Chapter 445

I was struck once again by the fact that kissing Brittney was enjoyable, but I didn’t feel that spark like when I’d first made out with any of my girlfriends. Maybe, with some more time, I could have developed that spark with the petite brunette. If there had been time to gather some kindling for the spark to catch on to, to help grow the fire. I liked kissing her. She was a good kisser, very responsive, and the short little moans she mumbled out were just as cute as the way she snorted or blushed.

Her hands rubbed my chest and felt my biceps. I naturally started to rub her outer thighs through her tights, my hands travelling under her baggy flannel shirt to her hips, and then up to her bare waist.

“Hmmm-mmmm,” Brittney moaned into my mouth, catching my lower lip between hers and sucking on it hard as she reached back with both her hands to grab mine, guiding me to slide my hands from her waist to her ass. I took a firm grip of her tight little butt, hands still under the back of her shirt, and she groaned into our kiss some more in a decidedly sexual, chesty way.

“Picture,” I eventually reminded her, muttering it between duels of our tongues, and she grunted her wordless acknowledgement and fumbled for her phone, eventually managing to find it. She didn’t remove her lips from mine; instead, just tilting her head at an angle to mine and opening one eye to manipulate her phone into camera mode, then she was right back into making out with me as she blindly took half a dozen pictures.

“Mkay,” she murmured, though she kept kissing. She did that two more times, her ass cheeks clenching under my hands as she made little dry humping thrusts at me. “Alright,” she finally gasped, pulling her lips back from me. We were both panting a little from the five-minute or longer kiss. Brittney was looking at me with dreamy, half-hooded eyes and bit her lower lip hard, but quickly looked around at the same time I did.

No one had come into this part of the gate waiting area. The closest people were a good forty yards away at the next gate over. No one seemed to be eyeballing the two people who had been making out like fiends.

“Fuck it,” Brittney said, turning back to me and quickly starting to undo buttons on her flannel shirt. Her eyes flashed up from her task to meet my gaze, and seeing that I was grinning encouragingly, she grinned as well and kept going until she had the shirt undone down to her sternum. Then she quickly pulled the two sides apart, showing off that she hadn’t been wearing a bra under the baggy shirt. Not that she really needed one - she had a build like Terra, petite and almost flat-chested with a pair of cute little pink, puffy nipples that were standing at attention. She obviously wasn’t as athletic as Terra, lacking the abs or her firm, muscled butt, but she was still a gorgeous, tight little package.

“Damn, you’re cute and sexy in all the right ways,” I grunted, sighing and feasting my eyes on what she was showing me before looking back up to her face.

“You think so?” she asked, biting the corner of her lower lip, nervously judging my reaction. Her lack in the boob department was obviously a sensitive spot for her.

“I know so,” I assured her. “You’re sexy as fuck, Brittney. I hope no one ever tries to make you feel differently.”

“Thanks,” she grinned. “Um, OK, picture...”