Slutty White Female After we passed through the french doors leading to the deck, she took my hand and led me to the end of the deck, away from the light coming through the doors and windows. Meanwhile, someone had put on a CD of slow dance music. She put her glass on the rail, took mine and put in on the rail, and took me in her arms and began to dance with me. I had danced with her many times before, but this one seemed different.
Slutty White Female She pulled herself close to me, almost pushing in, I could feel her breasts on my chest and her pussy up against my dick, her head cradled on my neck, her hand on the back of my neck, kind of humming along with the music. She slipped one of her legs in between mine and moved her crotch, provocatively, over my thigh.
Slutty White Female She was definitely quite high, slightly slurring, her breath overpowering with tequila. She whispered it felt so nice being in my arms and so close to me. I was so strong, she felt so secure. She asked if I liked holding her, did I like having her in my arms. I, of course, was polite and said she was quite a package to hold.
Slutty White Female She was holding my left hand as we danced, then gently moved it over her right breast, rotating it around and around, then squeezing my hand, cupping her breast. She took my fingers and rolled them around her erect nipple, now sticking straight out under her blouse. She asked if I liked touching her breast and I said it was wonderful, but we should stop before we got into trouble.
She persisted, paused, then took the same hand and placed it between her spread legs, moving it up and down her crotch. The thin cotton of her summer ankle pants allowed me to feel the outline of her pussy with my fingertips on her opening. She kissed me lightly on the neck, then my cheek, finally my lips, as she whispered how wonderful my hand felt. She asked me to move it around. She was very aroused.
