Introducing Danni to the wonders of foreplay

I move over to sit beside Danni and draw her close. “Well, this, for starters,” I say. I take off her glasses, set them on the table beside the bed, and lean in to kiss her gently. She’s uncertain, so she returns my kiss tentatively at first, and I don’t press her. Her lips part, but only a little. I stroke her hair with one hand as I softly caress her lips with mine. My other hand rests in her lap, where she captures it and intertwines our fingers.

I’m happy to go slow and revel in kissing Danni. It doesn’t actually take all that long before she begins to respond with greater assurance. Her lips open more, and I slip my tongue between them to caress them lightly. I let my hand drift from her hair to her face, softly caressing her cheeks as we kiss, and then wander down her neck to her shoulder and upper back. I gently free my other hand from hers and trace a line up her arm. She begins kissing me back a little more actively, and hesitantly reaches her tongue out to touch mine. Our tongues play for a few moments, then she moves to lick my lips.

I break off the kiss to find Danni’s eyes half-closed. She seems a little dazed as she protests my action. “Here,” I tell her, “shift around. Straddle my legs. It will be a lot easier to kiss when we’re facing each other.” I gently encourage her with my arms, and she slowly gets off the bed and moves around to sit across my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me eagerly, letting her tongue come out to play with mine. I run my fingers through her hair, then let my hands roam slowly down her back. I just tease the top of her ass, then bring them back up her sides; her soft moan of disappointment is cut off when my hands just tease the sides of her tits on the way up.

The second time my hands find my way to Danni’s ass, they stay a while. She always wears oversized shirts, so I’ve been frustratingly unable to figure out what exactly she’s packing, but her ass is outstanding—as full and round and tightly defined as I could want. She sighs in pleasure as I grope her firm cheeks, squeezing her flesh and feeling her muscles move as she shifts. “That feels really nice, Andrew,” she whispers.

I kiss my way down her jawline and murmur in her ear, “It only gets better from here, baby.” I can feel her flush and hear a faint sigh of pleasure at the endearment. I lift my hands from her ass to fondle her tits through her blouse. Danni moans, and I get a pleasant surprise. I’d already noticed she’s dressed differently than usual, wearing a nicely-fitted button-down blouse and modest skirt instead of her usual loose T-shirt and jeans, but I hadn’t attached any significance to that. Now I have to rethink that, because she also isn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples appear to be on the small side, but I still should have noticed them poking through the fabric. Fortunately, I have an opportunity to atone for my distraction.

I plant kisses all over Danni’s neck and shoulder, sucking gently and tasting her skin, as I explore her tits through the satiny fabric with my fingertips. I was right, they’re big—the only question now is how big. She moans at my touch, and moans louder when I brush her nipples. Those little buds are growing more, now; they aren’t large, but they’re not as small as I’d thought at first, and they’re clearly quite sensitive. Her body is becoming aroused, and her hands have started to wander. The fingers of one hand are twined in my hair, holding my head against the base of her neck, while the other strokes my back. “Ohhhhh, Andrew, your hands feel so good on my breasts,” she moans. Then, shyly, she murmurs, “You could unbutton me.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I sit up and pull Danni’s blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, then quickly undo her buttons and reveal her in all her glory. As she shrugs the blouse off her shoulders, I stare, transfixed, at her tits. They’re quite large—about the same size as Rachel’s, though they do look more proportional on Danni’s larger frame—and perfectly formed. They sit high on her chest and hang fairly close together, and they’re not the least bit pear-shaped. Her nipples are moderate in size, centered on large, round, exceptionally pebbly areolae of a beautiful dusky purplish-rose. Danni sees me staring and blushes, then asks, still shy, “Do you like them?”

“Danni, I love them,” I tell her. “They’re gorgeous.” I slowly reach out and put my hands back on her curvy beauties. I cup them in my fingers and lift them to feel their weight, enjoying her silken skin against mine. I let my hands drift up and around to the sides of her heavy mounds, watching them bounce and jiggle as they slide off my fingers, then gently stroke their stiff little peaks with my thumbs. Danni’s breath catches in her throat, and she moans; then she puts her palms flat on my chest. I gasp softly as her fingers touch my nipples, which startles her. After a moment, a sultry little smirk plays around the corners of her mouth, and she begins teasing my little nubs with her fingertips.

I apply more pressure as my hands roam over Danni’s luxurious tits, squeezing lightly as I caress them all over. She pinches my nipples, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my prick, so I return the favor (gently); she mews loudly and arches her back, pressing her boobs into my hands. I wrap my hands around them and squeeze a little harder, and she lets out a shuddering moan. “Ohh—ohhh—ohhhhh—” she gasps. “I feel—you’re driving me crazy, Andrew. I’m so horny, I can’t stand it. It’s too much—too much—” No, I think, it’s not quite enough. I bend forward, wrap my lips around one of her nipples, and suck hard. She makes a short, sharp noise and her body bucks wildly; I let go of her tits and hold her close to make sure she doesn’t flip herself right off my lap.

When Danni’s body calms, she opens her eyes, looking distinctly dazed. “Was that—was that—that was—wow,” she murmurs. “I thought I knew what an orgasm felt like, but my fingers have never felt that good—and you were only playing with my—my tits. I can’t imagine what it will feel like when you’re touching my—pussy.”

“Baby,” I tell her, “that’s partly because you’d built up a lot more tension today than you ever have before frigging yourself. But if you can’t imagine it, I think it’s time for you to experience it.”