It was simply the most exciting kiss I'd ever had: the most intense, the most arousing; the most succulent and the most enjoyable. It was long and tender; long and passionate; long and enquiring and long and inviting and well, just long. It was a kiss of relief that we'd found each other and one of demand that we wanted more. It was asking and accepting at same time. It was everything a kiss should be and everything that I'd imagined it would be as I'd lain so many nights now, masturbating over exactly what we were now doing.
Our arms went round the other and our hands, as if on autopilot, found the other's breasts. No words were exchanged, we didn't ask permission or give approval. There was no need, it was what our bodies wanted and our minds demanded, it was perfectly natural, the logical extension of the kiss and probably the most sexually exciting thing that had ever happened to me.
Somehow a couple of buttons on her blouse had come undone and my hands were on her bra and the bare flesh above it while hers were inside my sweater.
"Not here Jayne, not here, it's too public," Emily broke our kiss long enough to whisper.
"Where then? Where can we go?" I asked knowing it wasn't in either of our housess.
"Just drive Jayne, take me somewhere quiet, where there's no one around."
I almost smiled as I drove into the country her hand stroking my neck, for once again I realised, I was going to make love in a car.
And make love we did. Wondrous, magical, exhilarating and tantalisingly stimulating love; love that was so different, so gentle, so exciting and so incredibly satisfying. It was soft and slow and tender, but it wasn't complete love, it couldn't be, we didn't have the time or the space on the back seat of a MINI for that.
But we did have the time to bare our breasts for each other, to stroke and caress them, to squeeze and pinch them and to kiss and lick them. We had the time and the space and the will and the desire to make each other cum by stimulating our breasts.
It was on the back seat of my car that I think I fell in love, well at least in lust, for Emily's tits. They were even more absolutely gorgeous naked than covered up, well I suppose that's natural and inevitable, isn't it? They were so full, so heavy, so round and so firm, yet soft, if that isn't a contradiction in terms. They felt amazing in my hands and incredible in my mouth. Her nipples were big and excitingly crinkly and tasted like nectar as I sucked them as a baby would her mother's teats. And her reaction to my oral attention was fantastic and so horny. The groans and moans, the long sighs and deep grunts, the tight gripping of her hands on me and the straining of her body, all combined to thrill me so much. As I made love to those fantastic breasts, I didn't know just what it was that was giving me the greatest sexual pleasure, the feel, taste and look of them or the wonderful way she responded. But did I care? No not one bit. I just accepted, enjoyed and loved every second of the pleasure and extreme sexual stimulation I was gaining.
It wasn't by any means one way, for Emily was pretty much mirroring what I was doing to her breasts by doing the same to mine. And also, it wasn't just me gaining the fantastic pleasures and stimulation for she was moaning and groaning as she had sex with my smaller, but equally sensitive tits and nipples.
We made each other cum twice like that. But we didn't go any further. I wanted to touch her between her legs but as she made no move to touch me there, I was too shy to start that, maybe Emily felt the same, I thought.
As she opened the car door an hour or so later outside her house, she held my face in her hands and we kissed each other very tenderly on the lips.
"I want you so much Jayne," she whispered.
"Oh yes, yes Emily," was the only sort of rather inept reply I could make.
"I want to make full and complete love to you, very, very soon," she whispered as she got out of the car. Later that evening we finalised the arrangements for the next day.
For the first time for a week, I didn't fantasise about her, nor did I masturbate. But then I didn't need to did I, for tomorrow she was going to fuck me wasn't she?
*
I didn't wear much. It was a warm day and there didn't seem much point in overdoing the clothing so I just slipped on a little white thong and a loose, pale blue, thin tee shirt dress that came to mid-thigh. I walked the half mile or so to the hotel and feeling a little nervous, for a part of me was thinking someone would stop me, went up to room 854. Emily had called me earlier to finalise arrangements and to give me the room number of the hotel she'd checked into.
I knocked and the door slowly opened. Emily poked her head round the door but kept her body behind it. I walked in and my heart leaped when I saw that she was wearing just her panties and bra, both all white, very lacy and completely see through.
"Welcome to my lair," she smiled holding her arms out.
"Thanks," I smiled back. "It's wonderful to be here."
As her arms went round me and I was squashed against her marvellous chest she whispered just before we kissed, "I'll make it so wonderful for you Jayne, I promise."
And she did.
Every single moment of the eight hours we spent in that room were wonderful. Every touch, every kiss, every fondle, caress, stroke and lick were new experiences; they were marvellous sensations and a wonderful adventure for me. Every time we made each other cum, every climax and every orgasm, every time my body was held against hers and every time her head was between my legs were wonderful.
Her hands had quickly lifted my dress over my head and she'd billed and cooed her delight at my naked breasts. I'd unclipped her bra and dropped that on the floor with my dress. We'd gone to the bed and lay in each other's arms. We'd kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed. We stroked and fondled and licked and sucked each other's breasts and nipples and we made each other cum, several times.
