Chaste kisses
“Thanks,” she said, accepting a mug of coffee. “Ah, just the
smell hits the spot.”
She sipped her coffee, and I sat down to sip mine, sitting far
enough from her on the couch that I could look at her. Her nose jewelry
still fascinated me, but so did the shapes of her thinly clad legs and
the nipples that protruded so visibly under her thin sweater.
She looked frankly at me over her coffee mug and then grinned and
put it down. “Want a kiss?”
“OK,” I said, and she shifted over to sit next to me, kissing me
gently on the lips.
We sat side-by side, sipping our coffee and talking quietly, and I
slowly relaxed. We kissed again, sipped some more coffee, talked some
more, and then kissed again. I enjoyed her kisses, but I didn’t push.
Chaste kisses were enough.
We finished our coffee, set down our mugs, and kissed again, and
suddenly, our kissing was very unchaste. My tongue parted her lips, or
did she part her lips and invite my tongue in. Her tongue met mine, and
then surged into my mouth. I could feel the hard nubs of the jewelry she
wore through her tongue, but they turned out to be nice, something to
feel and play with while we kissed.
She squirmed into my lap as we kissed, and then I fell back,
letting her press herself against me as she lay on top of me on the
couch. I was getting excited, and her sweater was soft and invited
touching. As I ran my hands over Susan’s back, it was very obvious that
the sweater and tights were all she was wearing. Her fanny was soft and
round under my touch, her back seemed long, and the sides of her breasts
were soft and warm.
As my hands found the sides of her breasts, she lifted herself,
inviting me to touch her breasts, and I enjoyed the sensation of rubbing
the hard round knobs of her nipples through her sweater. I remembered
that she’d said that they were pierced, but other than their size, I
couldn’t feel anything unusual about them.