Kiss her, you idiot!

You stand up, and Amber matches your movement, hope and lust shining in her eyes; you reach out your arms and draw her close, and she embraces you as well, holding you tight. She’s nearly of a height with you, so you don’t have to bend much to kiss her. Your lips meet, lightly at first, but passion quickly erases hesitation. One of Amber’s hands twines itself in your hair, pulling you into her kiss as her tongue slips out between her lips to tease yours. Your hands slide up from her waist to her naked upper back, stroking her shoulder blades as you meet her tongue with yours.

She breaks off the kiss and and says, “This was the present I wanted from you . . .” then kisses you again, hard. Speaking of hard, your boner feels ready to split your pants; Amber starts rubbing her clothed pussy against your raging erection, then throws back her head and moans at the feeling.

You take the opportunity to trail kisses down her jaw to her ear. As you lick and suck her earlobe, you whisper, “Now see what you’ve done.” You reach down and cup her full ass with your hands, pulling her hard against you, and begin rubbing yourself against her. By the feel of her ass cheeks through her shorts, you realize that Amber not only isn’t wearing a bra, she isn’t wearing panties, either. If you had any doubt as to what she was hoping for when you came over, that erases the last of it.

You kiss your way down Amber's throat to her collarbone and then back up to her ear, where you whisper, “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

“How sexy?” Amber gasps, and you reply, “Let me show you.” As you trail a line of kisses down the column of her throat, your hands come up to the upper limit of her tank top. You noticed earlier that it's an old one, well-worn, and a little frayed in back, which should make it perfect for—this! You grip the edge of the fabric with both hands, pull convulsively, and in one swift motion tear it top to bottom. The sound is shockingly loud in the quiet room. Amber starts in surprise as her ruined top flutters to the floor, leaving her standing in front of you naked to the waist. In pure reflex, she brings her hands up to cover her breasts—or at least, to cover her nipples. Her hands aren’t tiny, but her breasts are a lot bigger.

After a moment, Amber registers what happened. She flashes you a sultry smile and begins to do a little dance, playing with her tits and teasing you, showing flashes of her areolae but never quite uncovering her nipples. It isn’t long before you’ve had as much of that as you can take. You reach out and begin to fondle her tits yourself, cupping them possessively in your hands. Amber purrs with pleasure and strokes your cock through your jeans.

You’ve always been a tit man, but you’ve never had an opportunity like this. You’ve seen tits this big and this perfect in porn, but never in person. Even April’s aren’t this good. For a few moments, your entire focus is on Amber’s breasts as you let your hands play over them, feeling the silky softness of her creamy white skin and testing their weight. You watch as her nipples come fully erect like perfect little mountain peaks, their dusty rose color standing out clearly against their background, and trace your way around her areolae, which are fairly small for such large nipples.

Amber stares at your hands, biting her lip as you tease her nipples, then spiral outward to caress more of her soft globes. To gauge her reaction, you gather them up in your hands and squeeze gently. She lets out a small yelp and gives your cock a squeeze through the denim.