once I had organised her own right hand free of the encumbrance of holding up her shift, I guided that towards the inviting target.
She made a small noise in the back of her throat and looked down at me uncertainly.
I smiled encouragement. 'It's okay,' I assured her, 'you just need to find out a few of these things for yourself. It's not only lads who like to masturbate, you know. We girls do it just as much, some of us even more,' I added, for I had gone through a year or so in my middle teens when I had been able quite happily to lose myself in my own fantasies and without either the fumbled musings of some inexperienced lad or the danger of falling pregnant and shocking my father back into sobriety.
She touched herself, gingerly at first, and I shaped
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