This year I was away from home for my birthday, working in a town I’d not been in for a few years. My old friend Arianne still lived there, though, and a few messages on Facebook and we’d arranged to hang out that night, once my work was done.
She opened the door in a black dress that was cut to show a lot of cleavage, but then Arianne had a lot of cleavage to show. Her breasts are large and soft, pale as milk under moonlight and lightly dusted with a few freckles. I had no time to appreciate that then though, because she pulled me into a hug, squishing her magnificent breasts against me. She let her arms rest on my shoulders but pulled away so she could look at my face. “Good to see you again!” she told me, her pale cheeks blushing with pleasure.
Arianne has long black hair, tinted with blue on the fringe, that hangs to just under her shoulders. She’s short, but still taller than me, with a ripe body and a good, full ass. Her arms and legs aren’t as slender as mine, but they’re very shapely. She has dark green eyes, and a beautiful cupid’s bow mouth with lips as naturally red as raspberries.