Looking back_(1)

She was 15. I was 23.

I first saw her running around their yard with her little brother. She had on a frilly bikini and even then her voluptuousness showed. She was sexy. She was cute. She had long light brown hair and a tiny waist set off by a high, round ass. I was to later learn she smelled wonderful, innocent, like baby powder. Her skin was pale and creamy.

I was working on a survey crew on a road paving job while home from college when our instrument man spotted her through his transit. We each took turns looking at her while she pranced around the yard. The first thing I noticed was her tits bouncing as she ran. It was obvious she was putting on a show for us.

Afterwards we looked forward to sunny days because she never failed to show off her body in the frilly bikini. My only complaint was that the frills hid her nipples and I could not tell if they were aroused. She was just growing out of her baby fat, and most of it seemed to have moved to her breasts and ass. Her body could convert anyone to T&A. Like any young man, I loved tits and hers were exceptional, in spite of not being overly large. Perhaps a larger C cup, but they stuck way out and bounced with every movement.

Part way through the summer, I was transferred from the survey crew to inspector and was assigned my own pick-up truck. We were working in front of her house and she came out to watch. “Hi,” she said as she came up to me.

“Hi.”
“Where are the other guys?”
“Oh, up the road about a mile. I’m not working with them any more. What’s your name?”
“Beth. What’s yours?”
“Dave. How old are you?”
“Fifteen. But I’ll be sixteen in four months. How old are you?”
“Too old for you, unfortunately. I just turned 23.”
“That’s not so old. My dad is 42. That’s old.”
“Well, nice meeting you and talking to you. I gotta get back to work.”
“Are you going to the dance?”
“What dance?”
“Saturday night. They have a dance every week at the armory. I’m going with a girl friend that lives up the road. Maybe I’ll see you there. If you go.”
“I’ll see. Maybe I will.”

The rest of the week, I thought of nothing else but the possibilities enabled by the dance. She would be out on her own and if I worked it right, I might be able to get my hands on those lovely tits of hers.

Saturday night finally came around and I arrived around ten. The dance started at nine. I walked in, paid for my entrance, got my hand stamped and started to look around. “There you are!” a voice behind me said. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

“I wouldn’t miss it. But I didn’t know when it started.”

We danced almost every dance and I was delighted to see her erect nipples show through her bra during every fast dance as her tits bounced around under her tee shirt. I know she saw me staring at her tits, but she didn’t seem to mind. During the slow dances, she held herself away from me, but towards the end of the evening, I pulled her close and felt her firm tits crush against my chest. She then sort of melted against me, so I gently twisted my body back and forth so that her breasts would rub up against me. I swore I could feel her nipples harden against my chest.

“My girl friend is with her boy friend. Do you think you could give me a ride home?”
“Sure. Why not leave now?”
“Okay. Let’s go. You already know where I live.”

On the way to her house we made small talk. “Are you a grad student in college?”
“No. Actually, I’m going to be a sophomore. I started late.”
“That’s cool. I’m a soph too. High school soph, that is.”

The project office was on the way to her house and I pulled in behind the office.

“Why did we stop?”
“I just want to get to know you better,” I said, as I put my arm around her and pulled her close for a quick kiss. “We left early so we have a few minutes to kill.”

Her body language indicated some apprehension so I pulled her close and just held her until she began to relax. I began a series of tiny kisses on her lips, her nose, cheeks, eyes, back to lips, cheeks again, ears, then her neck. Her quick inhale told me I had reached one of her sensitive spots so I lingered, sliding kisses up and down her neck. Her breath quickened with that, so I tried to be a little bolder.

I moved my left hand under her shirt to her breast and gently cupped and squeezed it. I sensed that she wanted my touch and this intimacy. She watched submissively as I slipped by hand inside her bra, beginning to caress her breasts and nipples openly. She gave a small sigh, bringing up her own hands that she held atop mine, like a protective mother. She didn’t object verbally, but instead pushed my hand away. I slid my hand up under her shirt again but started to massage her back. Again, she did not object and of course she couldn’t push my hand away. She turned her head and kissed me.

“I’d better get you home. Your parents will start to worry.”

“Okay. But will I see you again?”

“Well, I work right in front of your house, so I’m sure you will.”

“No. I mean will you go to the dance again? I really had a good time.”

“So did I and I wouldn’t miss it.”

Time dragged. Work was 10 hours per day, six days a week. I found myself looking forward to going by her house on sunny days. I day dreamed of taking that bikini off and ravishing her tits, then her body. The week finally went by and I went to the dance—earlier this time. She wasn’t there. Disappointed, I turned to go and saw her coming in the door with her friends. When she saw me, her face lit up. Better yet, her nipples got hard and showed through her bra and tee shirt. That was a good sign: that her tits were glad to see me.

We had a good time dancing, especially the slow dances when she would slowly rub her chest against mine. In response, I would nuzzle her neck and was glad to hear her quick intake of breath.

“Will you ride home with me again?”

“Of course. My friends won’t mind.”

“Do you want to leave a little early? We can stop someplace again.”

“How about right now? We have more than an hour before I have to be home.”

I nearly broke the speeding laws on the way to the office lot. Beth sat next to me, so I put my arm around her as I drove. Once at ‘our spot’ I cut the lights but left the engine running to keep the car warm. I immediately brought her close for a long kiss, pulling her against me and started rubbing my chest on hers. Picking up the rhythm, she began to do the same. Running my lips against her sensitive neck, she began to breathe heavily. I slid my hand under her shirt in back, rubbing her back gently. I gradually worked my way to her front and cupped her bra. Again she pushed my hand away.

“Why don’t you want me to touch you?”

“Because…it’s not right.”

“Has any boy touched you there before me?

“Once. We were playing Spin the Bottle and when we went to the closet to kiss, he grabbed my boob. He squeezed really hard and hurt me.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad experience, but I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

“I’m still not sure. I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“How can you get in trouble from me touching your breasts?”

“One thing leads to another.”

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Besides, you have to let someone touch them some time. It might as well be someone you like.”

“Well, maybe. When I’m ready.”

I stopped her next argument with a kiss, and when I kissed her neck, she started panting so I slid my hand under her shirt and cupped her right bra cup. I was delighted when she didn’t push me away, so I reached behind and undid her bra. I slid my hand under her bra and caressed her bare breasts. I quickly went right to her nipples and rolled them in my fingers until they were rock hard. I grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt with both hands and pulled her shirt and bra off. She obliged me by raising her arms.

I played with her tits and nipples for a while then lay across her lap so I could kiss and suck on her nipples.