Chapter 3

It felt bizarre, but he just started stroking, staring at her cleavage, which was flat, now that her breasts weren’t pushed together by a bra. Her breasts pushed the cloth of her blouse outward.

“You’ve made my nipples tingle,” she said, calmly, as she slid one of her hands under the blouse to the tip of the hump. Her hand moved and he realized she was squeezing her nipple.

“Is this going to be quid pro quo?” he asked, as his hand sped up.

“You want to see me masturbate?” she asked, her voice sounding completely innocent, somehow.

“If we’re being honest, I want to do this while I watch you do that,” he said.

“You and I being naked together would be foolish,” she said. “What we have is fun and exciting. If we ever got naked together it would become serious.”

“Why?”

“Don’t be stupid, Bob. We have strong feelings about each other.”

“So if we were naked, together, and I did this, it would get you too excited?”

“Yes,” she said, softly.

He took a few steps toward her. She didn’t object, even when he got so close he moved between her spread knees.

“If I go off now, it would get all over you,” he panted.

“Is that what you want?” she asked.

“I want you to want that,” he gasped.

She pulled one half of her blouse off of the breast she’d been touching.

“Don’t get it on my hair,” she said.

“Ohhh, man,” he groaned. Her calm invitation was like a taser. A long rope of semen shot out of his cock, went a foot and a half, and landed on the back of her hand. She moved that hand and he leaned so that his second shot landed on the breast, itself. His third shot was too weak to go far and she tried to catch it in her hand. He gripped his cock hard and stopped the drips he knew would come. He stepped back, breathing hard.

She licked her palm and then used two fingers to scoop his semen off of her breast and sucked that off of them, too. Finally she licked the back of her other hand, like a cat licks its paws. He just stared.

She looked up at him and said, “That’s how out of control I can get,” she said. “I’ve never done that in front of another man.”

“Wow,” he sighed, still holding his cock.

“I thought you looked delicious, and you taste delicious, too. You also cum like I imagine a stallion cumming,” she said. “Do you have a towel, by chance?”

“Of course!” he barked, letting go of his penis and dashing to the bathroom. He returned with a towel and damp wash cloth. She calmly cleaned her breast, then the back of the hand that had covered her breast, and finally her hands in general. She looked up at him, standing there, with his cock drooping, but not completely flaccid, yet.

“I said you had a nice one and I wasn’t wrong.”

“I should get dressed,” he said.

“If you must.”

“I can’t run around naked unless you run around naked, too, and we both know how you feel about that.”

“You’re not as dangerous right now as you were,” she said.

He grinned and pulled his jeans on, first.

“Don’t put your shirt on,” she said. “I like looking at your chest.”

“I like looking at your chest, too,” he said.

“Can you put on any music to dance to?” she asked, looking around the room for audio equipment.

“I can play my iPod through the TV,” he said.

“Do you have anything slow?”

“I think so,” he said.

He picked up the iPod and turned it on. He watched as songs appeared and moved on and then stopped.

“I have some Barry White,” he said.

“Perfect,” she said.

He turned on the TV and enabled the blue tooth connection to the iPod. The song started and he turned to find her topless. She came to him and pressed her hot breasts against his chest.

“This is nice,” she said, as they swayed.

“This is incredible,” he replied.

Before the song was over they were kissing, making out like two teenagers in the back of a car at Lover’s Point. When his hand came to cup one heavy breast, she moved to give him more room. A kiss broke and his head was down with his lips fastened to one of her jutting nipples before she could react. Her groan carried crystal clear indications that she liked what he was doing.

“We can’t go all the way,” she panted.

He looked up at her, turning his head.

“I know,” he said.

Then he sucked the other nipple.

The music changed to “I Love Rock and Roll” by Joan Jett, but they ignored it. He brought his lips back to hers and these kisses were tender. There was passion in them, but it was controlled passion.