As Mrs. Kaufman considered what to say, I took the plunge. I touched one of her nipples with my finger and pressed firmly, moving my finger up and down and from side to side, “Does this cause your nipple to become aroused?”
While I manipulated the tip of her breast, still completely covered by her blouse and bra, Mrs. Kaufman looked squarely at me, put her hands on my shoulders and looked into my face, “This is amazing! I haven’t felt that kind of tingle in my breasts for years. I thought it was gone.”
She went on, “To answer your question, yes! I can feel that.”
“Does it feel good?” I asked.
“It certainly does,” she answered.
“Do you think it would feel better on your bare nipple?”
I did not wait for her to say anything. She let me unbutton her blouse. To her waist and open it to reveal her lacy white bra. Her breasts were pressed tightly against the nylon and lace, and just a bit of pink areola was visible behind the lace.
I leaned back to enjoy the view of this old family friend whose tits I had dreamed about for so long. As I gazed at these prizes that I hoped to soon see completely bare, I marveled at how easy it had been to talk her into feeling comfortable about exposing herself.
All along, my cock had been wiggling and dripping. I feared that she had noticed and might become alarmed. If she did see that there as an eight-inch snake in my pants, she gave no hint, but there was a clearly visible wet spot on my pant leg.
Mrs. Kaufman sat by me and did not resist as I gently massaged her nipples through the bra. I was in no hurry. This was heaven to see her aging but pretty face as she enjoyed the sensations.
In the back of my mind, I wondered about her marriage and Mr. Kaufman. Didn’t he do this for her all the time? Maybe their love making was over? I was certain that any number of men in town would love to be doing what I was doing to Mrs. Kaufman at that moment.
These thoughts only made me more eager to remove her bra and to see how firm her breasts still were and how her nipples looked in the open air. I was just about to reach that final goal when her phone rang.
Her phone was on the coffee table in front of us, and Mrs. Kaufman leaned forward to pick up the phone. A she did, her open blouse allowed me to see how her breasts moved as she bent and twisted and swung herself back to an upright position.
She listened, said ok a few times, then ended the call. “That was Mr. Kaufman. He’s on the way home and will be here in ten minutes.”
I smiled and said, “Oh, then perhaps we should discuss your photo project at another time.”
Mrs. Kaufman’s nipple points were majestic and obviously at maximum size. With regret I pulled her blouse together, covering her bra, and I carefully buttoned her blouse.
As she began to straighten the old photographs, she made no reference to having been felt up in her own livingroom by a young man who she had known for years. I was willing to bide my time and wait for another day, that is, unless Mrs. Kaufman would have second thoughts and try to forget that this had happened.