Seducing a good friend: in the bedroom

M and I stood facing each other in my bedroom. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife - desire and curiosity in equal measure, and a whole night ahead of us. Again, I took M in my arms, and as we stood embracing my hands roamed over her back, coming finally to rest on her generous backside. Her hands, likewise, held me tight, and teased the bareness of my neck. My hand moved forward, again to caress her luscious titty, as her own dropped to my backside and inserted itself into the back pocket of my jeans. It was but a minute's work to lift M's loose, white top over her head, and to reveal the white bra that partially encased her trembling globes. Kissing her still, I drifted my fingertips across her pale titty-flesh, gently teasing the line of where the material bordered bare skin. I lowered my head and ran the tip of my tongue across that same path, and was rewarded with a shudder from M and a tilt of her head backwards.

We had every intention of taking our time, with the whole evening and all of the next day ahead of us. M unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it back over my shoulders, her hands then travelling all across my chest. Reaching behind her, my fingers found the clasp of her bra and a short motion was enough to release the heaviness of her luscious titties unto my chest. I stepped back and allowed her bra to fall. What I saw took my breath away, for her titties were wonderful, soft and milky white, her pert nipples a beatiful coral pink that just invited me to kiss and suck their hardness. 'You look like a supermodel', I told her. She laughed, but I told her then I would treat her like a goddess that night. Lowering my head I encircled one nipple with my mouth, whilst caressing its companion with my fingers. M shuddered and arched her back again, and her hands descended to my belt. A few seconds of fumbling saw my belt open, and then M's fingers pried apart the buttons of my jeans. Her soft hand instantly took me in hand, her fingers rolling back my foreskin. I stepped back, allowed my jeans to fall upon the floor, and then stepped out of them. She could now see me totally naked for the first time.

Needless to say, I could do nothing other than assist her out of her own trousers. Her white knickers were warm and moist to the touch, and the thighs which enclosed them soft and as pale as her beautiful titties. I met no resistance as my fingers caressed the moist gusset of M's panties before slipping inside them in order to tease a controlled forest of curls I was sure would be as red as the luxuriant hair on her head. I was not disappointed. Kneeling down, I pulled M's pants to the floor, and looking up saw her red pubes in all their Pre-Raphaelite glory. We looked at each other, our eyes reflecting the lust that was directing our every word and gesture, and I beckoned her to the bed upon which we were to pleasure each other for this night and many others.

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