She looked at me in mock anger. Her wet dress was clinging to her shaply body. She was a gift from heaven. I kept staring at her wet shirt that was showing her outline of her bra. She wanted to go back home so I came out and started to get dressed. She was worried about her wet cloths but I told her that strong air will dry them soon.
After that incident I felt that she was not minding my touching her too much. On return she went in her room to change and I sat down to catch news on TV. She appeared again and told me that her parent were sleeping and she has nothing to keep busy. Now she was wearing a pair of thin, tight shorts, and her legs were bare. Her front groin was stuck to her front, creatind an erotic triangle area. Above it was a sleeveless t-shirt that was holding the body tightly. The tight-fitting shirt spun on the bra straps behind the back. She sat down with me and started chatting without mentioning anything about river.
Suddenly she looked at me and said:- You have a few white hairs friend. If you pull them you will look young.
– I know but I can’t search them all by myself
She thought a little and said: – Well, let me pull your hair then.
She quickly went to get the tweezers from her room. After return she intended to stand behind me, but I told her to stand in front is better. She obediently climbed onto my thighs, her legs kneeled on both sides of me, and her arms digging through my hair in search.
– A lot uncle, no one pick for you?
– No one, are you giving up Anju.
She smiled and meticulously traced each small strand of hair, pulled out the deep strands of hair with tweezers between a few white strands.
While she worked, my hands of course refused to lie still, comfortably caressing her thigh. The hand gradually moved upwards, and soon it was settled on her butt. Because of letting me touch her thighs, of course, touching the buttocks is not too much, Anju was still working intently with deep hair pulling, leaving me to touch her.
– you are very pretty, I said
– I’m not pretty, some of my friends are prettier
As if remembering something, I asked her: – do you have a boy friend
– I’m still a kid, plus …
– plus what?
– There are people flirting with me, but their gazes are all over my body, I don’t like it.
– good … you know the difference between people
In her new position her chest is reigning right in front of me as if inviting. I rubbed her buttocks and slightly pushed her closer, the distance narrowed. I lightly touched the round breasts over the shirt. Her hands were busy, so she could not push me away, only to leaned back slightly. But I just pulled her back when she moved a little away.
– Let me pluck, she said quietly.
– Just pluck, leave me alone.
The two of us kept using bracing for a while, in the end she gave in, letting her press her chest to my face. I inhaled the scent of her body, my head kept wiggling against her breasts, making me feel the softness and elasticity of her chest.
Unknowingly from below, my hand slipped into her short pants, and massaged her round buttocks. The thin underwear was not enough to cover up her hips. Her smooth and cool skin made me more and more enchanted. Seeing that her shorts were entangled, I tried to pull them down, but she held them back.