[Indystudpaul]

I nibbled briefly at her neck, and she leaned down to kiss my hand. Then she started to move as if she was getting up. I hugged her close, “was that OK for you, then. She rolled onto her back, turned to look at me, patted my hand (still on her breast) and said, “That was AMAZING. Thank you.” “When can we do this again?” I asked.

She pulled away and put her feet on the floor. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You can’t call me or text me.” As she stood up, I sat up on the edge of the bed, pulled her around to face me, and buried my head in her chest. “In that case, I need to say goodbye properly to these two.” Between gentle kisses around her nipples, I explained, “I may never see another pair of perfect breasts.” She sighed indulgently and said, “I’ll send you a Snapchat contact once I find my phone.” “So, you do want to do this again??” She pushed my head away from her playfully and said, “Don’t Press your luck.” ...but she was smiling as she patted my head (again like I was a obedient dog).

“You better get out of here,” she said as she walked toward the bathroom. She stopped, facing away from me to try to get control of her hair again and I sat there, supremely contented, staring at her ass, fixing it my memory. She looked back over her shoulder, hair tie in her teeth, to say, “I threw your shirt on top of the fridge,” then walked out of the room.