Page 13 of Sailor's Delight
“Have a good night!” Jenn called out, already pulling Trey next door. She slid the card through the lock, pushed open the door, pulled Trey inside behind her, and had it closed before Trey ever even heard the one next door click.
Jenn locked and latched the door, then flipped on the lights. Her breathing was ragged as she turned to face Trey.
She didn't say anything, and neither did he. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, multiple top buttons undone, chests heaving, both their faces and chests flushed.
They came together in a rush, both sets of hands feeling their way to each other’s chests. More buttons were undone, exposing more flushed skin. Jenn shrugged as Trey undidthe belt and pushed the sleeves of her romper down off her shoulders, getting temporarily caught on her elbows.
She left the last buttons of Trey’s shirt still buttoned, lowering her forearms so that the romper slid down to her waist, her heavy breasts splashing back into place as they were freed. Before she could pull her wrists out of the sleeves, Trey seized a handful of the material at the small of her back, pinning her hands to her hips.
“This okay?” he whispered, the corners of his mouth turning up the hairs of his mustache as he smiled.
“Yeah,” the word was a light breathy exhale as she stared up at him, begging him to go on.
Jenn’s breathing both deepened and quickened as Trey lowered into a squat, putting his face level with her heaving chest.
He paused, his face inches away from the soft white skin of her breasts, just staring. She could feel his warm breath move the tiny blonde hairs on her chest, and she shivered, breathing and smiling in delight and anticipation.
Still holding her hands pinned with her romper, with his free hand, Trey traced the outline of one large breast, starting almost at her throat, following the swell atop her sternum, then lightly tracing the seam where it rested against her ribs, and finally continuing on up and into her armpit.
Under the light, feathery soft touch of his fingertip, Jenn’s nipples grew hard and erect, like two tiny beige thimbles.
After tracing a similar brushing track on the other side of her chest, Trey stood, their bodies forced close together due tohis hand still clenched on Jenn’s romper. Gently, tenderly, he cupped her massive left breast (the slightly larger of the two) in his large hand. It completely filled his palm. She thrilled at the warmth of his hands. Such warm hands!
Trey moaned softly, almost to himself.
“I love your folds,” he whispered. His hand slid from her breast to the crease where it met her armpit. She squirmed slightly; she had always had ticklish armpits. She smiled at him as their eyes met.
“I’m ticklish,” she whispered.
“I know,” he whispered back. She could feel the heat from his chest, thought she could hear the pounding of his heart. Or was that hers?
His hand moved slower, gentler, but with persistence until it cupped the flesh where her breast and armpit met.
“I love this fold.” His hand slid downward and onto her back, tracing the soft ridges on either side of her spine.
“These,” he continued.
His hand dropped lower still, until it was filled with one of the love handles at her waist. “This fold.”
As his hand caressed lightly toward her stomach, she fidgeted slightly, and he held her gaze, tightening his hold on the romper. His hand cupped the bulge where her belly began to pooch out from her thigh. She blinked and swallowed, but Trey’s gaze never faltered as he worshiped her. When she stilled beneath his touch, he whispered, “This one.” She blinked again, and this time it forced a tear out.
Without a word, Trey pulled her close, her chest pressing to his, the open shirt hanging on only by the last few buttons. He slowly let go of the romper and brought that arm up into her armpit, pulling her tighter into him. The other hand stayed firmly fixed on the bulge of Jenn’s belly, the belly she fought so hard to love some days.
Jenn wrapped her released arms around Trey’s neck, both of them adjusting so that they could steadily enjoy the embrace.How did he know?How did he know that today was a difficult day, a day when she felt less than beautiful in this skin she had to live in?
The hand still cupped around her belly pivoted, adjusting to the new angle of their bodies, but remaining solidly shielding around her.
Jenn sniffed, using her hands to wipe cold tears from her eyes.
“You okay?” His check in was faint, as if he were afraid he was interrupting.
She laughed, wiped the last of her tears, pulled away his long hair, and took another long sniff, this one at the nape of his neck.God, he smelled good.It wasn’t even shampoo or body wash. Here, it was just a slight mix of sweat and the natural oils of his skin and hair. It was positively intoxicating.
She let go of his neck and pushed him back to arm’s length. His one hand dropped to the small of her naked back. The other never budged from her stomach.
“Less talking, less crying, more loving,” she whispered with a tight smile. “I think I like where you were going with this.”
Trey smiled, and tenderly planted a light kiss on her eager lips.