How I Met Alyssa

While French kissing, our hands started moving. We were gently stroking each other, arms, necks, hair were all being fondled. After about a minute, she broke off the kiss and gently pushed against my chest, pushing me on my back. My upper body lowered, going from a sitting position to laying down. She crawled up to me, straddling my stomach, moving the way a predator goes to its prey and from the look in her eyes, I was on the menu.

We started kissing again, with Alyssa definitely taking charge. She stroked my chest, while she sat upward, looking down on me as if to show me who was in control. I could feel my cock start to harden.

'Someone came out of their shell,' I thought as I eyed her. She was clearly enjoying this.

She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. "Come now, don't be shy my love," she whispered. Needing no further encouragement, I started fondling her breasts. I massaged them, squeezed them, tried to pinch the nipples a bit through her shirt and bra.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. She was biting her lower lip, showing me how much she liked it. I moved one of my hands to grab a hold of her ass and started rubbing it through those tight jeans.

"You like my body? You can play with it all you want, you know," she said with a cat-like grin on her face.

I continued to massage and grope her body in all the right places. I tried to move myself up a bit, so I could kiss her again, but due to our sizes I only got to her breasts. Not that I complained, the view was certainly nice. I placed a soft kiss between her boobs and said, "There's something in my way, mind if I take it off?"

"Go ahead" and she lifted her arms up. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her body, revealing a red lacy bra.

My eyes widened at the sight of the bra and I gave a wolf-whistle. For a minute, I was staring at her tits, seductively tucked in the garment.

"You know, this thing can come off, right?" she said with a hint of sarcasm.