And, most importantly, I sensed that she felt the same way. We both had our own agendas while we were home: she was off seeing her old friends, as was I. But when we were in the house, we were tuned into one another, and if we weren’t joking with one another, we were having a serious conversation about some current event or timely topic. I was becoming enraptured with this young lady and it felt like the feeling was mutual.
She was never dressed provocatively, but had the kind of body that was impossible to hide. And she showed it off, nevertheless, in subtle ways. If she wore tight clothing it accentuated the supple curves of her figure. When she wore something looser, it was cut just enough to provide a provocative peek into her delicious cleavage or show off her long lean thighs. She never wore anything overtly sexy, but she didn’t need to.
Now, I’m not exactly a slouch myself. I may be a few months from entering my thirties, but good genes and an active lifestyle have allowed me to keep the slender profile I was born with. I didn’t tower over Lanie at six feet, but I loved thinking that a good pair of heels would bring us onto an almost even playing field. My brown locks were lighter than Lanie’s and I needed to visit a barber soon. But it was getting so I didn’t want to miss any opportunity to be around Lanie. Who knew when I might see her again?
Our cat and mouse game continued through the Christmas week. Light touches and sexy giggles became the norm. One evening when I was on cooking duty, she leaned up against me to see what I was doing and I felt the generous flesh of a big soft boob press against my elbow. Another time she leaned over in front of me in a loose sweater and I saw the soft round globes of her luscious breasts bulging out of a low cut black bra. Again, there was never anything overt or overstated. Our flirtations were under cover and masked in subtlety.
Two incidents from that trip home still resonate strongly with me. The first incident was accidental and momentary, but will be a visual memory that will stay with me forever. Lanie and I were sharing a bathroom and one evening after I’d been reading in bed for a bit, I got up to go to the bathroom. The light was on and the door was ajar, so I assumed it was empty. I pushed the door open and there stood Lanie, brushing her teeth. She was wearing a tight pink top that was low cut and embraced and accentuated her luscious cleavage. She stopped as she turned to look at me with the toothbrush still in her mouth. As we stared at one another over those brief few seconds, a dollop of toothpaste spittle dropped from her lips onto the bulging upper slopes of her breasts. She didn’t turn away and didn’t smile. She just looked at me.
I was embarrassed and enthralled at the same time. She looked so innocent, but so fucking sexy. My eyes went from hers, to her mouth, to her breasts where they stayed for a moment too long. I finally muttered some kind of apology and backed out and closed the door. The sight of that white foamy saliva dropping onto her bosomy flesh is an image engrained in my brain for all time.