Molly and I didn't see much of each other after the camping trip, but that usually meant a build-up of tension leading into our subsequent encounter.

We finally got to hang out after almost a month of minimal contact. It was supposed to be a quiet evening, staying in and catching up on some shows. Molly had a few drinks, we smoked quite a bit of weed, and the entire time, I was absolutely aching for something naughty but did my best not to get my hopes up. However, partway through the evening, Molly starts cozying up very close to me. Her snuggling on my side prompted me to place my arm around her. We sat like this for a while, leaving me fighting the urge to do anything more than rest my hand on her hip. 

After a while, Molly said she needed to use the bathroom. I reach for the remote to pause the show we are watching as she leans forward to stand. When she bends towards the coffee table, her pants pull a little farther down than usual, drawing my eyes to an unmistakable flash of red straps, barely visible above the waistband of her sweats, on her hips. I sat back on the couch and felt my cock twitch while I watched her casually walk towards the hall. 

Molly generally had very plain, comfortable, and casual underwear. Her natural, unassuming sexual radiance consistently elevated these casual items and made them look way hotter than they had any right to, but there was no intention behind it. This effect was just a byproduct of how naturally stunning Molly is. I knew she didn't wear tongs or anything like that for everyday attire, so she was likely wearing something sexy. I felt the inexorable rush of excitement at the thought of seeing her wholesome beauty adorned and accentuated by something with far more explicitly naughty intent.

When Molly returned, she quickly settled back next to me. This time, however, she casually placed a hand on my thigh. The more intimate touch of her hand, combined with my awareness of what she was wearing beneath her modest, cozy clothing, confirmed her intentions. It was not long before I became a bit more brazen with my "casual" touches. Eventually, my fingers slipped into the waistband of her sweats and playfully tugged on the strap that gracefully curved along the contours of her hip. She giggled and looked over at me, her half-finished drink lazily held in the hand currently not caressing my stomach and thigh. 

There was a look in her eyes, a smoldering fire that burned intensely; I relish that look. It's so opposed to her standard cool, observant, and calculating stare. It's the moment when her inner sexuality bubbles to the surface and transforms her from a sweet, wholesome, and modest woman into a sexually charged, sultry, erotic, slutty goddess. Even as descriptive as I'm being, I still feel like I can't adequately capture how alluring it is to see her morph like this. Sometimes, it happens all at once; other times, it's a slow progression; either way, it's entirely exhilarating to bear whiteness to the emergence of her naughty nature. "Looks like you found my little surprise." Her words poured like honey.

We pulled each other in and kissed passionately but not sloppily. Mid-kiss, I took her chin in my hand and tilted my head towards hers till our foreheads met, and we broke the kiss. She sighed with desire as her cheeks strained against my fingers, her lips eagerly searching for the contact I was denying her. As she beckoned with her little moans and opened-mouthed needy smile, I would bring my lips in and allow them to tease across hers briefly. Feeling the tension mount as her movements became more lustful and impatient. One of her hands grasped onto mine, still held tight against the underside of her chin. While Molly's other hand was clasping at my face, trying to draw me in, seeking the release of the contact she so desired. 

"Look at you, so needy." My lips twisted into a sly grin as she pouted. Molly's body surged forward as though propelled by her desire with no forethought, her lips searching for mine. I maintained the distance, allowing only the briefest of teases for contact. She was practically clawing at me.

We had shifted, and I sat back with Molly's petit frame hovering over me, straddling my thigh. Her expression was a mix of tortured anticipation of pleasure and a burning need for release. I decided to give her that release, sliding my free hand along her ass and over her hip up to the waistband of her impossibly fuzzy sweats. My fingers trace the red straps of her still mostly hidden underwear, following the contours of the fabric below her cozy pants. As my hand slid further between her legs, the warmth of her sex drew my searching fingers to the slick folds beneath the fabric of her panties. 

Molly's eyes rolled back, my fingers tracing the outlines of her lips through the warm, damp cloth. As I slipped my middle finger under the barely there crotch of the strappy G-string, I tightened my grip on her chin and drew her in for a deep, passionate kiss. She let out an intense moan into my mouth, her pussy dripping onto my teasing finger while I caressed the folds of her opening. 

"Good Girl," I spoke in a low but commanding tone, breaking the passionate kiss, leaving Molly gasping for breath and shuddering. Her eyes shot open and laser-focused on mine with that mischievous glint. I kept teasing between her legs as my other hand found the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and exposing her lovely supple breasts, nipples already stiffening in response to the stimulation and sudden exposure. She shifted to help me remove the shirt before pushing her chest against me and moaning into my ear. "Say it," I commanded.

"Please!" Molly's breath came in ragged gasps, her hip bucking uncontrollably against my probing fingers.

"Please, what?" I pushed. She groaned with desperation. "I want you to say it, slut."

My use of the word 'slut' sent her over the edge, and she gasped into my ear. Her words flooded forth, "Please! Please, I need your fingers inside me! Please finger your slut! PLEASE!!!" I used my free hand to grip her throat as I slid two fingers inside, her eagerly awaiting hole contracting around my digits as she moaned into my ear and quivered against my body. A fresh gush of liquid gushed forth, coating my fingers. 

"Stand up and take your pants off," I ordered. Molly reluctantly withdrew from my touch and turned away from me, slowly sliding her pants down over her perfect little booty. She looked back at me with a slutty glance, clearly reveling in my hungry stare. I quickly pulled my shirt off so I could enjoy the intimacy of her skin on mine. "Kneel next to me and bend over my lap; I'm going to spank you because you've been a very naughty girl." 

She was almost giddy as she got into place, her exposed breasts hanging over my still-clothed cock. Molly had perfectly positioned her ass at my side. I brought my right hand down, giving her plump little booty a light slap and grabbing it hard. She let out a quiet squeal of a gasp, then leaned down, accentuating the curve of her ass and wiggling her hips. Her breasts were now rubbing against the head of my cock as it strained against the fabric of my shorts. She turned her head and looked back at me, biting her lip with the most deviously naughty expression I've ever seen on her face.  

So, this next moment is going to require a little context. After the camping trip, I had mentioned that I could not get the thought of fucking Molly's tits out of my mind. She had laughed and said something to the effect of "I don't know about that." I think I have mentioned this before, but it's worth bringing up again that Molly has some sensory issues when it comes to sexual bodily fluids. It is a strong enough reaction that she has gagged just from being next to me when I cum. I've never taken offense to it, and I accept it's just a hang-up for Molly. I do my best not to make her feel like I am pressuring her into doing anything she's uncomfortable with. Though I have noticed that it is much less of an issue when she's in the mood and has not cum yet than the times when she has finished and is lying with me, encouraging my orgasm.

Now, back to the story. I gave Molly's ass a couple of decent smacks as she looked back at me with that devilish glint in her eye. She then surprised the hell out of me by reaching down and removing my cock from my pants, holding the base of it while her small breasts hung down against the head. I knew I was leaking precum all over her as she shook her tits against me and used the hand on my shaft to bob my cock between her breasts. All the while, our eyes remained locked on each other. I was in shock, gasping at the overt naughtiness on display. I could feel the little hard buds of her nipples as they brushed the sensitive underside of my cock. The sensation nearly made me forget why I had put her on my lap in the first place.

Molly then took her free hand and squeezed her tits together, and did her best to slide them up and down the head of my cock, smearing my precum all over her chest. I reached out with my left hand and grabbed her throat, which elicited a sultry moan as she redoubled her efforts on my member. I began slapping her ass, each blow harder than the last, and met with a gasping moan from Molly. 

Once Molly's ass was bright red with my hand prints, I slid her panties down to mid-thigh, exposing her completely soaked bush. My fingers dove into her inviting opening. She moaned loud and collapsed against my cock as my thumb found her clit. I curled my fingers up to find the little rough patch just behind her love bud and tenderly rubbed her from either side till she shook and gushed on my hand once more. She lay there against my cock, unmoving, say for the heaving of her chest as she tried to regain her breath. Her body was a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss. "That was amazing." She sighed. It indeed was amazing.