I knew that if I closed the distance between us, that there would be no turning back. That the flood gates would be opened. That I would be saying to myself, ‘Go ahead. Fulfill one of your long-held dreams. Give yourself to her. Enjoy it, even though it would be a one-time deal…. Do it.’
Unconscientiously, the distance between our lips shrank, until each of us could feel the heat of each other’s lips on our own.
“Do it,’ the voice inside my head becoming louder. I could hear the heartbeats in my head picking up, becoming stronger. My cock was now beginning to enter the ‘discussion’, as I felt it throb, at the possibility.
Our lips. At first, it was light, almost imperceivable, until it wasn’t. Then it was hard, passionate, and needy. Two long lost lovers making up for lost time. Devouring each other. Lost in our need for each other. I had never felt such passion, and I had a feeling that Michelle hadn’t either, as she gave back as much as I gave her.
Laying back on the sofa, I pulled her back on top of me. Fortunately, it was a full-length sofa. The kiss went on… and on… and on. Michelle grinding her mound against my growing bulge. Her full breasts, mashed against my chest. My hands up and over her back, across the heavy-duty bra strap, and then cupping her butt. I pulled her into me. She groaned through the kiss. Her arms wrapped under my neck pulling us together.
Michelle pulled up and we each gazed into each other’s eyes. I could see the gentle smile. I thought we were done, and that that was it. I probably would have been OK with that. It would have made life simpler.
Instead…
“Wait here. I’ve got to lock the doors,” and then another kiss.
We were not done.
Michelle pulled me to my feet, and wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. The look in her eyes was one of serenity and peace. There was no anxiousness. All of our times together, years ago, I had never seen that look.
“Are you sure about this?” my voice tentative.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Right now, in my mind, I’m turning back the hands of time. I am going to forget the present. In my mind, this will be each of our first times. We are going to give ourselves to each other. Bill, make love to me, if you want to, and only if you want to.”
“Yes Michelle, I want to. I want to make love to you. I want us to make love to each other. You may have to guide me though,” I grinned.
“I can do that,” she grinned for a moment, the quietly added, “Truth be told… it’s been a while, since I’ve truly been made love to. And you don’t have to worry, I’m on the Pill.”
I picked up a bit of sadness in her voice.
“Then this will be special, and memorable, for each of us.”
Our lips met again. We French Kissed like we had in our youth, as hormone-raged teenagers. Our tongues danced like two mating serpents. Her full breasts against my chest felt wonderful. My hands tugging at the bottom of her blouse and then slowly sliding up her soft warm back. Michelle let out a long and soulful sigh of contentment as my hands caressed her soft warm skin.
The kiss slowed. It was now one of a slowly building passion. Each of us knowing where this was going. It was going to be a slow, and seductive buildup. We had lots of time. The thought that someone from her family might stop by to check on the store, never entered our minds. Fortunately, everything worked out.
I kissed along her jaw line, the soft skin on the side of her neck. Nuzzling my nose in the ‘V’ of the front of her open blouse, I kissed where the material came together, at that top button. I looked up at her. We both knew what was going to happen if I unbuttoned that first button. Michelle gave me a soft smile of encouragement. The first button was undone, then the second. Her simple white bra coming into view. Kissing along the top edge of the right cup, her soft skin tasted divine.
Michelle had closed her eyes and was lost in the soft touch of my lips to her warm skin. Her fingers combing through my hair, as I nibbled on the exposed flesh. But, I wanted more. I wanted to worship those breasts and nipples, like I had, so many… many times, years ago.
The final button being released. I slipped the white material off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Pulling back, I gazed at the full cups. Michelle stared into my eyes with a soft gentle look, reached behind, and released the clasp. She casually dropped her arms, allowing the freed garment to fall to the floor.
Her breasts were more beautiful than I remembered. Two full white mounds. Each, about the size of a navel orange. Each topped with very rigid coral colored nipples, surrounded by a quarter size light pink areola. Even through the nursing of her infant, they retained most of their youthful shape.
“My gosh, Michelle.”
“You like? They’re a bit bigger than before, and they droop a little.”
“Not that I can tell. God, Michelle, you look so sexy. Just as sexy as I remembered.”
I was rewarded with a bright smile, and then, “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I’ve been looked at like you’re looking at me right now and been told that I look sexy.”
He was an idiot.
Her nipple drew me in, like a moth to a flame. I kissed. I licked. I suckled. I rolled the tip my tongue around each of those protruding pebbles. Over the little bumps on her areola, all to the sweet gentle sounds of ‘oohh yes’ and ‘mmmm’ and ‘that feels so good’. Her hands behind my head, pulling me into herself. Guiding me to where she wanted my mouth, lips and tongue. My hands gently massaging the soft underlying flesh. Each sensitive nipple receiving the same worshipful treatment. At times the tip of my tongue was replaced with the full width, and would deliver a slow and full broad stroke, like I was lapping at a delicious ice cream cone. Each time, Michelle groaned in total rapture at the sensations that traveled through her nipples to her core. Whatever pink gumdrop was not being pleasured by my mouth, was being rolled between my thumb and index finger, all to those wonderful sounds of a woman being sexually pleasured.
How long did I make love to her nipples? I don’t know. I was enjoying myself, and I could tell that Michelle was in heaven. To me, it seemed like it had been a while since she had experienced this amount of tender ‘nipple worship’. So, there was no urgency to move on.
“Come up here and kiss me. But, first, let’s get rid of this.”
My t-shirt gone.
“Wow Bill, what have you been doing?”
Her soft hands running over my chest, through my sparse chest hair, over my somewhat defined pecs. While, not a ‘hard body’, I was toned.
“What?”
“You were always nice and pretty fit in high school, but, not like this. I mean… god your so sexy.”
I filled her in on my martial arts classes.
“Are there girls in the class?” she grinned.
“A few.”
“I’ll bet they love this,” her hands moving over through the sparse hair and then over my sensitive nipples.”
“We all were a Gi. It’s like a loose bath robe top, which ties at the waist and loose pants.”
“Still. I bet you look sexy.”