Couch

Turning to the voice, you see Bridget lying back in the corner of the couch. She has put her blouse back on, with only one button fastened. It is at the fullest part of her tits, which makes her nipples, which are hard, show through. It also allows you to see her breasts look just as full without support.

You hand her the double, while you sit down in a chair along the wall. Bridget ask why you came to the party. You think, "To get laid", but tell her, "It's been a long week at work."

While you are talking, Bridget is sipping her drink, and running her finger across her tits, sliding her finger across her nipple as she passes it. "You were right, it is much better without the corset. I will have to remember how hot it gets." While she does this, you see the condensation dripping off the cup, which falls on her chest, and runs between her breasts.

You are slowly drinking your bottle of beer, not wanting to get shit faced. If you play your cards right, you should get her out of that blouse, and possibly more.

Bridget finishes her double, and gets up from the couch. While swinging herself around, she leans forward as she stands. You have a straight shot down her top, and you see the lone button is straining to hold everything together. She carries her cup, and walks over to your chair.

"Do you mind if we talk?", as she walks over to you. You reply, "Sure".

"Are those chairs comfortable?"

"Pretty much, firm but padded"

Bridget leans , and plants her knees on either side of your legs, then sits on your legs. You didn't expect this, but it is much better for you.

You take a drink from the bottle, and Bridget takes it from you, and pours a little into her cup. You wonder why she doesn't just take a swig, but maybe it's about germs.

She drinks almost all the beer, and there only a few drops left in the cup. She leans back a little, and drips the last of the beer onto her chest. "Oh, how did that happen? Do you have something to clean it up with?"

"I see a towel over there, on the desk"

"No, that's too far away. Why don't you take care of it.", as she leans forward, and puts her chest in front of your face.

You take the hint, and start running your tongue across the top of her tits. You work fast, checking all the exposed areas.

Bridget moans softly, and asks, "Did you get it all?"

"No, some has gotten away.", and you reach out and unfasten the lone button. Opening her blouse, you see two perfect C-cup breasts, firm and round. They jut from her chest with no sag.

"I think some went here.", as you separate them with your hands, and run your tongue down the valley between them. You feel a shudder run through Bridget's body.

"Is there some here?", as you run your tongue across each nipple, stopping to suck a little on each.

While you attend to her rack, Bridget swings her arms around, and removes the blouse. "Much better. Now I can't get any stains on it, if I dribble a little."

Holding these breasts in your hands, you feel they are just the right size. Big enough to show off, but not pendulous.

"I think you are letting some get away.", as Bridget rises off your legs. She walks over to the couch, and lies back, her head on the arm. She takes the bottle, and drips a little on her belly.

You walk over, and kneel on the other end. You stretch forward, and start running your tongue up and down her body. You start at her bellybutton, and work up to her breasts. You continue this, while playing with her nipples when you get to them.

Bridget has put her hands on your head, and you notice a fine sheen of sweat forming on her body. This must mean she is getting excited again.

"It looks like some beer has gotten away from me. Do you want me to get it?", you ask.

"Of course", Bridget softly says. You unsnap her jeans, and slide the zipper down. She makes no effort to stop you. You see the top edge of some frilly panties. You start to run your tongue from there to her bellybutton, and back.

"Hold it a minute.", and Bridget lifts her ass up and, "pull these off for me."

You comply, sliding the tight jeans off her shapely behind, and down her legs. She then straightens out, and raises her feet. You continue until her jeans are thrown on the floor.

You start to lean forward, running your tongue from her panties to her tits, then say, "Hand me that."

Bridget gives her the beer, and you take a big drink. As you get ready to finish it, she stops you. You hand it back, and she finishes the last of it.

Bridget pushes you back to a sitting position, and leans forward. You see her put her fingers into her panties, and shiver a little as she touches her pussy lips.

"I need to check something", as Bridget slides her panties down, then off. She drops them on her jeans. You look in amazement as you see her run her fingers across her bare pussy, slipping two fingers in, then spreading them. This drunk girl is playing with herself in front of you.

Bridget pulls her fingers out, and puts them in her mouth. "No beer in there, but it is way too hot. I need to cool it off."

You watch Bridget take the beer bottle, still covered in condensation, and place the top against her hole. You watch as she runs the cool bottle up and down, then splits her lips with it, putting an inch or two in her. All you can think is, "Lucky bottle". You are glad you picked a longneck bottle, hoping Bridget will try to take more.

Your wish comes true, as you see her twist the bottle as she pushes it into her pussy. You watch her take about 5 inches of glass, in and out. You see a shiver shoot through Bridget. This cold glass must feel good in her steamy pussy.

After 5 minutes, Bridget pulls out the bottle, and asks. "My pussy is cold. Can you warm it?"