[Based on a very hot encounter. I’m splitting this into two parts because it was getting pretty long.]
I was in town for a while, so I thought it’d be a good opportunity to catch up with M. We’d spoken on and off since I moved, but hadn’t seen each other in quite a while. I knew she harbored a hot little crush for me in the past, but I wasn’t sure whether it still smoldered. So, I had no real expectations—I was only looking forward to spending some quality time together.
M came over fairly late into the night—10 PM or so. I had already had a few drinks, so I was feeling talkative and confident. She was wearing a nice, tight pair of jeans and a half-buttoned flannel with a cami underneath. I could tell she was wearing a push-up bra too. M had small tits, but they were pushed together tightly, making for a small but sweet peek at her cleavage. I think she caught me sneaking a glance after we hugged, because she blushed and turned away shyly. I realized then that I might just see every bit of M’s body tonight.