Karl looked surprised with my reaction too at first, but said: Sorry, Jill, I didnt mean anything bad or to be disrespectful to you. I just could not avoid it. He took a breath, opened a shy smile, and continued: Anyway, you look like an angel in white with a wicked touch of this sexy red bra. And, I have to say that, it seems you have the most beautiful pair of breasts Ive been close to in my entire life. I was still a bit shaken, but also flattered and his sincere words softened me. I put my arm down, and there he was staring directly at my bosom, not trying to disguise it.
I patted his hand softly and said: No problem, Karl. I am not a frightened young girl. He was encouraged with this, opened a smile, and shot: Can you open your robe for a second? I didnt know what to do: I felt somehow sorry for him as a lonely man, about his age, how I was flattered by his kind comment. I was softened, and thought So what? I opened up the top of my robe, revealing my bra and a good part of by tits: the aureole and nipples were hidden, but I was showing a lot on top.
Karl looked at them like if enchanted, opened a big smile, and slowly held my boobs over the bra, feeling their shape, weight, how soft they were. Then he caressed softly the skin on top with one hand, still holding a tit firmly with the other. It was good and I was amused, but I felt it had gone too far: I smiled and said joyfully Just seeing, no touching!, and I stood up to get some more coffee in the kitchen. I felt his eyes darting at my ass and body as I walked to the sink, my back to him.
I came back with the jar and started filling up his cup, standing close to him, and he attacked again clearly pretending to be naive: Jill, how come I dont see anything red at your bottom? My resistance was gone then. I sleep in the nude, Karl, I just put on my bra when I stood up so my breasts wont sag. He continued the game: I dont believe you. You must be wearing something. I am not I replied. Then you have to prove it, he concluded.
Checkmate! I was still standing close to him, and I felt his hand on my knee, touching it very lightly, and moving up slowly along my long legs, inside my thighs. I did not move or object, as I was becoming very aroused too. At last he reached my naked pussy, and got a big surprise: I am hairy down there, as I am very allergic to waxing or shaving. I only trim a bit along my leg creases, so no hair shows out of my bikini bottom.
I was excited with his touching and with the situation, and my pussy dripped as he placed his hand all over it, enjoying the softness of my pubic hair, and started to touch the lips with a finger. I lost my senses. I saw a bulge in his shorts, bent down and whispered to his ear: Now its my turn, let me see it. He unzipped, still caressing my pussy with the other hand, and took his penis out. It was my time to look, mouth opened: it was incredibly thick, not too long, bus very thick. He was uncut, and the huge red head showed up inside his very white foreskin, dripping wit precum. I held it, and I could not close my small hands around. My pussy was a mess, I resented Martin for being absent the whole week, maybe even more, and I had to have that cock inside me. I had a spark of rationality, and walked silently, barefoot, to our suite. Through the closed door I could hear Martins heavy snore. We were safe!