***EROTIC STORY MONDAY - Part 3*** She unbuckled his belt a..

***EROTIC STORY MONDAY - Part 3*** She unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops. Like his shirt, she sent it overboard, lost, for now, in the darkness. She unsnapped his pants and undid the zipper. But she stopped. “I need attention before anything else.” She reached under her shirt and unclasped her bra. Her heavy breasts drooped. She raised the nude bra up above her, drawing his eyes, and then dropped it on the truck bed. He wanted her to go further on him, but he was willing to attend to her. He reached under her shirt and lifted it up. He saw her deep bellybutton appear and a rounded midriff. “Pull it off. My girls need your lips and tongue.” Taking it higher, out fell two large breasts. Her nipples were small compared to the breasts’ size, but they were hard. He tossed her shirt out of the truck, like she had with his clothes. He grabbed her tits and she leaned in so he could fill his mouth with as much as possible. “Let me feel you work.” His lips circled her nipples and he felt up the other breast, squeezing and kneading. While he sucked, he pinched and lightly tugged at the other nipple. She relished in the thrill of him and his mouth. She knew something else would take her to the brink later on. Soon, he switched breasts, twisting and nibbling, for the sake of equality. A few minutes later, in the truck bed, they both lay topless, enjoying the night. On her back with her hands behind her head, she was in full view of the moon, stars, and Jerry, and willing to be explored. He ran his finger gently along the side of her right breast, then up and over. He drew a small circle between the two and outlined the left, as if writing calligraphy across her chest. His finger moved down the center of her stomach and looped around her bellybutton. Like her before, he unhooked her belt and its large, metal buckle. He slid it to the other side of the bed. Kitty let him continue. He unsnapped the button on her tattered cut-offs and lowered the zipper slowly. His eyes were transfixed on what was underneath. Kitty wore a tight pair of purple panties, a tiny bow on the waist band. “Wait,” Kitty whispered, putting her hands on his, which were ready to move into the panties. “Wait?” “Yea, wait, I ain’t ready yet.” She sat up. “Not ready? What do I gotta do to make you ready?” **To Be Continued...**