19 year old boy.
Like I had thought, the shorts were so tight they were a second skin.
She was clever with her blouse, it was very loose, making it hard to see her body in a defined way, it even covered part of the shorts.
I got her to turn and show off a bit for me.
I could not resist smacking her ass, both cheeks, fairly hard.
She squealed, but did not complain or pull away.
There was more to her sexual appetite than she was letting on.
I fondled the camel-toe created by the tight constriction of her shorts, no resistance there either, until I think it got to be too much for her.
She readily sat, legs spread, in my lap, facing me.
In that position, we drank, ate, talked, and I took advantage to play with her some, wanting desperately to really stimulate her tits, but holding back because I knew she would jump up—I was slow and gentle.
I guess she finally had all she could take.
She jumped up, saying she had to go get things ready for dinner.
We had gone through more than half the bottle of wine by then.
Can I help with anything?” I offered.
No, it’s under control.
I cook steak to medium rare.
Is that okay for you? Perfect! First, she brought out a bowl filled with Caesar salad, and returned quickly with the steaks.
Let’s start with the salad, and when we are about half done, I will put the steaks on.
It sounded more than good to me, I was not used to this treatment.
I poured more wine and we dug in.
Soon, she was up, putting the steaks on the grill.
The sizzling smell was wonderful.
Before I knew it, they were done, and she had the baked potatoes on our plates also.
As we ate, I thought about her revealing their situation, Greg and her.
I felt like I had to tell her a bit about my history with girls, and also about my feelings from the Tantric sex we had earlier.
Since we have time to talk while we eat, I want to tell you a couple of things.
You were very trusting and open with me about your current situation and history, I want to do the same.
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19 year old boy.