Two harmless triangles of pink fabric fell to my body as I stared into the face of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I looked down and took in... the sight of my first view of naked boobs. She was not "busty", but her skinny frame held two perfect mounds of flesh about a handful (I have big hands), which as far as I was concerned were the perfect size. Topping them of were two dime sized areolas, barely darker than her lightly tanned skin, with two pencil eraser sized nipples which stood. I joined her in a beer. We drank a few and I felt slightly high; Kasey worse than me. She suggested we dance. She put on some dreamy music by some unknown artist. She came over to dance and put her arms around me. I was not sure what to do, but took her in my arms. She held me close and her thighs were moving against my crotch which caused my desire to rise. I tried to keep her warm, sexy, sweet smelling torso from pushing too hard, but it was too late and my penis was at full attention. I. This turned me on even more. I began greedily sucking her clit like I was trying to take it off of her and I could feel her thighs begin to tighten. I ran my hand up and above me to her tiny nipples and began to pinch and twist each softly while I continued to suck and little her, increasing my speed, as her moans began to get louder and quicker. Returning my hand back to her puss, I was drawn to her tiny little opening. It was almost dripping when I touched it and I knew I had to do what I had. The simple truth was that I was quite sympathetic with her dreadful issues but in all honesty, I found her descriptions to be terribly erotic to my imagination and could easily picture her humiliation in meeting the demands of her domestic family using her body for their gratification.I knew it would be a mistake to bring her home with me because of my other commitments, but I took her to my car and drove her to the park to hump her slowly from behind in the back seat. Her flanks were most.