She moved her face toward his and her eyes were warm and inviting under her long lashes.
"Go ahead," she said, her voice low and sexy. "If you're wondering whether I'm wearing a bra or not, the answer is no."
As she spoke, she let the hand in his lap slide over his pants till she came to the outline of his stiff cock. With teasing manipulations of her fingers, she touched the hard knob and let him know she was aware of how hard it had become.
Now his brow was sweating. He couldn't believe she was acting the way she was. He couldn't take his eyes off the swell of her tits, and her words kept running through his mind... no bra, no bra, no bra. His cock was pulsing like a dynamo.
He opened the top button of her blouse, his fingers fumbling but strong on the cloth.
He managed a smile. "You shouldn't a' said that," he told her, his voice cracking... "You shouldn't a' told me you was naked under your dress, Kelly."
She only grinned impishly and thrust the bulk of her torpedo-shaped mammaries forward. The space freed by the loosening of the button was made tight again.
He unbuttoned the second and the same thing happened. Now she was positively bulging out. He could see all of one tit except for the nipple and a large portion of the other. With a teasing smile, she sat her glass down on the table and flipped the last button open herself. Her tits sprang out like warm, hungry little animals.
"This the way you want me?" she inquired. "Like this, where you can see what I got?"
"Yeah," he mumbled, his words slurred from the alcohol and his growing passion. "Yeah, it sure is the way I want you. Jesus Christ... naked as the day you was born!"
Her hand was still on the head of his cock where it pushed against his pants. She sat bare-breasted before him and stroked the hard bulge as she spoke.
"No I'm not," she said. "Not unless you think I was born with panties on my bottom."
He suddenly remembered what he had seen when he looked up her dress on the stairs. Recalling the flash of yellow silk at her crotch made his cock quiver with excitement.
"Sonofabitch," he cried, falling forward on her naked tits, "I can't just sit here and look at those fucking things."
He took a double handful of the rich, creamy flesh and began milking them with slow, deliberate motions.
"Nobody said you had to," she rejoined. "And how about this little item? It's no fun for a chick to feel all that hot meat in your pants without being able to get her hands on it."
She drew down his zipper and tried to haul it out all in one move, but his foreskin got snagged in the process.
"Ooops, sorry," she said, resuming her task with greater care. Now he could feel the warm pressure of her fingers on the long, heated flesh of the stiff shaft.
"Fuck it," he declared, "I don't care of you rip a gash in it as long as you keep your hand on it like that!"
Their desires were out in the open: no more need for game-playing.
"Wanna see the rest?" she boldly asked.
"Fuckin' A!" he rasped.
"You too, then," she stipulated, nodding at his pants.
Rex tugged them down as she rose from the couch and took her mini-dress at the hem, raising it over her hips and sliding it over her tits and shoulders like peeling a ripe fruit. By the time he was out of his pants and furiously at work getting his shirt and shoes off, she was already standing in front of him with nothing on her body but the canary yellow panties and a deep tan.
He hadn't taken his eyes off her during the entire process. As soon as his last clothes hit the floor he fairly dove at her. They rolled together back onto the big leather couch and she giggled, flushed with the excitement of his hands on her newly naked curves.
"Not so fast," she kidded. "I might break."
Rex kissed her hungrily on the neck and cheeks, then covered her lips with his and bestowed a surprisingly chaste kiss upon her. She put her arms around his neck, looked him deeply in the eyes and, removing her mouth from his just far enough to speak, said, "Isn't this better, baby?"
She surged her tongue into his mouth and flicked its tip across his strong white teeth. He eagerly opened his mouth and let her in the rest of the way. Her tongue found his and their spit mingled hot and sweet. Rex returned the pressure, forcing her tongue back into her mouth. She applied a suction and he felt his tongue being slurped inside as though by a whirling riptide.
He fell forward on her and their mouths never disjoined. She rolled onto her back and accepted the virile weight of his body between her legs. Suddenly, with no prior touching at all, Rex found his chest pressed tightly against the resilient mass of her plump boobs and his stiff cock rubbing the thick curls of her big black bush. He freaked out at the touch of his manhood upon her naked cunt, and began jabbing the head of it wildly. It didn't hurt her any, but it pissed her off that so much good cock was going to waste.
"Hold on," she whispered. "We got plenty of time. Here, lemme show you what to do with that horny thing."
Kelly took it between her thumb and forefinger and guided the straining knob into the vestibule of her damp pussy. At last it was meat against meat instead of against the thick muff of her cunt hair. She wasn't fully aroused yet by a long shot, but she was still able to slip the head of it inside far enough to keep him on target as he thrust away at her.
"Ungh!" he grunted, feeling the slick, moist lips close over the hot head of his prick. "Goddamn, lemme go in... lemme give it to you nice and deep."
Her panties were only a few inches below her groin since neither of them had bothered to take them right off. The urgency of their contact had made the wispy yellow undergarment just slip a bit lower on her... low enough for him to get his cock over the elastic. On the first full stroke of his ravenous instrument, his balls caught on the waistband and he yelled bloody murder.
"Rex," she complained, "will you take it easy, for Christ's sake? I don't even have my fuckin' panties off yet!"
She wiggled her ass and peeled off as far as her knees, but before she could get them any lower her cunt was sharply penetrated again by his rock-hard machine.
Now she was hotter than before. She didn't want to wait. Rex was obviously losing all traces of his former shyness and she wasn't about to let a bit of his handsome young manhood go to waste. She spread her thighs open for him and when she felt his shin rip through her still-hanging panties, she was beyond caring about them.
"That's okay, baby," she gasped, hunching her ass to meet him. "Don't worry about my damned panties. I don't care if they get ripped to shreds as long as you take good care of what is underneath 'em!"
"Oh shit, I'm gonna do that?" he cried, pumping her full of meat as fast as he could go. "A while ago I was just dying to get a glance at this thing and now I've got my prick in it. Whoopeeeee!"
She loved the feel of his hard muscles and the vigor of his stiff cock. It was much better than having the softer, older body of her dad working out between her legs.
"Sideways, a little, Rex," she whispered, urging him aside with her firm, slick thighs. "There... ah, that's good... I wanna feel it in a certain place... ah... ah, right there... that's great... oh Jesus, you're whopping me good now."
But it was soon evident that Rex was a bit too active. In his fiery zeal at being allowed in her panties for the first time, he was letting his cock take over... and it was pushing on toward climax with no slowing down.
She wrapped her legs around his and began hunching along with him, increasing the friction and raising her tits into closer contact with his heaving chest. When she heard how hard and fast he was breathing, she had a sudden fear of him shooting off too soon and leaving her high and dry. She was getting terribly hot and juicy, but she wasn't nearly ready to end the party.