Maria feels you up

Maria's tongue darts into your mouth, warm and agile and exciting. Her lips are soft, but her kiss has the wild hunger of a woman exploring a secret lust. You recline slightly on the couch and she follows you down. Her slender body presses against you and her hand strokes your hip.

"Mmmmm," she murmurs against your lips.

When you feel her fingers wriggling beneath the bottom of your tanktop you thrill with anticipation. The idea of this young and pretty woman touching you, drunk on rum and Cokes and her unleashed lesbian desire, is really turning you on. You can feel the wet warmth of your panties against your shaved pussy.

Maria's thigh presses against your crotch and her whole hand slides beneath your shirt. Her fingers are on your firm tummy, creeping upward as she fills your mouth with the boozy taste of her tongue.

She pulls back from the kiss suddenly, looking down at you with bright eyes. She smiles and you smile back. Her fingertips brush against the cup of your bra.

"Can I...?" Her eyes flick to your cleavage.

"Yes," you reply quickly. "Yes. Go in through the top though."

"I've wanted to touch them for so long," Maria confesses as she pulls her hand out from under your shirt.

She gently and tentatively tugs on the neck of your tanktop. You watch her, amused at the caution. It's so...girly.

Maria drags the neck of your tanktop over and beneath the large cups of your bra. The pink lacy material barely contains your soft D-cups. You can see the excitement in Maria's eyes.

"You can pull my bra down," you say. "You can play with them."

She is quicker this time, tugging the cups of your bra beneath your large breasts. You have a faint bikini tan line, deceptive because you tan topless most of the time. Your nipples are small and pink and hard as little pebbles with anticipation.

"They're so much bigger than mine," Maria marvels.

"Yours are nice," you compliment without disagreeing over the size difference. "Just the right shape."

Her fingers are warm against your flesh. She squeezes your breasts gently, searching your face for a reaction. A strand of dark hair loosed from her prim bun dangles over her face. You reach up and brush it from her eyes.

When her fingers find your nipples you gasp with exaggerated pleasure. She pinches them, just right, like a woman used to having her nipples yanked by a man. She circles each breast with a hand and holds them tight. She massages your flushed bosom and lowers her lips back to yours. Almost without thinking you arch your back and thrust your soaked crotch against Maria's leg.