I don’t know if Wendy would have enjoyed having her back scratched or not as it didn’t dawn on me to try. My thick fingered hands roaming over her skin was welcome though, I dare say.
As was my lips and tongue kissing and pressing the delicate skin down her neck, across her collar bone and to the mound of her modest bra encased breast.
The bra in question was a delicate thing. Wendy wasn’t full breasted enough to need much support and I think it was more for modesty than any actual need. The thin strap on her right shoulder easily slipped down her arm ahead of my questing mouth. The thin material of the cup bent easily ahead of my chin.
I’d stopped caring if she was kissing me back or not, which was just as well since she had her head thrown back, her forehead pressed against the roof of the car, her hands alternately caressing and raking my broad back.
“Feels good.” Wendy whispered. “Feels really, really good. Wait. Lean back.”
Puzzled and afraid I’d done too much since the bent cup exposed the top arc of the areola, and feeling a twinge of guilt that I’d gone so much further than I’d ever dreamed I would allow myself short of my honeymoon bed, I leaned back and took my arms away, fully expecting her to climb off and reach for her sweater somewhere in the floorboard behind her.
I was wrong.
Wendy didn’t reach behind her. Not for her sweater, nor to unlatch her bra. She didn’t have to for the latter since it was held with a plastic clip in the front. A deft twist of her fingers between her modest breasts and she was even more exposed above the waist than I was with my shirt waded somewhere behind my ass.
Her arms swung behind her for a brief moment, letting the thin straps slide down her arms to join her sweater between my feet in the floorboard.
“Now.” She said with that familiar sardonic lift on the left side of her mouth. “Where were we?”
I couldn’t have answered, staring at my first real life nipple tipped scoops of flesh, which was just as well since I wasn’t given a chance.
Wendy half fell, half leaned over me, pressing her bared breasts in my face. I didn’t mind at all. Kissing nude breasts was my new all time favorite contact sport. And I went at it with much more enthusiasm than skill.
“Ow!” Wendy said. “Not so rough. They’re attached and really sensitive. Gently, please. Gently!”
I paused mauling her tits with my right hand completely covering the scoop of flesh on her left and about half of her right in my mouth. I don’t mean the nipple. I mean I’d started at the nipple, worked my way past the puffy areola, and sucked half her right tit inside my mouth and had been working on seeing if I could get the rest in there.
“Sorry.” I said once my mouth was clear of breast meat. “Got a little excited.”
“It’s okay.” Wendy said. “I like that I can excite you like this. But,… Well, don’t forget you are incredibly strong. You could easily hurt me by accident. Maybe badly.”
Chastened, I caressed her with my hands and admired her nude flesh from every angle I could manage pressed back in the passenger seat with her kneeling above me.