Without looking away from the reflection of the private’s face she reached back and took the shoes. He was about to step away when Sarah threw the shoes off to the side of the room. “Come closer,” she cooed.
Tommy did as she asked, this time her hand went back again, but not to retrieve any shoes. He gasped as her hand brushed against the front of his uniform pants. Then she wrapped her hand around him and pulled his body against hers. Private Whacker’s hard cock pressed between the part of Sarah’s firm ass cheeks. His breathing had grown shallow and he was very tense. Sarah looked up to make sure his eyes were still in the mirror. “What to you think about my shirt?” she said fanning it open over her cleavage. “Do you think I am showing enough breasts?”
Tommy was frozen in disbelief and was unable to say anything in response. So she decided to answer for him. “You’re right, I could show a little more skin,” Sarah told him as she completely unbuttoned the remaining part of the shirt. Again all Tommy could do was stare and press him throbbing erection against her ass. Sarah stretched her arms out behind her and found his hands. She brought them around her body and moved both into the open part of the shirt created in the middle. At first his hands only rested on her tits, her stiffing nipples poking the insides of his fingers. Then, greedily Tommy began to grab and squeeze the large breasts, as if he’d never have the chance to again. Little did he know it really would be the last time that he’d ever see Sarah again.
Finally Private Whacker broke his silence and spoke into Sarah ear, his soft breath brushing against her earlobe as he did. “There is something you should know,” he told her, “I have never been with a woman before.”
Sarah’s smile widened until she was sure it went from ear to ear. She nudged her ass into him, encouraging him to continue. His fingers had now found her nipples and he was playing with them. She let out a gentle moan as he pinched and rolled her hardened nipples between his fingers.
“I bet you have a lot of pent up sexual frustration?” Sarah asked, but it was more of a statement, rather than a question.
“Mmm god, do I ever,” he breathed into her ear. Tommy had grown a lot bolder now; one of his hands moved from her breasts and began making it’s way down her body. His mouth kissed the sides of her neck with a passion Sarah hadn’t felt since she was with Jack Anderson. He only stopped when Sarah asked him a question.
“How would you like me to help release some of that frustration?”
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