On the Sofa

I was over at my girlfriend Diane's house one summer Saturday afternoon, we were alone, since her family was on vacation, and she had to stay and work on the weekdays. As was the norm, we were seated on the sofa, and I hand my hand up under her top, fondling her breasts.

For some reason, I had to leave the living room, and when I came back, I thought of another way to feel her breasts. I got behind the sofa, and began to rub her shoulders, gradually slipping my hands to her bare skin by the neck of her loose, sleeveless top. As she sat there, quietly enjoying the massage, I slipped both of my hands into her top and in her bra. There was an audible gasp as my hands reached their target, and as my fingers gently stroked her breasts and played with her nipples, a big smile came over her face as began to softly moan.

After about ten minutes, she said, 'I want to trade places.' I moved to the sofa, and she stood behind. Her fingers began to stroke my sides and my ribs, and she unbuttened my shirt. I began to squirm, since her light touch tickled, and it felt so good that I could feel my jeans swell. I'm certain she saw it to, as she told me to lay down on the sofa.

As I lay there, she did something that I did not expect-she pulled off her top and bra, exposing her luscious breasts to me for the very first time. As I reached out to play with her breasts, she leaned over and started kissing my chest and my stomach, causing my jeans to almost burst.

Gently, she slowly undid my belt, unbuttoned the button at the top of my jeans, and pulled my zipper down. She spread my jeans open, exposing my briefs, and she stroked my thighs and then cupped my balls in her hand. After a couple of minutes, Diane took my engorged cock between her thumb and finger, and gave me my first massage down there. As I began to moan, enjoying every second of her touch, both of her hands found their way there, and I could not hold back any longer.

After a few minutes when we both stared into each others eyes, smiling and touching each other's chests, she said, 'My turn.'

I lay her down on the sofa, kissing her breasts and her stomach, and then undid her jeans. She had only a tiny pair of white cotton bikini panties, and it did not take much for my stroking her to make her cum.

Needless to say, that sofa became a very important part of our lives that summer.