Yes and no

"Yes, Doe, I'd love to, but I can't. Susan would kill me, if she found out," I say with a mixture of excitement and dread in my voice. Her talk of corrupting me had my heart redlining. All sorts of corrupting images raced through my brain. My throbbing prick is urging me to touch her, but my conscience is still wrestling with how wrong this seems. Up to now, I have simply been looking at another woman, even if it is Susan's mom. Only a jealous woman would fault me for that, and Susan is not that jealous. However, touching another woman's naked breasts seems to be over her undefined boundaries, though Susan and I have never talked about 'The Rules' of our relationship. My mind's jumbled thoughts of 'She wants you to touch them' alternate with 'Susan will hate you', 'She never said I couldn't touch someone else', and 'She never said I could".

"Who is going to tell?" Doe asks, as she rolls toward me and braces her head on her crooked arm. Her action brings the objects of my conflict closer to me and points them right at me. Her nipples are puckering again, but not from the change in temperature as before. Doe grins and winks at me. As I pause to think, she licks her luscious red lips.

I close my eyes and shake my head, attempting to clear it. Several thoughts break free, and all that are left are ‘touch them’ and ‘she never said I couldn’t’ combined with a recent replay of my observations of her breasts for the last minutes. Knowing that I am crossing a line, I tentatively reach out and reverently caress the smooth flesh of her uppermost tit. It is very warm from the sun and feels firm beneath my fingertips.

She closes her eyes and purrs from my contact. “I love how you boys still worship and venerate women’s bodies,” she says with a sigh. I shift onto my side toward her, giving my other hand access to her chest. I gently cup both boobs in my fingers. A low murmur emanates from Doe’s throat.

I release her and use just the end of my fingertips on each nipple, moving in tiny, barely-touching circles on the ends. She moans at the delightful sensations I create. I then lightly pinch each nipple, and she gasps and rolls on her back again, her mounds pulling away from my hands. She takes a moment to catch her breath and says, “Did you like that?”

My hands are still tingling from the joy of touching her fine skin. “That was a thrill, Doe. I think I could do that all afternoon,” I blurt out as my skin flushes.

“I think I could let you. Why don’t you do that again?” she says with a sultry tone in her voice.