The door closes, and we start groping one another until we hear the elevator go down, then I press the DOWN button and we get back to groping. When th... other elevator comes up to our floor, we get on, I push her face toward the wall, get on my knees and shove my tongue between her ass cheeks. She arches her back, shoving her ass back at me, and I can now run my tongue from her clit to her anus and back. … over and over and over again. When we reach the ground floor, we get off. We’re standing. She looked damn sexy! I did not describe this girl till now because I never had these intensions in my mind. She had a perfect figure and big boobs that anyy man will dream off. I have gone mad looking at her cleavage without top she wanted me to remove my shirt and I did it in few seconds. She came on to me like a mad dog waiting for food since so many days!She was rubbing her face on my chest kissing me all over my body sucking my nipples, what not she was doing everything to get pleasure.. "I'm so freaking into you, it's making me crazy." Is that good or bad?" We've been dating for a month, and we are still pretending to binge-watch old sitcoms while we make out on the couch, like we're in high school." "We fell off the couch," I corrected, tugging my dress to cover my panties, "and I'm making up for lost time. I'm a big dork who never did any of this in high school. Not all of us were the popular homecoming king, or a soccer star, or even a sexually active band geek." Or all. “I’m going to have to be careful I don’t put my hands too far above my head,” giggled Yvonne. “Or I will pop at least one nipple out of this gown. There is no way that either of us can wear a bra with these. And the way the top of the dress is shaped, it is almost as if our nipples are supposed to show. “Maybe that was the fashion back then,” answered Yvette. Then she added, “I don’t remember seeing dresses like this in my history books.”“I do,” said Yvonne. “There were a lot of dresses.