Page 77 of Purple Panties

“Tell you the truth, I’m not a hundred percent sure what you want from me.”

“What I want?” She licked her lips nervously, and then sat on the edge of her chair, leaning toward me. “I think you know.”

“This is kind of quick for me.”

“Sometimes, you see someone…and you just know.”

“What about me made you think…that?” I said, knowing—coward that I was—that I was talking in circles around a very delicate question. An uncomfortable one, if my intuition wasn’t right.

“I wasn’t certain whether you would go for a girl, but I was attracted. Immediately.” Annegret lifted her shoulders, a hint of hopeful vulnerability stealing across her face. “Since we aren’t likely to see one another ever again, I thought I’d take a chance.”

I swallowed, understanding exactly what she felt. Maybe it was the cognac lowering my reserve. Maybe I’d had a secret itch to be with a woman and thought I’d never have the opportunity, but she looked like the kind of person who wouldn’t mind me fumbling all over her body while I learned a thing or two.

This trip was all about adventure…and seeing things I’d never see back home. A white girl’s clit, up close and personal, well, I thought I might want me some of that if the melting heat of my pussy was any indication.

She reached across the space between us and placed her hand on my knee.

; Even through the denim, my skin burned.

“I would like to make love to you. Are you shocked?”

Without replying, I lifted her hand from my knee, watching as her fingers curled. A glance at her face, and I saw her features tighten. She thought I was rejecting her.

With my free hand, I pulled out the hem of my T-shirt and slid her hand beneath it, pushing it up toward my breast.

Her lips parted, her fingers splayed wide to cup my large breast, then curved over the top edge of the bra to drag it down.

As her hand reached inside to caress me, I couldn’t help an excited little shiver. “No one’s gonna come barging in on us?” I asked, my voice tightening up.

“We’re alone,” she said, her accent growing thicker. “No one will interrupt us.”

“That bed gonna be big enough for both of us?”

A fingernail scraped the tip of my breast. “My ass is slender, and since I’ll be on top of you, we’ll fit.”

She pulled her hand free, grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, then reached from my bra and flicked the front clasp open, smiling as my breasts sprang free.

She’d accomplished it all so quickly, I sat blinking stupidly.

“I love the color of your nipples…brown and purple,” she said, tracing around them with her forefingers, then looking up to catch my gaze, perhaps to gauge my comfort.

I gave her a short nod.

She clasped my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers to tug gently until they peaked.

Feeling awkward and off kilter, I summoned my courage. “Maybe we should get ready for bed,” I said, my voice roughening as my arousal spiked.

“Mmmm…” Her gaze didn’t lift from the nipples she tweaked. “Maybe we should. I’d like to see all of you.”

We both rose and began to undress. I watched as she draped her jacket and blouse carefully over the back of her chair. The lace-edged camisole went next. She was braless beneath it. The points of her small round breasts were engorged and tilted slightly upward. Like they were meant to be sipped standing.

The cognac made me brave, gave me an excuse to act without thinking. Before I even got to my jeans, I leaned down and latched onto one of her little pink nipples, suckling hard, curving my hand around her breast to squeeze it as I drew on it like a straw.

“Let me see,” she groaned, pushing back my head just enough so my locs didn’t impede her view.

With her watching, her breaths deepening, I felt powerful, sensual, knowing how my full, dark lips must look against her pale breast. I pushed them out a little, exaggerating the pucker as I mouthed her soft, velvety nipple.