“Wow,” was all I could say.
She sat next to me again, kissed me, and then spoke quietly. “You
can touch them if you want. Half the fun of titrings is the stimulation.
You don’t have to worry about hurting [...]
“I’m hot,” I said.
Susan broke the kiss and pulled back to smile down at me as I
touched her nipples. “You’re still dressed for the slopes. Let me help
you off with that sweater.”
As I sat up, she pulled my ski sweater off over my head, and then
chuckled. “Want to see my titrings?”
“OK,” I said, as she reached for the fanny pack she’d left beside
the couch.
“I usually wear little titrings, but they don’t look good under
tight sweaters like this,” she said, rummaging through her fanny pack.
“In the right company,” she went on, pulling something out of her pack,
“this is a fun way to wear them.”
She held up a pair of largish rings, something like large hoop
earrings. While I watched, she slid a ring into its place, right through
the knit material of her sweater and obviously through the flesh of her
nipple, in one side and out the other, and then she did the same on the
other side. Half of me wanted to feel grossed out as I watched, but I
was also fascinated and even excited by what I saw.
“Like the look?” she asked, throwing back her shoulders as she
posed for me. The rings dangled in front of her chest, holding my
attention on the her breasts and amplifying her smallest motion with
their swinging and sparkling.
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