Chapter 2197 Crazy Sex: The Key To Las Vegas:>Ep2
- I suppose I was like most men that met her: it was her breasts that first caught my attention. She wasn't actually all that busty, when I eventually checked the label on her bra, I found she only wore a 30 C, but on her tiny body, she appeared more well-endowed. She had a bottom that filled out the bottom end of a bikini as well as her breasts filled out the top -- and it was easy to see heads turn when she walked by.
- Sexually, until recently, we had always seemed to be in sync. Our first date had been an impromptu group affair, and when I sensed that she was as intrigued by me as I was by her -- I asked her out the next day. She readily accepted, and on our second date, our first "real" date, we ended the evening with a walk along the beach in the dunes. Half a mile down the beach on a warm summer night, shoes in one hand, her hand in my other, when she said, "Wanna go swimming?" it didn't take a brain surgeon to know she was talking about right here, right now, and before I even had time to think about it she'd stripped her clothes off running naked ahead of me into the water.
- Being pint-sized as she was (I often joked that she was small enough that I could keep her in my hip pocket) it was easy to catch her and lift her into my arms. Her arms went around my neck, and at least one of my arms was under her, holding her, while my other hand fondled her breasts and our mouths fought each other for supremacy. I would have fucked her standing there in the water, but she wasn't having that. When I tried to lift into her, she reached down and pushed my erection aside, leaving no doubt that we weren't going to have sex, or at least we weren't going to fuck. After perhaps 10 minutes in the cool water, she pulled away from me, grabbed my hand and we headed for shore.