“Well...what would you be willing to show me?”

“Well…..I think I could take my top off, but, hey, I'm leaving the bra on.”



CHAPTER TWO

I clouded my face momentarily. “That's not exactly fair, I am naked from the waist down. Is it not just to have a look?”

She said, “Ok ok, fine, bra off. Can I touch your….thing?”

I think my eyes must have gone wide because she started to back step her words but I stopped her. “Yeah…..if you want to.”

We both sat rock still. I could hear only the beating of my heartbeat in my ears and the throbbing of my cock which sounded like the tick tock of a grandfather clock in my head. She started to shift and lifted her shirt over her head. Her bra was plain black and had a front clip.

I watched her fingers work to undo the clip and my mind reeled. As it came undone and her bra fell away, my eyes took in the swell of her breast, capped by big sized nipples which were hard. I couldn't look away as she settled back down, watching them shift and jiggle.

It was like a wonder of the world in my eyes, like the Christmas present you have always dreamt of having. It makes sense as through my life I found I am totally a boob guy.

Suddenly I felt her finger tips on my stomach again as they traced imaginary lines down.

She kept looking between me and my cock and her finger tips continued. She traced a line starting at the base and started to trace up, feeling the veins, my body shook as her finger-tip grazed along the rim of the helmet around to the bottom, feeling like I might cum just at the slightest touch.

As her finger came down, she opened her hand more and wrapped her hand around the base, feeling her warm palm wrapped around me. I was struggling to stop the impending orgasm. Slowly she slid up my cock, and that was all it took. I groaned loudly with no chance to warn her.

She later told me it was insane feeling my cock pulse as the threads of cum shot up, her hand was at the top so I watched as spurts pulsed over her palm and up onto my chest, most getting caught by her palm, feeling it slide back down across my cock as she worked her hand down. I struggled to breathe from what was the most intense orgasm of my life at that time.

She sat quietly, softly stroking my cock as it started to shrink in her hands, a few more droplets of cum working out into her hand. She again got up and got a wash cloth but this time she sat and started to clean me up herself. Her hands shifted my balls to wipe away all the cum that had slid down.

It was with an unending fantasy as I watched her put her bra back on. I could only hope I would get a chance to see those tits (which I found out later were C cups which were big for her age) – those glorious mounds again.

Conversations for the rest of the afternoon focused mostly on our upcoming visit to our annoying cousins who lived in Ibadan and what we might get to do with Popsie in the coming days. We took a trip to the pool and enjoyed the warm sun. Dad came home and we all went out to dinner at a favorite local joint.

The evening was spent watching movies until Popsie went to bed and we started to get the couch bed out for the night. I knew my hopes of a repeat of the afternoon were slight but I could still feel my hard on growing as we got ready.

Elizabeth came out of the bathroom in a long t-shirt and I couldn't tell what else, until she jumped into bed and I saw a flash of black panties.




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“Hi,” said Bobby. He looked at her and smiled.

She sat, pale and stunned. She felt like she was tumbling through the air, now, instead of floating.

“You look good,” he said, still smiling.

Her heart thumped. Her nipples tingled.

It took fifteen seconds of further silence before she saw his smile become a frown of concern.

“Are you okay? What happened? Did he find out what we were doing?”

She forced out a simple, “No.” That tiny amount of movement allowed her to move more and she inhaled deeply. She realized she’d been holding her breath.

“Well, something’s wrong. I can see it,” he said.

“Yes,” she said. Her planned speech was nowhere to be found.

She saw impatience on his young face, but then he calmed. He just sat there. It was obvious he was waiting, giving her time to say whatever she was going to say.

“I didn’t intend for this to happen,” she blurted.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I like you,” she moaned.

“Well, that’s good, because I like you, too,” he responded.

She felt an upwelling of something luscious inside her. It was almost like an orgasm, but not nearly as strong. It was warm, though, and filled her with a sweet sensation that made her instantly Hot.

“I think I love you,” she groaned.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to push him away, not confess how she felt.

Bobby sat there. Her confession started a chain of events in his mind that spanned a light year, but took only seconds to travel. The most advanced super computer could not have processed the information faster. Data was crunched and the output was simple.

Her being in love with him was strange ... but fine. He might feel the same way about her. Deciding that might take a little longer, but this ... was not a problem.

“Okay,” he said. “What does that mean?”

The decided lack of romanticism in his response cooled some of the warmth that had flooded through her. Her mind was loosed and she was, quite suddenly, back in control. The circumstances had changed, though, and her approach adapted as well.

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, Bobby,” she said. “I’m not supposed to be in love with you. This is a bad thing!”




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"Hi,” said Bobby. He looked at her and smiled.

She sat, pale and stunned. She felt like she was tumbling through the air, now, instead of floating.

“You look good,” he said, still smiling.

Her heart thumped. Her nipples tingled.

It took fifteen seconds of further silence before she saw his smile become a frown of concern.

“Are you okay? What happened? Did he find out what we were doing?”

She forced out a simple, “No.” That tiny amount of movement allowed her to move more and she inhaled deeply. She realized she’d been holding her breath.

“Well, something’s wrong. I can see it,” he said.

“Yes,” she said. Her planned speech was nowhere to be found.

She saw impatience on his young face, but then he calmed. He just sat there. It was obvious he was waiting, giving her time to say whatever she was going to say.

“I didn’t intend for this to happen,” she blurted.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I like you,” she moaned.

“Well, that’s good, because I like you, too,” he responded.

She felt an upwelling of something luscious inside her. It was almost like an orgasm, but not nearly as strong. It was warm, though, and filled her with a sweet sensation that made her instantly Hot.

“I think I love you,” she groaned.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to push him away, not confess how she felt.

Bobby sat there. Her confession started a chain of events in his mind that spanned a light year, but took only seconds to travel. The most advanced super computer could not have processed the information faster. Data was crunched and the output was simple.

Her being in love with him was strange ... but fine. He might feel the same way about her. Deciding that might take a little longer, but this ... was not a problem.

“Okay,” he said. “What does that mean?”

The decided lack of romanticism in his response cooled some of the warmth that had flooded through her. Her mind was loosed and she was, quite suddenly, back in control. The circumstances had changed, though, and her approach adapted as well.

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, Bobby,” she said. “I’m not supposed to be in love with you. This is a bad thing!”




Naughty by choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

“Hi,” said Bobby. He looked at her and smiled.

She sat, pale and stunned. She felt like she was tumbling through the air, now, instead of floating.

“You look good,” he said, still smiling.

Her heart thumped. Her nipples tingled.

It took fifteen seconds of further silence before she saw his smile become a frown of concern.

“Are you okay? What happened? Did he find out what we were doing?”

She forced out a simple, “No.” That tiny amount of movement allowed her to move more and she inhaled deeply. She realized she’d been holding her breath.

“Well, something’s wrong. I can see it,” he said.

“Yes,” she said. Her planned speech was nowhere to be found.

She saw impatience on his young face, but then he calmed. He just sat there. It was obvious he was waiting, giving her time to say whatever she was going to say.

“I didn’t intend for this to happen,” she blurted.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I like you,” she moaned.

“Well, that’s good, because I like you, too,” he responded.

She felt an upwelling of something luscious inside her. It was almost like an orgasm, but not nearly as strong. It was warm, though, and filled her with a sweet sensation that made her instantly Hot.

“I think I love you,” she groaned.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to push him away, not confess how she felt.

Bobby sat there. Her confession started a chain of events in his mind that spanned a light year, but took only seconds to travel. The most advanced super computer could not have processed the information faster. Data was crunched and the output was simple.

Her being in love with him was strange ... but fine. He might feel the same way about her. Deciding that might take a little longer, but this ... was not a problem.

“Okay,” he said. “What does that mean?”

The decided lack of romanticism in his response cooled some of the warmth that had flooded through her. Her mind was loosed and she was, quite suddenly, back in control. The circumstances had changed, though, and her approach adapted as well.

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, Bobby,” she said. “I’m not supposed to be in love with you. This is a bad thing!”




Naughty by choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

The past few days of intense introspection had brought her to the point where she knew she had made some serious mistakes, the first of which was settling for Bayo, and the second of which was letting Bobby Alashe wiggle and wag his way into her heart. She was miserable and she didn’t like feeling this way.

Bayo was easy. She knew what she was going to do with him. She had a pretty good idea of how that would play out. Bayo would cease to be a problem for her.

Bobby Alashe, on the other hand, was a complication which she had no idea what to do about. Part of her mind had settled irrevocably on making Bobby the father of the child that was a firm part of her revenge on Bayo. Just sending him to prison wasn’t enough. She had to flaunt a baby in his face, and she had to be able to hiss, “The father is Bobby Alashe!” So she had to keep Bobby in her life, at least until she was sure she was with child.

Another part of her quailed at the thought of keeping Bobby in her life. That part recognized that her attraction to him would only grow, flower, and get further out of control. She couldn’t afford to fall in love with Bobby, assuming she wasn’t already in love with him.

Her mind still warred about that. She discounted her memories of Toby. She told herself she was too young, back then, to know what love really was. Her memories of those feelings were also vague and misty. She wasn’t sure what romantic love really felt like.

She wasn’t sure what she hoped to accomplish by meeting with him. Her subconscious mind had convinced her, though, that it needed to happen. She didn’t know what she was going to say to him. She just knew that she needed to convince him that everything had to be unromantic ... needed to be practical ... should be detached.

What she was actually trying to do was convince herself.

She got there half an hour early and then sat, practicing saying things like, “We’ve had fun, but that’s all it was, all it can ever be. You know that, right?”

She was anxious, and bored. People occasionally walked past the car, on their way to the side entrance to the mall. They looked so normal, going about their day without a care in the world. Nobody paid any attention to her. She felt invisible, like she was floating above it all, watching others live their lives.

Then his car pulled up next to hers and her heart leapt in her chest. Within seconds her pulse went from sixty-five beats per minute to a hundred and twenty. He turned his head and smiled at her and she felt her shoulders sag as she went weak. He got out, closed his door and opened the passenger door of her car. She felt the vehicle dip as he sat down. She smelled his presence.

Everything fled from her mind as the truth hit her like a ton of bricks.

It was too late. She was already in too deep. There was no evading it.

She was in love with Bobby Alashe. Instinct shouted it at her. She had gone to the edge of the cliff to see the view, and the edge had crumbled under her feet. Helplessly, she had fallen hard.

It hadn’t been instant, like falling off that cliff. It had happened in slow motion. But it had only taken a mere week’s time for her to fall.

“Hi,” said Bobby. He looked at her and smiled.

She sat, pale and stunned. She felt like she was tumbling through the air, now, instead of floating.




Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

The past few days of intense introspection had brought her to the point where she knew she had made some serious mistakes, the first of which was settling for Bayo, and the second of which was letting Bobby Alashe wiggle and wag his way into her heart. She was miserable and she didn’t like feeling this way.

Bayo was easy. She knew what she was going to do with him. She had a pretty good idea of how that would play out. Bayo would cease to be a problem for her.

Bobby Alashe, on the other hand, was a complication which she had no idea what to do about. Part of her mind had settled irrevocably on making Bobby the father of the child that was a firm part of her revenge on Bayo. Just sending him to prison wasn’t enough. She had to flaunt a baby in his face, and she had to be able to hiss, “The father is Bobby Alashe!” So she had to keep Bobby in her life, at least until she was sure she was with child.

Another part of her quailed at the thought of keeping Bobby in her life. That part recognized that her attraction to him would only grow, flower, and get further out of control. She couldn’t afford to fall in love with Bobby, assuming she wasn’t already in love with him.

Her mind still warred about that. She discounted her memories of Toby. She told herself she was too young, back then, to know what love really was. Her memories of those feelings were also vague and misty. She wasn’t sure what romantic love really felt like.

She wasn’t sure what she hoped to accomplish by meeting with him. Her subconscious mind had convinced her, though, that it needed to happen. She didn’t know what she was going to say to him. She just knew that she needed to convince him that everything had to be unromantic ... needed to be practical ... should be detached.

What she was actually trying to do was convince herself.

She got there half an hour early and then sat, practicing saying things like, “We’ve had fun, but that’s all it was, all it can ever be. You know that, right?”

She was anxious, and bored. People occasionally walked past the car, on their way to the side entrance to the mall. They looked so normal, going about their day without a care in the world. Nobody paid any attention to her. She felt invisible, like she was floating above it all, watching others live their lives.

Then his car pulled up next to hers and her heart leapt in her chest. Within seconds her pulse went from sixty-five beats per minute to a hundred and twenty. He turned his head and smiled at her and she felt her shoulders sag as she went weak. He got out, closed his door and opened the passenger door of her car. She felt the vehicle dip as he sat down. She smelled his presence.

Everything fled from her mind as the truth hit her like a ton of bricks.

It was too late. She was already in too deep. There was no evading it.

She was in love with Bobby Alashe. Instinct shouted it at her. She had gone to the edge of the cliff to see the view, and the edge had crumbled under her feet. Helplessly, she had fallen hard.

It hadn’t been instant, like falling off that cliff. It had happened in slow motion. But it had only taken a mere week’s time for her to fall.

“Hi,” said Bobby. He looked at her and smiled.

She sat, pale and stunned. She felt like she was tumbling through the air, now, instead of floating.




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Not wanting this to stop I did that, but after a few minutes I opened my eyes slightly and saw that one of her hands was on her right breast, rubbing in circles softly and her breathing was heavier than before. I closed my eyes again and focused on cumming. My groans got louder and I felt the bed shift as my cum started to fly up across my chest again.

I heard Elizabeth gasp, assuming she was shocked again and felt the pleasure of release wash over me. My eyes opened and again Elizabeth was flushed and breathing hard. She jumped up and ran into the bathroom. She reappeared a minute later with a wet washcloth and offered it to me to clean myself up. As I did, she watched. I could tell something was on her mind but she didn't say it.

This series of events continued very similar for the next two days and as each time would happen my courage started to grow. A ‘teaching moment’ for her finally brought me to asking mine. I had started to extend the sessions because I was loving the build-up and suddenly Elizabeth spoke out.

“What makes it jump so much? I watch it slightly bounce and time sometimes it jumps so much from your stomach and straight up.”

She didn't seem to know that I could control that with my muscles, and this seemed to be an opening. “Well….when something excites it, it jumps higher.”

This seemed to only bring a more confused look as she continued, “So….what excites it more than not?”

I answered: “I don't know, sometimes thoughts, sometimes sensations.” Well, I believed this was quite true.

“So...like if I ran my fingers across your stomach like this?”

I felt her finger tips graze across my stomach, just below my belly button. My cock jumped slightly and she smiled.

“Yeah...that is definitely a way.”

She started to trail her hands lower and was swirling her fingers about three inches north of my cock when I finally asked: “You have seen a lot of me and I have never seen much of a naked girl in my life. Do you think I could see something?”

“Well...what are you thinking?”

“Well...what would you be willing to show me?”

“Well…..I think I could take my top off, but, hey, I'm leaving the bra on.”





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https://okadabooks.com/book/about/it-started-with-a-look/46103

I was eating my breakfast when Elizabeth got up and went to the bathroom. She came out as popsie was leaving for work. He dropped some money on the table and said we should buy lunch with it, and he would be back in the evening. Elizabeth came over and ate some breakfast too. I sat there wondering what she would say, maybe it would go back to normal, but I was hoping she might bring up last night.

She wrinkled her nose. “What was up with the lotion on the toilet this morning?” she asked.

“Oh…sometimes I need to take care of certain things in the morning.”

“Well...maybe you should wake me up next time. I want to learn some more.”

I felt the tingles instantly in my cock as it started to rise, but we continued our breakfast. The rest of the morning was spent cleaning up our mess and watching tv. Later, we bought ‘swallow’ food for lunch. As we were finishing up, Elizabeth shut off the tv.

“So…..how often do you play with yourself?” she asked.

I was not surprised by the question. “I don’t know. It depends on the day, I think a lot, sometimes three or four times a day”

“Well…..are you going to do it again before daddy comes home?”

“It depends, but for you, I think I can.”

“Are you going to use lotion this time?”

“I don’t know, I don’t usually use the lotion because it can be messy. However, it makes me feel better.”

“I think you should use lotion. It would be interesting to see.”

It felt so weird grabbing the lotion and getting ready. We laid on the bed and I pulled my trousers and boxers down. I was already hard and my cock sprung forth, my heart beat causing it to pulse. Elizabeth slid noticeably closer and down so she was more towards my throbbing cock. I spurted a few shots of lotion into my palm and started to rub it up and down, I found my eyes again glancing towards her. Her breathing was labored and I could tell she was feeling ‘somehow’ as her eyes focused on my cock and my hand.

Her hand was moving lower and suddenly she looked up and loudly said “Don’t look at me! Close your eyes and think of someone else.”

Not wanting this to stop I did that, but after a few minutes I opened my eyes slightly and saw that one of her hands was on her right breast, rubbing in circles softly and her breathing was heavier than before. I closed my eyes again and focused on cumming. My groans got louder and I felt the bed shift as my cum started to fly up across my chest again.





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After Popsie headed out, I went into the master bathroom and climbed into a hot shower, feeling the water wash away the sticky cum from my cock brought back memories from the night prior. Feeling Lizzy’s warm palm wrapped around my cock, my hand feeling her skin, the warmth of her breast, the roughness of her hard nipple. Aching to do more but enjoying every minute.

I started to rub my cock aching for another release when I remembered Elizabeth’s comment to always let her know. Groaning I left myself hard and aching as I turned off the water.

I came out of the bathroom with just a baggy pair of shorts on and found Elizabeth eating breakfast. She smiled as I came in. My eyes dashed down to take in her clothes, noticing the tight tank top and the short jean shorts she was wearing. Knowing what was under her top made me wish I could rip it off her right there.

We had plans today to take the bus to the mall and go bum around at the arcade so I quickly gobbled up some cereal and we locked up and headed to the bus stop. Being a busy bus line, it was standing room only. When the first seat opened up, I let Elizabeth take it. I was standing holding the bars near her with my eyes closed listening to the hum of the bus.

Pictures of Elizabeth’s breasts were dancing in my mind's eye, thinking about how it felt as she had grasped my cock and softly stroked up and down. Remembering the feeling of every rope of cum bursting from my cock and knowing it had laid down strips up and down Elizabeth’s body, even landing in her mouth. I became acutely aware that I was getting hard fast, being much warmer than my home town, I was wearing baggy shorts and a muscle shirt. This was a mistake.

I had been facing outward but quickly turned around and realized I was now a mere foot from Elizabeth and with her sitting, she was eye level with the ever growing bulge in my shorts. She was quick to notice my movements, her eyes glanced down and when she noticed the ever growing extension she gained a large smirk, I couldn't help it, I started to laugh out loud. She looked up and winked at me, mouthed “wow” and just shook her head.

Thankfully this break in my train of thought allowed my protrusion to start to lose its blood flow and go back to normal position.




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“I wasn’t,” she said, her voice sounding tired. “We need to talk.”

“Okay,” he said. “You want me to come over? I’m about to go to my statistics class, but I could be there in an hour and a half.”

“No. Don’t come here,” she said. “Meet me in the parking lot of the big super mall close to the bus stop.”

“Okay,” he said. “Are you okay? You sound strange. Did something happen?” He was thinking of her husband finding out about them.

“No. Not exactly. We just need to talk. I’ll see you in two hours, okay?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’ll be there.”

Princess was a strong woman, in most aspects. She’d grown up in a family with three brothers and a domineering father, so male chauvinism was no stranger to her. She’d had to pay her own way through college. Scholarships had helped, but she’d also worked two jobs, until she met Bayo and he married her. She’d finished her last year while married and he had used his authority to hire her as a substitute.

She wanted a full time teaching job, but he convinced her that subbing would give her valuable experience and help her avoid common pitfalls new teachers face. She was pretty sure that was bullshit, now. Bayo didn’t want her in school all day, where she might get hints of his extracurricular activities with high school girls who were vulnerable to his tactics. Had he been blackmailing high school girls for sex when he met her? Had he been raping high school girls the entire time they were married? She knew about four, but how many more victims were there?

She had been saving herself for marriage when she fell in love with Toby. Convinced that they’d be together forever, she had given her virginity to him. She’d had a few flings with college boys, but nothing worth writing home about. She didn’t think of any of that as “mistakes” in her life. They were just decisions that hadn’t worked out.

The past few days of intense introspection had brought her to the point where she knew she had made some serious mistakes, the first of which was settling for Bayo, and the second of which was letting Bobby Alashe wiggle and wag his way into her heart. She was miserable and she didn’t like feeling this way.

Bayo was easy. She knew what she was going to do with him. She had a pretty good idea of how that would play out. Bayo would cease to be a problem for her.




Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

“I wasn’t,” she said, her voice sounding tired. “We need to talk.”

“Okay,” he said. “You want me to come over? I’m about to go to my statistics class, but I could be there in an hour and a half.”

“No. Don’t come here,” she said. “Meet me in the parking lot of the big super mall close to the bus stop.”

“Okay,” he said. “Are you okay? You sound strange. Did something happen?” He was thinking of her husband finding out about them.

“No. Not exactly. We just need to talk. I’ll see you in two hours, okay?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’ll be there.”

Princess was a strong woman, in most aspects. She’d grown up in a family with three brothers and a domineering father, so male chauvinism was no stranger to her. She’d had to pay her own way through college. Scholarships had helped, but she’d also worked two jobs, until she met Bayo and he married her. She’d finished her last year while married and he had used his authority to hire her as a substitute.

She wanted a full time teaching job, but he convinced her that subbing would give her valuable experience and help her avoid common pitfalls new teachers face. She was pretty sure that was bullshit, now. Bayo didn’t want her in school all day, where she might get hints of his extracurricular activities with high school girls who were vulnerable to his tactics. Had he been blackmailing high school girls for sex when he met her? Had he been raping high school girls the entire time they were married? She knew about four, but how many more victims were there?

She had been saving herself for marriage when she fell in love with Toby. Convinced that they’d be together forever, she had given her virginity to him. She’d had a few flings with college boys, but nothing worth writing home about. She didn’t think of any of that as “mistakes” in her life. They were just decisions that hadn’t worked out.

The past few days of intense introspection had brought her to the point where she knew she had made some serious mistakes, the first of which was settling for Bayo, and the second of which was letting Bobby Alashe wiggle and wag his way into her heart. She was miserable and she didn’t like feeling this way.

Bayo was easy. She knew what she was going to do with him. She had a pretty good idea of how that would play out. Bayo would cease to be a problem for her.




Naughty by Choice: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/naughty-by-choice/44222

Instead I heard it softly hit somewhere nearby. It wasn’t until the second rope of cum hit my hand on her breast I realized where I was cumming. She mewed a soft noise as it hit her skin and I felt good many ropes ejaculate across to her body.

I was completely spent, her breast resting in my hand and my cock softening in hers. Suddenly she spoke: “You got it in my mouth and all over me.”

She giggled as I felt her hand across mine and felt my cum getting smeared across her skin. She didn't even get up to clean up, just pulled her shirt down and rolled on her side, she continued to softly play with my cock, sleep started to overtake me and the last thing I remember was her fingers caressing my balls as I fell asleep.

The next morning, on waking up I could still feel the sticky residue of cum on my cock, the light of the morning was just streaming through the window. Looking over at Elizabeth, her eyes were closed, my eyes roamed lower and I noticed areas of her shirt were stuck to her body where my cum had dried to her skin.

I still remember the feelings going through me that morning, watching her sides rise and fall with each breath, my hand shaking as I raised it up, grazing my fingertips across her body with the softest of touches afraid of waking her. My fingers tracing over the spots full of dried cum, feeling the fabric changing from spot to spot.

Suddenly I found my finger raising up the mound of her breast, I felt like I was out of my body, a budding teenager and I had felt the softness of a natural breast against my bare hand, I ached for more.

The thought of returning to Playboy magazines and my imagination seemed boring and dreadful.

My finger stopped as I felt a bump. I felt the change as her nipple started to perk up and become erect under the shirt, feeling the wrinkles of her areola as it perked up and the nipple protruded more. My finger softly circling, feeling each bump.

A sudden intake of breath and Elizabeth’s eyes opened, she looked at me without speaking. My hand still hovered near her breast. I don't think I was able to breathe waiting for her next move. I could feel my cock beating as the blood pulsed through it, hoping that it might be given attention similar to last night.

The look between us was suddenly broken hearing Popsie’s door open as he got ready to leave for work. This gave Elizabeth time to break away and head to the bathroom where I heard the shower start.

After Popsie headed out, I went into the master bathroom and climbed into a hot shower, feeling the water wash away the sticky cum from my cock brought back memories from the night prior. Feeling Lizzy’s warm palm wrapped around my cock, my hand feeling her skin, the warmth of her breast, the roughness of her hard nipple. Aching to do more but enjoying every minute.

I started to rub my cock aching for another release when I remembered Elizabeth’s comment to always let her know. Groaning I left myself hard and aching as I turned off the water.

I came out of the bathroom with just a baggy pair of shorts on and found Elizabeth eating breakfast. She smiled as I came in. My eyes dashed down to take in her clothes, noticing the tight tank top and the short jean shorts she was wearing. Knowing what was under her top made me wish I could rip it off her right there.



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The evening was spent watching movies until Popsie went to bed and we started to get the couch bed out for the night. I knew my hopes of a repeat of the afternoon were slight but I could still feel my hard on growing as we got ready. Elizabeth came out of the bathroom in a long t-shirt and I couldn't tell what else, until she jumped into bed and I saw a flash of black panties.

We picked a movie and started to watch. She seemed into it whereas I still cannot remember the movie because I was focused on the curve of her body through the shirt. She looked over with a quirky smile and asked why I wasn’t watching, I just shrugged and faked watching the movie. After the movie was over the lights were turned out and I assumed she was asleep until from the dark I heard her.

“Are you going to play with yourself again?”

“Yeah I was thinking about it”

She said, “Do you want help?”

“I will appreciate it...but I can’t see you.”

“Yeah….well...you can imagine them.”

“That's not really fair is it?”

She said, “Fine…..put your hand out.”

I reached out to find that she had lifted her shirt. There was no bra under and my hand felt a young lady’s bare breast for the first time in my life. I slowly let my hand wander finding her nipple which was starting to harden under my palm.

Feeling the nipple pinch together was thrilling and I started to feel her hand roam across the front of my boxers. I quickly shed my boxers giving her full access, feeling her hand grip my cock as I continued to trace my fingers across her nipples, switching between. I felt her body shiver.

My eyes were getting more and more adjusted to the dark to where I could just make out shapes due to the digital clock in the room giving off a glow. I noticed her other hand was between her legs and was moving a little.

I focused on this as I softly squeezed and caressed her breasts. Feeling her hand stroke me up and down, sometimes tracing up and down the shaft. This continued for a little while until I started to feel the cum rise, I let her know I was getting close and felt her shift, suddenly I felt the bed shudder and my orgasm began. She had shifted me slightly at an angle and I did not feel the cum hit my chest like normal.

Instead I heard it softly hit somewhere nearby. It wasn’t until the second rope of cum hit my hand on her breast I realized where I was cumming. She mewed a soft noise as it hit her skin and I felt good many ropes ejaculate across to her body.




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