He slowly unbuttoned her blouse all the way down the front. It was strange that she had picked out her only really sexy bra to wear that morning. It was a lacy black bra that barely covered her ruby red nipples and was good for nothing except to add a little support.

He took one look at her barely covered tits as he peeled her blouse from her shoulders. She saw his eyes widen and his mouth make a round circle of approval. He was looking down her cleavage and smiling his wicked smile.

"Baby, that's a pair of whoppers you've got there," he said. "I wasn't sure they were real. Sometimes girls your age try to pad them."

"I don't need any padding," Carol said proudly.

"You sure don't."

He pushed her back on the bed. He slipped one hand behind her and unhooked the flimsy bra. She lifted her shoulders so that he could pull it away from her tits. He sat back and looked at her creamy tits for a moment, and then covered them both with his hands.

"Nice, baby," he said. "They feel real nice!"

His rough hands felt gentle as he squeezed and fondled her tits. He was experienced enough to know how to turn her on. His squeezing, caressing fingers made her tits even hotter, and she could feel her aching nipples brushing against his palms.

She started squeezing her thighs together as if she could ease the pressure between her legs that way. It didn't help. Squeezing her thighs together only seemed to make her hotter. Now her panties felt soaked with juice.

"Oh, what are you doing to me?" Carol asked, moaning in pleasure.

"You're going to like everything I do to you, baby," he said.

He bent his head down. His tongue flicked over one hard nipple.

She gasped for breath. It felt like electricity had suddenly shot from her tits all over her body. Her lips felt dry. She licked them, but it didn't help. She put her hand on his head.