Football, Beer and Sexual Delights

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Cheryl and Mark sat together on the opposite couch as we all watched an erotic film on TV. An arousing scene was playing of a man tenderly fondling a beautiful woman's breasts, as she stroked his cock. We were drinking and had each finished off several, leaving us feeling quite loose and uninhibited. As I watched the film, I noticed a movement on the couch. It was Mark gently putting his arm around Cheryl's shoulders and lightly pulling against her arm. Curious about what would happen, I divided my attention between the TV and the two of them. Her body began to lean slightly toward him as the slight pressure took effect. She was aware of his arm and what he apparently was trying to achieve but, expending no effort either way, she allowed the pressure to continue as she watched the scene on TV unfold. Almost imperceptibly, her head and shoulders slid toward him, edging little by little until her head was leaning against his shoulder.

Tightening his grip, and turning slightly, he moved her even further until she was fully leaning against him, her head below his arm and against his chest. His arm extended down her side, his hand resting on her stomach at the very bottom of her designer t-shirt. He paused, waiting for a reaction. Getting no response his hand moved under her shirt reaching her ribs. The shirt was moving upward as he progressed, exposing her trim smooth stomach. Her eyes remained focused on the action unfolding in the film as if nothing was unusual, but I could see that her breathing had changed, it was deeper and slightly faster. Boldly moving upward, his hand reached the bottom of her full breast, and I could see his fingers cup under it then lift and lightly flex, gently squeezing.

His actions were extremely bold and impulsive and I thought, could end up being very embarrassing for both of them. The room was not dark and she knew other eyes could see what was unfolding. If she wanted him to stop, at any point, it was obvious now was the time, but, surprisingly, there was no reaction from her at all. Moving his fingers fully onto her breast, he began to massage and caress it, lightly pinching her nipple. A few moments later, his other arm reached down slowly pulling the remainder of her shirt higher, exposing her superb, and now naked breasts. Evidently, not satisfied, he continued pulling. As the material moved, it reached her arms and, without resistance, they were pulled upward, along with her shirt, to move above her head. Still she made no effort to resist as it slid along and completely off. Her arms still above her, she remained motionless as he drank in the beauty of her flawless breasts, firmly reaching upward, their smooth creamy whiteness tipped by the dark red base surrounding each large slightly pink nipple. Soon his hands were covering them, fondling and teasing her nipples. They hardened with excitement at his touch.

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