The Visit_(2)

The first night he had to go to dinner with clients and got in really late. But the second night we had our own dinner at a little bistro down the street. We rented a movie at Blockbusters (remember Blockbusters?). We had polished a bottle of wine off at the bistro and I took another one out of my closet to accompany the movie. I stuffed the tape (yep it was a tape) into the VCR, pushed play and sat down next to Jerry.

The movie wasn’t that good – I don’t even remember the name – but it did live up to its R rating. This included a bedroom scene – a brief flash of her tits and the guy disappearing down, down, down under the covers. I have to admit I was embarrassed at first, but these scenes are designed to titillate and I could feel my nipples reacting. I looked down at Jerry’s lap. Lo and behold there was a telltale bulge in his shorts.

With, I’m sure, a big assist from the wine, my inner imp got hold of me. I reached over and grabbed his bulge and said, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you. I bet I’m better in bed than she is.” Jerry was obviously embarrassed and his cock went limp almost immediately.

But he reached over and put his hand on my tee-shirt and squeezed my left breast. “Based on what Tommy told all the guys in school, it’s probably true,” he said with a knowing laugh. Tommy was a schoolmate I dated for a few months and, yeah, we had a good time.

“That cad, he said that?” I exclaimed and started to tickle Jerry. Our tickling wars from middle school days were legendary but something was destined to be different this time. First of all, my tee-shirt slipped up and he was tickling my bare belly; I made sure to get under his tee-shirt, too. Then his hand was moving up under my shirt. I tried to push it off amid my convulsive giggles, but to no avail. And soon he had my right bra cup in his hand.

I checked and his bulge was back! I started rubbing it. He pushed my bra up off my tits and was going to town on both sides.