Sunrise Motel

I followed the slope of my breasts down from my throat, barely touching them. As I watched her wide eyes following my hands, I brought them round beneath the curve and cupped them, bringing my thumbs round to move over stiff small nipples. Her drenched tongue ran moisture over thickly glossed cherry lips as she followed the rhythmic upward lifting of my pert breasts. I folded my arms beneath them, pushing them together to present her with a modest cleavage.

I felt her fingers fumbling keenly beneath the hem of the negligee on the lace tops of my stockings and the satin suspender straps. I moved my hands down over my stomach and rested on the backs of her hands, then holding her wrists, I moved her hands gently but firmly around the curve of my ass cheeks whilst I fixed my eyes on hers. I brought her hands over the lace of my suspender belt and under my negligee over my tight stomach, to emerge with a trembling anticipation underneath the bulge of my breasts. Her hands slid beneath them, thumbs outstretched so the webbing of thumb and forefinger drove against the curve. She moaned as she felt the gentle weight of them against her touch and soon all nervousness was lost as her fingers wandered, following the roundness of the cup, the bumps around the nipple and the stiff bullet at the centre, the upward slope of the chest, the goose pimples everywhere.

All the while, my gaze was being lured to her fabulously large breasts, barely contained within her bra. My hands followed, and soon I was instinctively pulling the substantial straps of her bra away over her shoulders. I ran my fingers along the white lace trim of the cup and slowly peeled the material away. Once released, her pale fleshy mounds parted and trembled, spread wide into two great pools. It was all I could do to hold back from plunging teeth around those delicate pink nipples. Minutes escaped our notice as we ran gentle soothing fingers over each other's breasts, mine modest and pert, hers huge and pliant.