Soap up my boobs really good."
I continued gently stroking his cock while he squirted another cold stream of soap across the tops of my nipples, then started stroking and kneading my soft mounds like they were bread dough.
"You like playing with my boobs, Ritchie?" I asked, teasingly.
"Whatever makes you think that?" he responds, matching my tone, as he grips my nipples and pulls gently, getting a soft moan from me.
"Oh, I don’t know … Maybe the fact that you’re working them over like you’ve never seen a tit before…."
"Are you complaining?"
"Oh, not at all. Just be sure you soap them up real good, and I’ll show you something you’ll like even better."
"What’s that?"
"Oh, you’ll see…."
Once my breasts were completely coated with a thick white froth, I sank to my knees in front of him and began gently stroking his balls with my fingers while I licked up and down the sensitive trough on the bottom side of his cock. Moving to the top, I locked my lips over the head, swirling my tongue around the rim before letting my lips ride down to the base of his stiff manhood.
After riding my lips up and down the length a few times, I moved up a little so I could squeeze his cock in the slippery valley between my breasts, sliding them up and down over his hard shaft, to his obvious enjoyment. When his heavy breathing told me Vesuvius was about to erupt, I let my breasts fall away and slipped my lips over his cock, sliding up and down the shaft with long slow strokes as I fucked him with my mouth. When I felt his cock start to swell, I started sucking harder, making my desire clear; until he came with a loud groan, filling my mouth with his thick creamy seed. Now that both of us were satisfied, we finished our shower and dried each other off.
Returning to the kitchen, intending to get dressed, Ritchie reached past me and grabbed my bra from the pile of clothes on the table.
"No, Ritchie, you’re not keeping that as a souvenir. I’d look awfully suspicious coming home without a bra, don‘t you think?"
He looked at me, "Yeah, you’re probably right. At least put your top on last."
"Well, ok." So I got dressed while he watched; then gave him a big hug, letting him play with my bare breasts one last time before asking for my bra.
As I was ready to go home, he said, "After all the years of throwing little remarks back and forth, I never thought it would really happen."
"Me neither. Today was your lucky day. Mine too, really. After years of being threatened into submission, you showed me that I could find the strength to do something I wanted to; and, at least for the moment, not worry about what Mike was going to think. Thank you, Ritchie. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
All the way home, I was thinking about the pleasures we had just shared. I had just done something that had been, at best, a fantasy just a few hours earlier and yes, it was worth it. Would it happen again? Only time would tell....
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