She nodded her head, unable to find even as simple a word as yes, though her mouth did let out a soft moan. She squirmed when his hand stopped moving, wanting to feel more of his wonderful touches.
Alexander smiled. He had this girl right where he wanted her.
"Now why don't you take off that bra of yours? You must be feeling quite hot." He ran his hand up the center of her tummy and brushed his fingers against the bottom of her breasts.
She was feeling hot, and she rolled onto her side to reach back and unhook her bra. Her breasts bounced free, and she lay back, her cheeks bright red. This was the first time she had ever let a man see her breasts, and she was suddenly terribly embarrassed.
Alexander had seen many breasts before, of all shapes and sizes. Some were small and perky, others were big and full. Some were like little bumps on a woman's chest, others sagged like udders. Some were fat and round like balloons, and some were small and plump like apples. Ally's were just perfect.
"Darling, I love them," he smiled. He pulled her in for another embrace, kissed her, and placed his hand on her left breast and gently squeezed.
As his hand found her breast, her body lifted up again. Whatever hesitation Ally might have felt about letting this stranger touch her, her body clearly wanted it. She moaned softly as she kissed him, knowing she had made a mistake. She knew this was wrong, but she didn't want to stop.
Still kissing Ally, Alexander gently started massaging her breast. It was so soft, smooth, and pale - a stark contrast to the rough, calloused, and sun-damaged flesh of his hand. And it was so big - his palm and fingers could barely contain it. He ran his hand over her tit as he would polish a glass globe. He started slowly at first, then gradually picked up speed as his enthusiasm grew.
