The Seduction 4 - Playing with her small tits

***She***

I lick and chew at his hard, tiny nipple, trying to regain some lost

ground.

The zipper at my back slips downward and a large hand finds its way

inside my top just as the doors of the elevator ‘ding’ and open.

Muscular arms sweep me off my feet, and without apparent effort, he

carries me to an apartment door.

Somehow, without disturbing me as I recline in those strong arms, he

manages the unlocking and opening of the door.

Lights come on as I’m transported into a spacious living area that

fairly screams ’seduction zone’!

I’m deposited on a large ottoman in the center of the sunken living

area, and music fills the room from unseen speakers.

A drink is thrust into my hand and I sit up to take a sip, not

bothering to pull my top up as is slips down my arms.

He sits, watching, sipping his own drink, on the circular sofa

surrounding the ottoman.

I am on display, so I take the role and run with it.

***He***

She extends the almost empty glass and I take it from her, admiring

her bare shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts.

Slowly, gracefully, turned half away from me, she removes the silky

fabric of her top, putting on a show.  The skirt follows and she

reclines her deliciously naked form in the center of the ottoman.

On her petite frame, the smallness of her breasts makes her look more

vulnerable, more fragile.

She writhes upon the ottoman, one knee up, the other leg extended. An

elegant finger slips eagerly into the thatch of curly brown hair at

her vee, parting the moist folds and penetrating far inside.

The other hand clutches a small tit, squeezing hard before taking the

rigid little nipple between thumb and middle finger, pulling it far

from her body. Her hips rise to meet her two middle fingers.