You start stripping each other.

"Call me old fashioned but I was always taught ladies first," you chuckle after breaking what turned out to be a rather long kiss.

"Yeah, well, this old fashion kinda girl likes the sound of that," she responds, undoing the buttons of your shirt as you untuck her t-shirt and start pulling it over her head. She stretches her arms up so you can pull the shirt off her, revealing her bra covered breasts, before doing the same with yours.

"Mmmm, I like what I see," she coos, looking at your now shirtless body, and licks her lips while rubbing her hand down your chest an stomach. "Do you like what you see?" She reaches back to pull her black Fila racerback sports bra over her head before letting it fall to the floor, and then squeezes her large tits together. You see that they are firm for their size and are perfectly shaped with erect nipples, pierced with small silver barbell jewelry, and small dark-colored areolas. You also notice that the chain around her neck has a pair of rubber edged dog tags hanging off it between them. Her stomach is flat and well toned, though not quite six-pack abs.

"I love your whole body, Holly," you whisper, kneeling down to plant kisses on them. You notice her belly button is pierced as well and has a yellowish-colored gem in it.

"It's a topaz, my birthstone," Holly tells you, noting your interest.

"I love it," you say, kissing it and running your tongue around it.

This causes Holly to squirm a bit. "Stop that, that tickles!" she laughs softly, pounding the top of you head with her hands.

"Oh yeah, I seem to have found a weakness, Miss Masterson," you chuckle, looking up a her with a evil smile before wrapping your arms around her waist so she cannot escape. You began to kiss and lick her again.

She continues to squirm in your grip, laughing all the while. "OKAY, OKAY, UNCLE, UNCLE, I GIVE, I GIVE!!!" she screams, continuing to lightly beat the top of your head.

After a while you stop and look back up at her. "I'll have to remember that," you smile, noticing her looking back down slightly panting.

"Ohhh, you'd better not," she growls in a falsely menacing tone.

"Sorry, I know now, and I think you liked it, Holly." You match her glare before you both mutually start to crack up.

"Sorry... Sorry... Where was I?" you ask as you both try to regain your composure.

"Ummm..... admiring my hot body," she tells you with a final laugh, putting her hands on her hips and sticking out her stomach towards you.

"Right... Right." You notice the tips of tattoos wrapping onto her stomach from the small of her back.

"Holly?" you ask, reaching out to trace the lines on one side of her, which causes her to squirm a little again -- she must be really ticklish you think, vowing to use that information as much as possible, "you have a tattoo?" You continue to trace your fingers on her flanks, causing continuing squirming.

"Maybe," she says in a sweetly coy voice.

"Maybe?" you repeat. "Can I see it?"

"Maybe," she repeats again in the same tone.

"Guess I'm gonna have to make you." You begin to tickle both her flanks vigorously.

"AH! STOP! STOP! I'll show you!" she squeals.

"You really know how to take advantage of a girl's weakness, you know?" she giggles with a sly smile as she spins around in front of you to bring her tattoo into view. You see that its a set of angel wings with a halo above them and between..

"Is that a MOPAR logo?" you wonder.

"I know, I know. Kinda weird right?" she says, twisting her body slightly to look at you over her shoulder. "But yeah among other things I'm a MOPAR girl! Dodge to be exact."

"It's sexy, Holly. I like it and it explains the trucks," you smile.

She beams back at you. "Thanks, like I say I know its kinda weird but I like it to." Then she seems to have a thought finally occur to her. "I never actually showed you my cars in the garage did I?" she asks before shaking her head slightly.

You shake your head.

"Later then," she smiles, spinning back around. "What's next?"

In response you reach your hands out and...