With this compliment, entirely justified as it was, causing Sally to blush furiously.
“That means a lot to me,” she answered in a whisper. “No-one has ever said nice things about the way I look. It makes me feel really funny when you say things like that.
“Mind you,” she smiled, “its only my tits you like. And by the way, I’m going to call them tits, not boobs. Even using language like that makes me feel funny. Anyway, as I said, you’re only focusing on my tits, not the rest of me,” she concluded, with a mock pout.
“Ok, that’s a fair point,” I conceded. “I would agree that I really love your tits. Partly because I’ve never seen any real life ones before. But, as I just said, they are perfect. But I also think, especially when you smile, as you just did, you are really, really, pretty. Your skin is flawless, you’ve got fine delicate features and a bone structure that any woman would die for.”
To this day, I’ve got no idea where this eloquence came from. Possibly the comfort I felt with Sally? I’d certainly never paid any woman compliments like that before. I’d have been too embarrassed, plus fearful of rebuttal or disdain. But with Sally I felt able to express my feelings. And confident they would be well received. In that regard, I was right!
In a display of emotion and physicality I was not expecting (but was hugely welcome) she flung herself at me and held me very very tightly.
“Oh Jack,” she almost sobbed, “that is so sweet. As I just said, no-one has ever said anything as remotely as nice as that to me.”
This embrace was taking place with me stark naked, Sally topless and my erection pressed, almost painfully, between us.
As realisation of this hit, both of us coloured up with embarrassment. But, tellingly, neither of us made any effort to pull apart. Though, sadly, at that stage, neither of us made a move to move things up a level either. Much as we probably both wanted to. But I did have enough confidence to make another suggestion.
“Anyway,” I countered, still holding Sally close, “your original comment is not fair. You’ve seen my cock. But I haven’t seen the rest of you. I think you should strip fully today whilst you watch me wanking.” I smirked.
“Ok,” she answered, after a brief pause and with a nervous croak in her voice. “I think that seems reasonable. If I’m going to see you in all your glory then you should see me. Would you like that?”
“Oh my God yes,” I assured her, letting go of her and lying back on the bed so I could watch her disrobe.
“Actually, before I start,” Sally disclosed, “let me be honest with you. I was being coy, if not childish, when I said I feel “funny”. I can see your arousal,” she laughed, looking at my twitching dick, “but that’s what I feel too. I’m turned on by what we are doing.”
The eloquence of a few moments ago had deserted me. Not trusting myself to speak, but hugely excited by this disclosure, I just nodded, but with a huge grin on my face.
Watching intently I saw Sally, just feet away from me, shrug off her school trousers, followed, after a slight pause, by her knickers. This wasn’t a provocative striptease. But that vision remains indelibly printed on my mind. The first ever completely nude woman that I saw.
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