at the Hotel Green
Well, Jackie and I were about ready to give up on Eugenia and go our separate ways, when suddenly she appeared, looking quite agitated and out of breath. "My damn car broke down," Eugenia said. "I had to call a taxi."
Jackie and I expressed our condolences, and tried to cheer her up. But Eugenia was in no mood for being cheered. Finally, she said, "How about getting out of here? Don, could you drive us over to my house?"
"Sure," I replied, "no problem," although I wasn't really sure how I felt about this idea.
Jackie seemed rather stunned — no chance of meeting Mr. Right at Eugenia's house. But she said, "I'll follow in my car."
"Fine," said Eugenia. "Let's go."
Eugenia's house was only about ten minutes from the Green, and there was plenty of driveway space for Jackie's car and mine.
Well, it was obvious that Jackie wasn't comfortable with the situation, and I felt kind of awkward, too. Eugenia fixed us each a drink as we sat and made small talk for a while. Finally, Jackie said she should leave because of having to be at work the following morning.
After saying goodnight to Jackie in the driveway, Eugenia and I went back inside, whereupon I said I should be going, too.
"Do you have to be at work in the morning, too?" she asked.
"No, not on Saturday," I replied.
"Then why not stay here tonight?" Eugenia asked with a smile.
"Well, okay," I said, but was still feeling a little uneasy about being in her house.
Eugenia suddenly stepped into a hallway, leaned back against the wall, and said, "Don, come here."
I said, "Okay," although I wasn't sure what she expected me to do.
As I approached, she reached out and took both of my hands in hers. Then she placed my hands on her breasts and caused them to fondle her bosom by pressing the backs of my hands. She closed her eyes and moaned softly while I fondled.
Then she said, "Here, let me get out of this blouse," as she began to unbutton it. Then she took my hands and had them massage her breasts through her brassiere. Finally, she turned her back to me and asked me to undo the bra.
Well, I was in somewhat of a state of shock at this surprising turn of events, and had trouble figuring out how the clasps worked.
"Never mind," she said, as she turned to face me again, "I'll do it." It was a strapless bra that she simply twisted around so the clasps were where she could easily get at them.
I suppose you can imagine what came next — she took my hands and placed them on her bare breasts while she again closed her eyes and leaned against the wall with a smile.
Well, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun to stand there and feel her very voluptuous breasts in my hands, as I became more creative in my massaging and felt her nipples getting hard and quivery.
After a few minutes she took one of my hands and lead me down the hallway to her bedroom. "Let's continue in here," she said.
She quickly finished undressing, slipped between the sheets, and told me to do the same.
So I did.
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