It might seem weird to hug someone for so long but there was so much more than just physical support going on right at that moment. As she continued t... hold me though I was becoming more and more aware of her naked skin on my own and just how delicious and naughty it felt. I had never had a lesbian experience before. A lot of my friends did in high school and I'm positive it's more common than people let on but for some reason, I just never had the opportunity, or much of a desire to. Then when. As I left the car, I told her she should wear a low cut top every time we work together. She called a few days later to get me to help her plant some more flowers, and sure enough she had on a low cut tank top, and has every time since. She makes an effort to keep her breasts in plain view for me and at times seems to glance down to make sure they are visible. One time at the gas station, I tossed her credit card back to her making a special effort to drop it on her cleavage, but lost the. Is this really her? Is this the girl that I have shared my life with for over a year? Then he sees the one thing that melted his heart the first time he saw a picture of her, except this time he sees it in person...her smile. He stands up as she slowly walks towards him. She stops 12 inches away from him, not knowing what to do now. She sticks her hand out and says "Hi, my name is Sara." He closes the 12 inches between them in a couple steps and pulls her in to a hug he has been wanting to give. “Damn!” I think. “I think she wants to fuck me!” I handed her the bottle of wine, closed the door with my free arm and walked into the kitchen with my right arm around her waist. Karen came into the house from the backyard and gave me a nice hug and a kiss on the lips. She was wearing hip hugger blue jeans and bra-less, with a light pink cashmere sweater, that didn’t hide her nipples at all. The sweater came almost to the top of her jeans, but not quite. She looked hot, and I wanted to fuck.