I have always thought Star was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The combination of flaming red hair and milk white skin just really does something to me. She had just a light dusting of freckles on the tops of her breasts and across her cheeks.
When she became aroused, a noticeable flush would spread on her cheeks.
My fumbling fingers found another button, and then another. I kissed my way down the side of her neck to the tops of her breasts. Her hands were in my hair at the back of my neck, something that always sent chills down my back and stood the
hair on end on my arms.
Blouse unbuttoned, I slid it over her shoulders and down her arms. She wore a plain white bra. A deft move with my right hand and a slight squeezing motion popped the fastening loose in the back. She rolled her shoulders forward, and the bra dropped free, exposing the most beautiful breasts in the world.
Her nipples were not large and the aureoles a light pink, as delicately colored as cherry blossoms, They hardened under the touch of my hands and lips as I caressed and kissed first one, then the other.
“Oh Pat” she purred “It has been so long, so long.”
My hands went to the belt of her jeans. I had help undoing the jeans. As she took them off, I tore my sweater and undershirt off, and it was a race to see who could get naked first. She won, but I got the prize.
