It was our third date and we had decided to stay in at his place and rent a movie. We were sitting side by side on the couch when I reached for the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and sat back, leaning on him. He put his arm around me and rested his hand on my shoulder as we watched the movie. Now, I don't know whether it was because he was too subtle, I was too distracted by the movie, or because I simply didn't mind; but I hadn't noticed his hand slowly drifting down from my shoulder over time until his hand was resting on my left breast and his fingers gave me that first gentle squeeze. At first, that one squeeze was all he did. I didn't really mind, his hand was warm and heavy on my breast and the way he had squeezed it was actually quite gentle and felt rather pleasant; so I left his hand where it lay. I had worn a red fuzzy shirt with a low cut V-neck and a demi-cup bra. The material of the shirt may have been fuzzy, but it was actually quite thin. I had wanted to show off a little cleavage for his eyes to see. Maybe it was that part of my soft pillowy mounds that were visible; or the sight of my pendant, a pewter cross on a silver chain, partially hidden as it nestled in my cleavage. Or maybe it was my perfume, but whatever it was, it had certinly spurred him on to be surprisingly yet pleasantly bold with me. His large hand with his slightly spread fingers nearly cupped my breast. His palm covered my areole and the ball of his hand crossed the boundary of my shirt collar and rested on the bared flesh of the upper inside quarter of my breast. All in a fairly comfortable manner for his hand to be resting there as far as I was concerned. I think maybe that first lone squeeze was a test; something to see how I would react or if I had even noticed. Of course I did notice, but again, I didn't mind so I let his hand be. After a few minutes of me doing little more than briefly smile while watching the movie, his hand had begun to move again. It started with his pinky, the digit flexing slightly and curling quickly into the malleable flesh of my mammary. It was brief, his finger relaxing almost as suddenly as it had moved. Then the next finger did the same thing, followed by his ring finger and finally his index finger doing the same motion. It was like a strange, ticklish, pulsing massage rolling across the front and underside of my breast. I tried not to laugh, making a mischievous smile that he failed to notice as his eyes were glued to the screen. As I continued to show no resistance, the movements of his fingers became both smoother and more coordinated as he went on groping my breast. As strange as it may have seemed, it really did feel very pleasant. I closed my eyes and was smiling despite myself, my attention much less on the movie and much more on the sensation at my left tit. Appearantly, letting his hand do as i pleased with my chest had served to encourage his boldness. He changed his movements, now even getting his palm involved in the motions as his whole hand seemed to undulate from the wrist. It was like a wave of pressure rolling from the top of my breast, down the front and spreading on the underside of my boob with his fingers. I dropped my shoulder and leaned in against him even more so he could reach more easily. It was arousing and relaxing at the same time. I had completely stoped watching the movie and was content to let him do that all night if he wanted to. Then suddenly, his hand had lifted off me breast and moved back up to my shoulder. I was actually disappointed that the amateurish massage had stopped; and opening my eyes, I looked to him as if to ask for an explanation, but I said nothing. His eyes still stared ahead at the movie on the TV screen only now he had a guilty expression as if he had been caught stealing from the cookie jar. As if suddenly he remembered he was a gentleman and gentleman don't go groping and massaging their date's boobs. It was chivalrous, it was boyish, it was old fashioned, it was cute, it was adorable even; but most of all, it was completely unnecessary. I reached up with my own hand and placed his back where it had been on my breast. My left nipple had begun to harden from all the attention my tit was getting. Maybe that was why he had moved his hand back to my shoulder, because he could feel it start to poke the center of his palm through my clothes. Reason or not, it was obvious he had felt my nipple becoming erect because after I had put his hand back on my tit, he shifted it upward so that he could rub his fingers back and forth across my nipple though my clothes. With one finger he had tapped on it, flicked it, pressed it in like a button from over my clothes. He rubbed the rubbery teat and pinched it slightly between his fingers. I was definitely enjoying the attention, even my right nipple had begun to harden like its twin and that one hadn't been touched yet. I hadn't planned on any of this, and I don't think he did either. He was very much the spur of the moment kinda guy, so this seemed even hotter because it had been so random, and yet felt so very good. Perhaps I had moved without realizing, or maybe he heard something, but something had spooked him and he abuptly stopped and put his hand back on my shoulder. Another glance at his face and once more there was that sheepish expression of guilt upon it. I wasn't about to have that, not while things had begun to feel so good. Again I reached up and grabbing his hand, placing on my breast. That time he seeemd to get the message, because no sooner had I let go of it then he was sliding his hand underneath my shirt and into my bra to fondle my tit directly. His hand was slightly cold compared to the temperature of my skin beneath my clothes and my breast broke out into goosebumps. They didn't last long though as my already heated boob quickly warmed his palm and fingers as he carressed my mammary skin to skin. I simply adored how his rough finger tips felt on my swollen, rock hard nipple. I turned my head and we kissed continuously while he fondle my chest. I don't remember the rest of the movie and I doubt he does either. He kept going back and forth massaging my breast and teasing my nipple while we kissed until sometime part way through the movie's ending credits.

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A date with my boobs

By necryel -- Report

A date at the beginning of a relationship.