There was a lass at university that I hit it off with that never really went anywhere. It was a bit of an odd one as we seemed to get on like a house on fire, but it just did not progress. Her name was Ellie. She was maybe 5’2, curvy, with dark ginger hair, beautiful brown eyes, and the most amazing pair of 34DDs. We met initially with a group of her new classmates, one of whom I had played sport against for a couple of years before he joined the university. I stopped to say hello and was introduced to her and the rest of the group.
We met again in one of the local clubs. She was about to leave as she had gotten bored, but as I walked in, I asked her if she fancied a beer, and we ended up chatting all night. She gave me her number and then we started chatting, but neither of us took the plunge and did anything about it.
During the course of this “thing,” I had mentioned my mum makes a mean traditional English roast as she is a trained chef. I had promised Ellie that at some point she should come up for lunch sometime. Anyway, this day arrived, and I picked her up from her family home on my way to my parent’s house as it was on the way, and that way she could have a few glasses of wine with lunch.
We made our way up for lunch and had roast chicken, as that was her favourite. During lunch, she consumed a few glasses of wine that made her a little tipsy. After lunch we were all sitting down watching a film, but halfway through she asked if she could have a tour of the farm. So, I took her out, and we wandered across the fields and showed her the animals, the woods, the shed, and finally a small, converted outbuilding, fitted out like a very small studio-type thing that friends of ours would stay in.
She asked for a look, so I got the keys and we went inside. She sat on the bed and then she said sit beside her. We could easily talk for hours, and this was no different. The conversation drifted to slightly more sexual things, although not explicitly sex. We had sort of fooled around before, and I had been lucky enough to see her tits. They were magnificent, with a gorgeous shape and great size with beautiful pink nipples.
The conversation drifted toward her body. She was a touch body conscious but did not need to be in my opinion and I always said that to her. I also mentioned that she had the most amazing tits, but she would not always accept it. Anyway, whilst she was straddling me (this was not uncommon) she lifted her blue dress over her head to reveal a gorgeous black bra. She questioned me about how “amazing” I thought they were and explained why I did. I told her that I could explain better if she was not wearing the bra. She looked and smiled at me and said “Cheeky,” but she said, “ok, you are allowed one attempt to take it off, if you fuck up, tough luck!” Did not want to cock this up and thankfully I got it the first time. Phew!
Off came her bra and out came those amazing DDs. I was just admiring them for a minute until she asked me to put my hands up. She took them both and placed them on her tits. Who was I to complain! She said, "How do they feel?" I told her how amazing they felt, and I could feel her nipples getting harder. I gently massaged them for a short while and whilst I watched her enjoy my handiwork, my cock was growing ever harder, and it was starting to strain my trousers.
I was desperately trying to hide my ever-growing hard-on, as I did not want to ruin the moment, but that came a cropper when she evidently felt it when she leant back a little whilst straddling me. What happened next, I was not expecting. She stood up and hopped off the bed. She then asked me to stand up and who was I to argue, plus I was not sure where this was going. She came in close to me and in one movement hooked her thumbs inside the hemline of the trousers and had them around my ankles. Suddenly, I was there with an extremely hot topless redhead in front of me and my raging hard-on!