The following week, my thoughts still consumed by the tantalizing memories, I decided to invite her over to my place. She was excited to come over, mentioning she had a few free hours between her university classes. As soon as she arrived, I could hardly believe my eyes. She wore a tight white crop top that barely contained her 32B breasts, her nipples visibly hard through the thin fabric. A short, flirty skirt completed her look, exposing her long, slender legs and hinting at the treasures hidden beneath.
As she stepped inside, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “You look amazing,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.
She blushed slightly, a coy smile playing on her lips. “Thank you. I’ve been thinking about you,” she replied, her voice soft and inviting.
We sat on the couch, and the tension between us was palpable. I moved closer, my hand gently brushing against her thigh. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” I admitted, my fingers tracing small circles on her skin.
She leaned into me, her breath warm against my neck. “Show me,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine.
Without another word, I leaned in and captured her lips with mine. The kiss was slow and deep, filled with the unspoken desire that had been building between us. My hands roamed her body, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. I slipped my hand under her crop top, cupping her breast and feeling her nipple harden under my touch. She moaned softly, her body arching into my hand.
