Not unlike this bar. She wore pearls, that night. Just like you are wearing now.”“Another coincidence.”“We were sitting at the table talking. ...nd while we were talking she casually unclasped her pearls from around her neck.”He gave a moment. She understood, and unclasped the pearls from around her neck.“I find pearls sexy,” he said. “So does she.”The woman did not reply.“She lowered the pearls to her lap. Again, we were just talking. I didn’t know she was doing anything.”The woman lowered the. For Emily was desperate to finally get her cherry picked, now that she was a hundred miles from home. Tyler just seemed like the perfect picker. She tossed back her hair."I did not see you. Where are you from?" Raleigh," he answered."Big city boy, huh?" Yeah, my father has a job there. He's a bank manager. You?" I'm from Scotstown. It's a small town, mostly timber and plywood industries. Marshall offered me a free ride, and so here I am." Full academic, wow! So you're not just gorgeous, you're. " Nah," I said, " I can't talk like him. And I do have another name for Frenching, I call it swapping spit." Ewe! That's gross." Means the same thing though," I added. "Tell you what, let's try one and see if it's the same." You just want to kiss me," she said, but nevertheless leaned toward me and closed her eyes. Knowing the first touch was vital I only brushed her lips with mine."Not a French kiss," she whispered huskily."Maybe this..." I whispered back and lightly pressed my mouth to hers.. The boy's hands were now squeezing her breasts through the blouse a little more urgently and I could just make out her hand on his leg as she gently but firmly massaged his inner thigh. I could see the distinctive bulge in his faded jeans. Not surprising, I thought, I was developing quite a boner myself!Becoming a little more daring now, his fingers began to start slipping the buttons of her blouse. One...two...three...and finally the last button came undone, revealing a nice, sexy, half cup.