As soon as he was gone, Roberta turned and looked Amy over again, her eyes missing nothing. "You have a beautiful figure," she said. "I'll bet half the boys at home are after you all the time."

Amy blushed again. "Uh, where are we going?"

Roberta shrugged, setting her braless breasts jiggling. She sat on the couch that would later become Amy's bed. "I thought you might have something in mind you'd like to see first. The UN? Museum of Modern Art? Name it."

The two of them talked over the possibilities. Amy waited for Roberta to leave so she could change. Then she realized that the older woman wasn't going to leave. She decided this was no time to get shy and started taking off her clothes. "You must drive the boys crazy!" Roberta said again.

Amy looked over at her. Roberta was staring directly at her naked tits. Amy was standing only in a pair of wispy pink bikini-pants, cut high at the hips and making her legs seem longer than they were.

"Your tits are gorgeous," Roberta said, staring at them with heavy lidded eyes. Amy became acutely conscious of the dark-haired young woman's eyes fixing on her tits. She could almost feel a feathery touch from the gaze, and the atmosphere of the little room was abruptly thick with an electrifying and intense sexual tension.

Roberta reached out. Her long, meticulously manicured nails gleamed bright, glossy scarlet. Her fingers barely grazed the underside of Amy's jutting breasts in a graceful skim. Instantly, the sexual tension snapped into the open and Amy felt the hot flush of blood come to her cheeks and throat and chest as the nipple blossomed into a hard spike of taut pink flesh.

"You're like me," Roberta murmured, her hand constantly moving, fingers soft as if she were petting a skittish colt. "Your skin is alive to touch." Her hand slowly encircled Amy's left tit, tracing the firmly packed outer curve of the ripe young tit flesh. Her thumb and forefinger closed over the stiff spike of Amy's nipple, tugging it till the girl felt just a hint of pain there within the mound. Her mouth opened, lips suddenly dry; she felt her pussy juicing.