That helped to break the ice, she started to tell me about how excited she’d been all week about meeting me and I told her that I’d felt the same. )
Anyway – I’d been single for about a month and at first it didn’t bother me. I’d been thinking about it for so long – years in fact. She stood up – walked towards me – put a hand on each arm of the armchair I was sitting in and leaned forwards – her tits hovering in front of my face – her hair brushing off my cheek – she leaned down further and eventually our lips met in the softest most feminine kiss ever. It became intolerable – it consumed my waking hours. I’d spent the majority of my sexual maturity fantasising over other women – when I first discovered how to bring myself to orgasm at young age it was from reading erotic stories about heaving breasts, hard nipples and streaming cunts. WOW – I groaned and she groaned and she pressed these glorious orbs further into my hands – her nipples straining against the fabric felt like marbles in my palms.
