Melissa's cunt was starting to simmer. Mike put his arm around her and she leaned against him. He tilted her chin up and kissed her on the lips, brushing his mouth lightly on hers for a moment, then kissing her with rising passion.

His lips ground on hers and his tongue slid out and probed into her mouth. Melissa had been French kissed before and she liked it. She began to suck his tongue with enthusiasm, making him breathe heavily.

Glancing down, she saw that the front of his trousers had begun to balloon.

She would have been insulted if it hadn't.

They swapped tongues and saliva, panting into each other's open mouth. His hand crept onto the outline of her tit and she shuddered. She hadn't decided how far she would let him go, but a feel of tit was okay. It felt real good to have him fondle her tits.

He began to unbutton her blouse.

Melissa grabbed his wrist, stopping him. But that was only for show. She didn't want him to think that she was a whore or anything. She held his wrist for a moment, then released it, with a sigh, and allowed him to continue to open her blouse.

The garment fell away and she arched her slim back. She wasn't wearing a bra and her naked tits thrust up, perkily peaked and pert and tantalizing.

He began to stroke and pet her mounds and to tug gently on the pink tips.

"You got great tits!" he croaked, his lips moving on hers, speaking right into her open mouth.

He punctuated his words by feeding her a tongue sandwich. Melissa sucked on his lapper, moaning with pleasure as her nipples swelled and tingled.

Mike placed a hand on her inner thigh.

Again she grabbed his wrist, restraining him for a moment, and again she released him. He rubbed up her thigh very slowly. Her knees parted slightly. Mike cupped his hand over her panty-clad cunt and she shuddered.

The crotch of her tiny bikini panties was soaking wet and so hot he wondered that they hadn't melted. He rubbed her clit through the sodden silk and Melissa began to pant like a steam engine.