We dry-humped for a few minutes, my hands on her hips, balancing her, guiding her, then slid my hands up her sides, to her ribs, and slowly began to caress her sides, making sure not to actually touch her breasts.
Her breasts were big and round enough that they stretched the sides of her camisole, and it was actually difficult to run my hands up her sides without making intimate contact. Somehow it’s one thing to be hugging or grinding, and quite another to actively use your hands, isn’t it? I began to caress the round sides of her breasts, very lightly and carefully, waiting for a reaction from her, wondering if she’d decide that I’d just reached a line, that she didn’t want to go any further.
But that signal never came. I continued to run my fingertips along the sides of her breasts, and then started to draw a line underneath her mounds, determining just how large and soft they were, and then suddenly she daringly pulled both of her tops off, exposing her bare breasts for me.
I gasped.
Other than my wife, I hadn’t seen a bare-breasted woman in the flesh since high school, and here she was, wanting to expose herself to me, to share an intimate view of herself with me.
Very slowly I rested the backs of my fingers against her stomach, and ran them up to the bottom of her rib cage, then up further, until my index fingers reached the undersides of her breasts, hanging there, waiting for my touch.
I let my fingertips gently stroke the curves of the bottom of her mounds, lightly, very lightly. Applying a bit of pressure, I coaxed them to jiggle for me, and she sighed contentedly.
It had been years since she had been with her husband, and longer since she had been touched that way, so her senses were heightened and every touch sent thrills thru her.
I was in a similar situation, it had been a long time since I had been with someone who truly appreciated my attention.
Additionally, she was statuesque, her breasts were a breast man’s delight. Just the right size, soft, a healthy amount of sag, and tight hard nipples surrounded by large red aerolas. Visually and tactilely they couldn’t have been improved upon.
They bounced as she laughed, swayed in front of me when she leaned forward. When she twisted slightly, offering one of them for me to kiss, I wasted no time, our moans filled the room.
She giggled when she tried to smother me between them, and gasped herself as I thrust against her.
She slid her breasts down from my face, my neck, chest…. Kissing me as our face met again. I felt her curves against my chest – they were so warm!
And then she kept going…..
She slipped off my lap and knelt down between my legs. Her breasts brushed my stomach as her lips covered my neck, and then my chest. She then leaned back and let her fingers dance down my chest to the waist of my jeans. My glance moved between her face, her breasts and her hands on me.
Her fingertips undid the snap above my zipper, then let them wander down both sides of my zipper, following but avoiding direct contact w the ridge itself, throbbing in front of her.
As her fingertips reached the tops of my thighs, her fingertips started to move toward each other, down the insides of my thighs, which, already open for her to kneel between, opened even further. Then they started to dance back up my legs, and as they approached each other, she moved slower and slower, so as to lengthen the anticipation of them touching me intimately.
Inside my jeans, I was completely and fully erect, rock hard and throbbing, aching to be released from the tight confines. Normally that would be all I had been thinking about, but my eyes had other plans for my brain, as I watched her tease me, her breasts moving up and down my thighs and her fingertips playing in the vicinity of my crotch.
When would she actually touch me? How would she do it? What would she touch?
From her point of view, she couldn’t tell how close I was to exploding. She could just hear me groaning and feel my hips buckle.
I don’t know when the shift changed from just making out to an unavoidable sexual connection, but it was now unstoppable. I could see in her eyes that the words of her emails about loving all things sexual and how much she missed it were absolutely true. She clearly wanted me and for my part, I wanted her.
And then it happened.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bok69y/surviving_my_first_craigslist_encounter_f_pt_3
Well written!!!
If you listen closely, you’ll hear me groaning as well. Lol can’t wait for the next one. Enjoyed this very much! :>