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strong and tight, supporting the weight of the heavy globes.
    At one moment, as we spoke, she put her hand up to one of her nipples to gently scratch an itch. The motion sent her two glorious breasts jiggling against each other. She seemed not to notice that the nipple she touched began to stiffen in the breeze. I’d been controlling my erection for some time now but her innocent action, so without intent to arouse, was driving me to distraction. Suddenly she shifted her weight and as she did so her thick outer vulva spread apart, hinting at the pink, smooth petals of her inner pussy.
    As soon as she had inadvertently shown me the sweet, damp secrets of her cunt, she closed her legs again. But it was enough. I had lost control. I felt a fire rip through my belly as my cock was engorged beyond retreat. There was no hiding it even under the towel.
    I saw her eyes wander down to my protrusion and she fell silent.
    â€œI….I’m sorry…” I offered. “I couldn’t….”
    â€œIt’s ok,” she said. She did not lift her eyes from my erection. After another moment’s silence she slowly reached out her hand and began to tug at a corner of my towel. I touched her hand to stop her.
    â€œIt’s ok,” she said again. “I just want to see it.”
    She pulled the towel away, drawing it over the length of my penis so that I was as naked as she. I must admit, this felt right. This felt honest. I felt the warmth of the tiles beneath my balls as my turgid cock thrust belligerently from between my thighs.
    â€œIt’s beautiful,” she said. “Can I touch it?”
    I nodded.

    She reached out and gently closed her fingers around the head of my dick. My cock began to throb in her grasp. She squeezed it gently and I felt myself suck in a short breath of air as her fingers made contact just under the ridge of the bell.
    â€œCan I touch you?” I asked.
    She nodded.
    My hand meandered up from her knee, along her smooth thigh, up to her belly, and down to her pussy. Her cunt was warm and inviting. Gently, I petted the smooth pussy-down, taking in the shape of the flesh underneath. I traced my fingers up and down her puffy slit until the lips gradually parted and became slick with honey. Only then did I part the cleft and let my fingers stroke her soft, rosy insides as they too swelled with desire.
    She had wrapped her fingers around my cock and begun to masturbate me slowly. It was not aggressive. Her fingers were loose as she made a wide, incomplete fist into which my dick slid in and out. She licked three of her fingers and put them over the head of my cock. Using the lubrication of her saliva, she worked the bulb of my cock-head in and out of her fingers as a fire rose though my abdomen.
    â€œCome here,” she said, and lay down on her back.
    I drew up between her thighs and began to nudge her legs apart with my knees.
    She moaned softly. “Not like that,” she said. “Here.” And she ran her hand over her beautiful breasts.
    She pulled lightly on my cock.
    â€œCome here,” she said again, and guided my twitching penis to her abundant cleavage.

    With two hands she corralled the heavy flesh of her tits, and I began to stroke long and deep between them. I put one hand over the top, squeezing her dark nipples, pulling her breasts together, making a deep, fleshy tunnel for my cock to side into and out of. The flesh of her tits was cool as it enveloped the hard, hot heat of my penis. Her skin was buttery smooth and surrounded my member up to the hilt. Between her breasts she was not tight, nor textured and grasping like the depths of a woman. Instead, she was creamy and bountiful, all enveloping and interminably soft. Straddling her chest, I drew my cock out until its head emerged just under her breasts before plunging it back through to the hilt—the slit of my member appearing just under her chin while my testicles squashed pleasantly