“Roses are red, your eyes are blue, are you busy tonight? I want to see you…”
I find the letter in my mailbox, signed with a heart from Kat. There’s no postage, which leads me to conclude she dropped it off herself. I pull out my phone to send her a text.
I’m free tonight 🙂 Whatcha thinking?
I attach a photo of her valentine.
Oh good, you got it, she replies. Would you like to celebrate Galentine’s Day with me, darling?
Right–it’s February 13th today.
I tell her, Of course! I’m free after 4pm for the evening.
Great, love, I’ll swing by then to pick you up. Love you
I happily finish my lunch break and head back to work, eager for tonight. I finish about ten of 4, which is enough time to walk back home and freshen up. I hear a car horn beep pleasantly. I grab my fox purse, slip on my white flats, and dash out the door.
“Hi, sweetheart,” she says, bending from the driver’s side to see me as I approach. She has her sunglasses on to shield from snow glare and a beaming smile with red lipstick.
“Hey!” I say, climbing in the passenger seat.
“How would you feel about a trip to the mall?” she asks, starting to drive off. “I thought you could give me some fashion advice.”
I’m hardly the one to be giving her fashion advice, but I agree, grinning.
Our first stop is a curvy women’s clothing store. Everything is decked out in red and white for their Valentine’s Day sale.
“What did you need to get?” I ask, my eyes roaming the displays.
Kat gives me a smirk and leads me back to the lingerie. “I was hoping you could help me pick out something sexy.” She pauses at a purple lace baby doll, feeling the fabric. It’s fairly conservative as these things go.
“I thought you didn’t like purple,” I say. My eyes have caught a different rack of all reds, themed for Valentine’s Day. I go over to browse. I’m more drawn to satiny fabrics than lace, but I ask her what Mark likes.
“He likes either. What about you?”
“I think the lace looks really nice, but I definitely prefer the silky ones for the feel.”
“Do you wanna pick some out for me to try on?”
“Sure!”
I know her size, so I get to work. I smirk to myself as I pick out the most scandalous ones they have. It’s a mainstream clothing store, so they don’t have anything crazy, but I go for push-up plunge as much as possible–anything to show off her chest. When she comes back over with her own armful, I show her.
“Of course that’s what you’d go to,” she says, blushing faintly beneath her makeup. She takes my suggestions from me and motions for me to follow her back to the dressing rooms. Once there, she smiles confidently and hands me the ones she’s picked out. “I thought we’d pick for each other,” she says happily.
“Oh! I didn’t realize I was here to shop, too. I thought we were picking something for Mark for tomorrow.”
“Well yes, I’m picking one out for Mark for tomorrow,” she says. But then she looks around to make sure no one will overhear, then says, “But you and I need something for tonight!” She whispers it in my ear, then kisses my cheek. I’m very happy with this version of Galentine’s Day!
We go to separate changing rooms, and after each outfit, we meet, show off, then look in the mirror side by side. I tried to pick ones with good support for her chest, and she went the total opposite for me–as much squish as possible. She eventually settles on one of my choices for one that Mark will like, but we haven’t settled on anything for tonight. We both get dressed and head back out to browse.
Suddenly Kat grabs my arm excitedly. “Ooh! See the ones over there?” She leans in to whisper in my ear, “What would you say if we were matching….”
We walk over casually–she certainly wouldn’t want the salespeople to gather that we were getting things for each other. They have the same basic design in opposite colors: one is mostly red with trimmings of black, the other is mostly black with trimmings in red. You can also mix and match the panties. Kat gives me a look and pulls two outfits out, suppressing giggles as she picks out panties for me. We grin quietly going back to the dressing rooms.
They both have moderate support, mostly satin with a bit of lace around the hemlines. The back of the babydoll is fairly open, but it hangs fully over the torso. She has the mostly red; I have the mostly black. We dress quietly, then meet in the mirror again.
It’s strange matching her. I can’t help but feel the familiar blush of her looking so gorgeous and me looking so….
“Stop that, darling,” Kat says assertively but gently. “I want you to turn and look at your sexy behind in the mirror.” I turn, like she wants, and lift up my babydoll to give my butt a fair look. It’s a cheeky, lacy thong, and it does make me look pretty good. You can also see my tattoo on my back through the top. In the mirror, I see Kat glance behind to make sure no one’s looking when she lightly slaps my butt for emphasis. kocaeli escort “You look sexy as all get out.”
I glare at her but secretly smile.
Kat decides these are the ones for us. She gives me her hallmark confident nod, and pulls me in casually for a side hug. I’m staring right down her chest, and I blush. Enough of these sexy outfits, or I’ll have a hard time behaving myself in public.
Our next stop is a nail parlor–full mani-pedis in red to match our outfits. By the time that’s done, it’s certainly time for dinner, and Kat again treats me to a dinner out together. I look at her across the small, white-clothed table, feeling bubbly. Her dark hair, red lips, and fair skin are absolutely gorgeous. I could stare at her all day….
“You good there, sweetheart?” she asks over a mouthful of food. Her large brown eyes take me in intently.
“Sorry, what?” I laugh awkwardly.
She laughs, swallowing behind her hand. “I was asking you if you figured out that system error at work you mentioned a couple days ago.”
“Oh. I was looking into it this morning, but it’s honestly above my pay grade to fix. I think I found a short term way to work around it, but no, it’s not figured out.”
Kat smirks, going back to eating.
“What!”
“You seem a little distracted, dear,” she says. God she’s so beautiful…. She looks up, catching my adoring gaze, and swallows again. “Maybe we should take the rest to go?” she asks, gesturing to our half-eaten plates.
I grin. “Sure.”
We head out, pay, and drive to their apartment in near silence. I feel my excitement and heat building under the surface, and every time she smirks knowingly at me, I blush, squeezing my legs together subconsciously. We come inside, and Kat tosses her keys on the little table by the door.
“Where’s Mark?” I ask. His car was gone. I follow her up the stairs and watch her butt sashay in front of me.
“Oh he’s working late,” she explains. “I told him ‘feel free’ because I wanted you all to myself this evening.”
I come up the stairs, and she pulls me in, wrapping her arms around my neck. “What do you say we get ourselves properly adorned in our new outfits?” Her gaze is settling more on my lips than my eyes. But then she looks up at me and smiles softly. My hands rest on her hips.
I’m tempted to start things right now, but she holds the shopping bag up between us, and I fish my items out. She sends me to the bathroom to change and says to meet her in the bedroom when I’m ready. I head off, seeing her put our leftovers in the fridge.
I love feeling sexy. I love the feel of the satin sliding over my skin. I love how round and sexy my butt looks with the underwear she picked. I neaten up my hair in the mirror, brush my teeth quickly to freshen my breath, and do one final look over. Good? I hope she likes it.
I tiptoe down to the bedroom and stick my head in. Kat grins at me, sitting in a sexy pose on the bed, chest squished forward for me. I feel an instant flush. She’s sitting on her hip, top leg crossed sexily over the bottom to make her rear look extra curvy. Her hair is still up and fancy and out of the way, with a bright red flower to match her outfit, but she took off the lipstick. Both arms are straight on the bed, supporting her weight, pressing her breasts forward and together. She beckons me into the room with one finger and a raised eyebrow.
“You wanna show off for me?” she asks in a sultry voice.
I smirk, raise my arms over my head, and dance slowly in a circle. When my back is fully toward her, I bend forward slightly and show off my butt, tossing my hair over my shoulder to look at her behind me.
“You wanna show off for me?” I ask, straightening.
She smiles, climbing off the bed, twirls rather quickly once, then raises her arms above her head, and bounces on her toes a few times. God those breasts…! She sees my unfiltered obsession and gently runs her hands over her chest. She looks down as she caresses herself for me and muses, “I sometimes wonder if you’d still think I’m attractive if I didn’t have these,” giving them a squeeze.
“Sweetheart…” I say imploringly. I cross the room to her in a few big steps, looking her squarely in the face. She stops and looks up at me. I gently trace my fingers over her temples and cheeks, and smile with a deep breath. I search her face quietly, trying to ingrain yet again the face I love so much. “You’re so much more beautiful than just your breasts,” I say quietly. “They’re not even my favorite feature of yours.”
“Oh?” she asks quietly. “I can see you get hot when you look at them. What feature do you like more?”
I laugh quietly, caressing her face gently. “I do get a little fired up from your girls, but you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I melt in those. Every time. If it wasn’t awkward most of the time, I would just stare into your eyes and lose myself there and never want to leave. I feel safe… when I look at you; I feel loved; I kocaeli escort bayan feel adoration…. You have the most beautiful, soft brown eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re dark, and warm, and kind… and no matter what I have going on inside me, it all goes quiet when you look at me and hold eye contact. I’d stay there forever if you let me.” I said all that with deep eye contact, and I can see something in her eyes now. Suddenly she exhales a breath she had been holding and crashes into me with a kiss. Her lips smush and mold to mine passionately as she tangles her hands in my hair. I hold her gently to me around her back, supporting her neck as she hungrily presses into me.
Her makeout begins to overtake her whole body, grinding against me, pulling me against her, pressing her large breasts against mine. My hands wander down, gripping her by her sexy little waist, groping her butt. The silky fabric was definitely the way to go. My hand slides beneath her silky panties to feel her cheek directly
“You’re so soft… when you touch me,” she murmurs between kisses. “I want to make love with you. Love me back, darling.” She gives me one more forceful kiss before breaking breathlessly. She rests her forehead against mine, eyes closed, breathing deeply. One little kiss, and another, then pressing kiss after kiss all over my face… my neck… the crook of my neck as her hands slide beneath the straps of my baby doll.
She stays there, caressing my upper shoulders warmly, her head pressed into my neck. “Hold me, Aly,” she says quietly, and I gratefully oblige. Her skin is so soft and warm to my touch, and I love the satin baby doll. I hold her warmly, but my fingertips trail little circles on her back. I want what’s under her clothes.
Kat pulls me back to the bed, making shy eye contact. “I want us to take things nice and slow tonight. We have all of tonight, just you and me.” She crawls backward onto the bed, pulling me by my fingertips after her, then cuddles against me as we both kneel in the center of the bed–so many silky curves pressed together–I love how her tiny waist feels in my hands as her massive chest squishes against me.
Kat wraps around me passionately for a slow makeout. Her perfect lips mold to mine again and again as she pulls my face to hers without break. I feel her tongue softly slip between my lips, and I reach mine to hers to tangle and massage with each other. She tastes so perfect, like always.
Her hands mostly tangle in my wild, blonde curls, but mine wander her torso. I caress her with warm, open palms, occasionally teasing my fingers beneath the satin straps across the open back. I hold her to me tenderly, and she’s so absolutely perfect in my arms.
Then she grips me suddenly, pulling me to flop on the bed with her. We land on our sides, which temporarily jolts us out of our kiss, and she giggles. She smiles, so happy, and tangles her legs with mine as she pulls closer against me and nuzzles her nose against mine. Her hand is on my waist, sliding behind me, and it tickles with the cold fabric enough to make me squirm with a giggle.
Her eyes light up even more at that reaction, and she slinks over me, pressing her thigh between my legs, caressing my waist right where it tickles.
“Kat!” I squirm, but now she’s more dominant over me. “I know you know that tickles!” I laugh, trying to hold her off, but she pins me assertively. Oh gosh–now her fingertips, trailing lightly right in my side–I toss my head back with laughter, squirming underneath her, when her pretty mouth latches onto the hollow of my collarbone to suck and lick gently. “Oh!” I gasp. That’s one of my favorite pleasure spots, and she knows it. My squirming becomes more like grinding–and I’m loving her thigh between my legs–and I carefully tangle my hands in her dark updo to hold her to that wonderful spot.
Her sexy little tongue teases and licks and probes right in that hollow, as her delicate lips wrap the area with gentle suction. I gasp and grind beneath her, with the occasional squirm from her tickly fingers. She finally releases with a wet smack and a warm, non-tickly caress. She looks me warmly in the eye with a soft smile.
“I know you want to go slow tonight, but that turned me on pretty hot, Kat.” I feel a buzzing heat in my body, and I want to ramp things up. I want to take her. I want–
Kat chuckles, giving me a forceful smooch–just the one. “I want to play with you and get you full-on fiery!” she says, rubbing her body against me. She leans in to kiss my neck, right beneath my ear, giggling. She kisses softly down my neck, getting out between every few, “Do I get to–play?–darling?” She’s found her way to the hollow again and full-on makes out right there.
“Oh gosh, darling…” I gasp, “you can do whatever you like.”
She squeals happily and pounces on top of me more fully. She runs her hands down the center of my chest, between my breasts, and down my soft stomach, before kocaeli escort pressing up a bit wider to take my large breasts in hand for a full squeeze on the way back up. I moan softly.
“Oh, you actually like that one?” Kat asks excitedly. “You never like when I play with your breasts.” She repeats the motion, sliding up from my stomach to give them both a proper squeeze. Then she settles in for a firm, kneading grope. I moan appreciatively. Kat laughs as she wonderfully mauls my chest. “It’s not that you don’t like breast play; you just like a different kind of play.”
“I’d like it a lot if you gently pinched and rubbed my nipples,” I say.
She tries to oblige. The fabric is relatively thin, so she can get a good grip and response, but she decides to slide me out of the baby doll cups for direct access. I guess that view is too tempting, because she quickly latches on with her mouth to suck and lick my nipples. Her mouth works them hard and plump nearly instantly. She sucks harshly on my engorged knobs until I squirm and whimper.
At that she sits up, crawls backward slowly, and slides my baby doll up my stomach. She plants her face on my stomach and kisses and caresses my entire torso, seeming to gain satisfaction when I squirm in protest from her tickly fingers and lips on my more sensitive zones.
She teases at the front of my underwear but neither pulls them down, slides her hands inside, nor gives attention over top. She simply plays right on the sensitive edge, working her fingers around the satin band, until she decides she wants me to roll over. “Roll over for me, dear,” she says huskily, caressing toward that movement. I do, till I’m flat on my stomach, and she hums appreciatively, smoothing her hands over my plump rear end.
She has almost full access to my large cheeks from the skimpy cut of the panties. She caresses, then gropes, then kneads my ass as I moan in appreciation. Right then she cuts off my appreciation with a playful slap.
“Hey!” I protest. “That’s not nice,” I pout. Her playful slaps are sometimes harder than she intends. Mark receives them far more than I do.
“Sorry, love,” she murmurs, before kissing my cheek sensually to make it better. She kisses and licks and massages my butt until she’s more than forgiven and we’re both satisfied.
She then smooths her hands up my back, under my baby doll, and gives me a heavenly massage. I sigh happily, relaxing under her touch, and she even works a few knots out up by my shoulders. When she’s given me a lovely service, she taps me to roll to my back. She continues the massage on my front, going all the way down to my legs, until my entire body relaxes into mush. She works her way back up my calves, up my thighs, till her hand gently rubs right between my legs over my panties.
“Ohh…” I moan, opening for her. She rubs warmly and firmly, turning my mush back into simmering flames. Then she pulls up.
“Mind if I go down on you first?” she asks quietly.
“I don’t mind at all,” I say, a bit breathily.
“I’m gonna get a little something for myself in the meantime, if that’s okay with you,” she says, looking at me. I give her the go ahead, and she slinks off the bed to the closet. She comes back with their small box of toys, and pulls out the egg-with-clit vibrator. She slips it subtly beneath her panties, her brow furrows in concentration just briefly, before I hear a very quiet hum start up. You can’t even see that she has it on beneath her panties, but she smiles contentedly as she crawls back onto the bed toward me. She looks at me lustfully, and I feel an anticipatory flush in my groin. She sexily removes my panties, then settles into position as I spread for her.
Her first lick sends shivers through my body. “Ah–” I moan. She holds my legs open firmly and presses her tongue up my slit for another few passes. She flutters her tongue right over my clit and I gasp, jerking beneath her. “That’s not going slow,” I remind her, and she buries her face in my sex. “Ohhh, ohhhhhhh…” I moan, trying to grind my hips into her face. She molds her mouth to my sex, sucking, licking, and caressing me with her lips. My heat builds and builds, and I’d guess hers does, too, from the passion with which she consumes me. I moan when her tongue pumps deep inside me, but it’s really her full-mouth suction on my clit that wracks me with pleasure. I squeal as her teeth graze my clit, and she gives me one sensual, wet lick before pulling up.
She got me inflamed–that she did. I look at her, panting, and she looks back at me hazily from the egg in her pussy. She kisses her way back up my body from my groin to my stomach, to my exposed breasts–she nibbles my little buds on the way–to bury herself at my neck, hands caressing my body.
“Sweetheart,” I mumble, pulling her face up. She lets me, and I pull her in for a heavy makeout. I can feel her heavy breasts on my chest. My hands wander up and inside her baby doll to caress her torso with my fingertips. Then I grip her firmly around her tiny ribcage as her body moves softly above me. I pull her up and out of the kissing, and she sits back on my pelvis. She’s barely with it now, from the stimulation she’s been receiving. I want to be the one to make her cum.