“Well, that’s because only one of us is dressed in the spirit of a pajama party. Others of us are curmudgeons,” she teased.
I got up to throw another log on the fire and started the movie. I dimmed the lights and sat down again next to Lanie, but just a little closer this time.
We were only a few minutes into the movie when she asked if I’d like some of the comforter. I couldn’t pass up a suggestion like that, so I agreed and she threw half of the blanket over my body. In doing so she turned toward me and kind of cuddled up. I could feel those wonderful soft breasts pressed against my upper arm and just froze, hoping she wouldn’t move away.
As the movie progressed we got more warm and comfortable under the comforter. There was something about being covered up that allowed for a closer connection. I couldn’t describe why that was, but it seemed like we were a little freer about touching once we were both under cover, so to speak. Perhaps it was the feeling that you’re hidden from the outside world. But, whatever the case, Lanie liked cuddling and I wasn’t going to dissuade her in any way. At one point she moved her leg up onto mine a little bit. She was close enough that I could detect her subtle scent and hear her breathe.
Suddenly she pulled the comforter off of me.
“Okay, Mister. This isn’t working. You have way too many clothes on and your jeans feel rough against my legs,” she stated emphatically. “Stand up for a minute,” she demanded.
I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I complied with her wishes. I stood in front of her as she threw the comforter aside and sat up in front of me. Without any hesitation she grabbed my belt buckle and began to undo my belt. I looked down into the deep delicious cleavage allowed by my angle from above and her skimpy top and felt a rush of arousal snake through my body.
“These are coming off, mister. I hope you don’t mind,” she stated for the record.
I didn’t mind, but I’m not sure I could have put up much of a fight even if I had. She wasn’t doing this in a particularly sexy way; she just wanted me out of my pants and was determined to make that happen. She unzipped the fly, grabbed the waistband of my jeans and pulled down. I could tell it wasn’t the first time she’d removed a pair of jeans.
I was wearing a tight pair of light gray boxer briefs that were one of my favorites. They were super comfortable, but I also loved the way they collected my cock and balls into a tight round contained package. This fact was not lost on Lanie as I saw her eye the considerable bulge tucked neatly away beneath the smooth stretchy fiber of my underwear. I wasn’t hard by any stretch, but I was beginning to get somewhat aroused. I stepped out of my jeans and she tossed them unceremoniously to the side.
“There. Is that better?” she asked as she scooted back to where she’d been under the comforter. I saw her eyes wander down and ogle my package with a lusty grin. She held up my side so I could settle in next to her.
“Much,” I agreed. This time as she cuddled up next to me again, I put my arm over her head and around her far shoulder and arm. This allowed her to snuggle much closer as she slid her leg up on mine again, her head resting on my chest. Now we were skin on skin and much closer than before.