After a while she groaned, pushed me back off her just a few inches and started fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. I let her work on it, while trying to make out her face in the darkness. I wasn't quite able to. I was pretty sure she ripped some of the buttons off while removing the shirt, though I didn't care much at the moment. It got the job done.

As soon as she got the shirt off her hands found my naked chest. She stroked my stomach and pecs with an appreciative moan, then pulled me down on top of her once again. I kissed her neck,...