It would be pretty embarassing if it turned out I was getting the wrong idea about all this. I mean, who knows, maybe she didn't realize how provocative she was being. So far all she'd done was make eye contact and wear sexy clothes, there was no sure indicator that she wanted me.
"It's, um, right there," I said, reaching out to grab it. She leaned over to grab it at the same moment. Believe me or not, I really didn't mean to put my hand into her cleavage! For a moment, I was too shocked to even move it.
"Oh Jesus, I'm... it was an accident!" I stammered.
"Oops," she giggled. "Don't worry about it, I know you didn't mean to."
A charged silence fell into the room.
"You can move it now," she grinned, indicating my hand still tucked in between her large, firm tits.
"Oh!" I shouted, a little louder than I meant to, and yanked back. My face was burning red. She blushed a bit too, but I got the idea it was more for my sake than hers. My hand was absolutely tingling, as if that brief contact with her beautiful tits had left an aftereffect. I could feel an almost magnetic effect drawing me to touch her again, and had to consciously stop myself from doing it.
"So," she said. "I know we found the drill and all, but if you don't have anything else to do, maybe you could hang around for a bit? It gets kind of lonely here, and I could use the company. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind, you're a friend of his after all."
Naturally, I accepted.
"Great!" she said. "Let's get out of this dusty garage."
A moment later, we were both sitting on the couch in the living room. I'd sat on one end, figuring she'd sit at the other, but instead she sat down right in the middle, close to me. I really hoped I wasn't misinterpreting her signals.
We chatted about this and that for a while, keeping the conversation light, until she stopped me. "You keep looking at my breasts," she said with a little smile.
It was pointless to try and deny it. "Well, they do kind of stand out," I said.
"It's all right, they're there to be looked at," she said, and actually cupped them in her hands and held them out. "I kind of like the attention they get me. I even catch the girls looking at them sometimes. And I always have to deal with guys brushing up against me, trying to get a feel without being obvious about it."
"Really, it was an accident."
"Oh, I believe you," she said happily. "I mean, no one would be that obvious if they wanted to make it look like a mistake. But you don't have to pretend you're sorry about it. I mean, come on, you liked it, didn't you?"
"Well, of course," I said. "Who wouldn't? You have some gorgeous tits." I couldn't believe I'd just said that!
But she just smiled again. "That's sweet of you," she said. "And don't worry, I can take a compliment. You seem so antsy about saying something that might offend me. I'd be a lot more offended if you'd touched my tits and *didn't* like it, you know."
"Good point," I conceded. I liked the way this girl thought.
"Look, I know how we can clear the air a bit and get past all this awkwardness," she said, standing up. She walked around in front of me and, to my astonishment, pulled her top off over her head. A pair of silky white breasts bounced free. They stood straight out in front of her, completely ignoring the force of gravity, the nipples tiny pink buds that wanted badly to be sucked.
"There, now," she said, in conversational tones, "you can see I'm perfectly comfortable about all this. I like it when you look at my tits. I know I've got a hot body, I figure, why not show it off?"
She sexed back to the sofa and sat next to me again, even closer this time. Her wide blue eyes seemed innocent of anything out of the ordinary, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to sit half-naked with a man she'd just met, chatting about the weather.
"So," she said, "Where were we?"
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