My Beautiful Surprise

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He responded hesitantly. Her mouth was warm, her moist tongue darted between his lips like a tiny wet serpent, and she smelled faintly of jasmine. She was soft and sweet and, in an intriguing way, delicate without being fragile. As he embraced her he felt her breasts cushioned his chest, bulging up from her soft top.

Mark glanced down and saw part of her left nipple emerge from her sweater. He touched her there and she gasped softly, placing her hand atop his own to secure it in place. Though she was slender her breasts were large for her size, nestling beside each other, her nipples pointed and the left one now bare and hardening beneath his manipulating thumb and forefinger.

"Madison, I'll stop if you wish. I've presumed too much after a wonderful day with you...," and he trailed off to silence as the lovely creature before him placed her forefinger upon his lips.

"Ah...Mark, if you only knew how sweet that is and how I've wanted you to do it."

Suddenly her grey-green eyes widened, then brimmed with tears.

"Madison, what's wrong? Did I...?"

"No, no! All you've done is give me a perfect day, take care of me, and make love to my breast. You are wonderful."

"Then what is it? Why are you crying?"

"Because you may very well want nothing more to do with me. There is something you need to know, Mark."

With that she pulled gently out of his embrace, turned away from him and began to remove her clothing.

Now he was stumped. "Madison, if you are under the terribly mistaken impression that you'll drive me away by undressing completely, let me relieve you. You are welding me to the floor of this room!"

She said nothing and continued to undress. He stared at her smooth, muscled back that tapered to a tiny waist and widened to rounded hips. Her ass was firm and tanned even in her anal cleft, her legs were things of beauty as she stood in her high heels. Finally, she turned to face him.