We walked through the door into the living room. Our house was so small there was not an entry. After walking over to the sofa and turning the lamp on, Patsy kicked her heels off and told me to take my boots off and stay awhile. She had a fine sense of humor and was always joking like that.
She said, “Come sit with me on the sofa. We need to talk about this.”
I sat down and she sat in my lap. “What do we need to talk about?” I asked. “I need to know that you’re comfortable with everything. Do you have any questions or misgivings about where we’re headed?” she replied. “You know we’re very close to crossing a line we can never come back over.”
“No, I understand that we’ll end up in bed together. I have no problem with doing that, just that I am not totally sure about what to do,” I said. “Do you have any misgivings?” I asked.
“None whatever,” she told me.
“I don’t want us to get in a big rush. Slow is much better and more pleasurable. You need to learn how to tease and arouse a woman. Women usually get really worked up slower than a man,” she said. She unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse and put her arms around my neck before telling me, “Let’s start where we were at the drive-in.”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, kissing her deeply, while moving my right hand to her breast again, squeezing gently. She again moaned softly, almost like a cat purring. Moving my hand inside her blouse I again traced her bra cups and nipple bumps. My fingers tried to roll her nipples through the thin fabric, which brought another purring moan. Patsy broke the kiss to say, “Let me take my blouse off and you remove your shirt.”
Removing her blouse let me see her bra. She was wearing a white, lace trimmed, sheer cup bra that appeared to match the panties I’d seen. I could see her areolas and nipples through the thin fabric. The areolas were about the size of a half dollar coin and her nipples were almost as large as the tip of my little finger. The color appeared to be a medium reddish brown. From what I could see, her breasts were magnificent. I had to use two hands to explore these new playthings, one for each.
I had to kiss the valley between her beautiful tits. The skin was satin smooth and so warm. My tongue left a trail from her cleavage up to her chin, before tracing her delectable lips again.
Pulling her into another hug, her breasts were pressed into my bare chest. I was fumbling with the fastener of her bra behind her back. Patsy reached back and quickly solved the problem. Leaning back slightly she said, “Here, let’s get this out of the way.” Removing the bra gave me my first good look at live, bare tits. I was right earlier; they WERE magnificent. I just had to touch them, I just had to feel them, I just had to taste them, I had to kiss them, and I just had to press my face into them all at the same time.
Kissing her tits, licking her areolas and nipples, and sucking and nipping on her nipples all immediately became my new favorite activities. Her breasts were still firm enough to have very little sag, but at the same time were so soft and so warm.