Marie gradually got more and more comfortable with me and her overbearing modesty got a little less intense. She went from wearing a bra, a long sleeve shirt and a hoody to just a baseball T.

The first time I saw her in a baseball T without a bra it was impossible for me to concentrate on anything else. Her breasts were not huge but they were perfect and perky. Her little eraser size nipples hard and pressing against the soft fabric of her shirt drove me nuts.

We went for our usual walk and she allowed me to take off her shirt and she lay down next to me on the grass. I obsessed over her glorious soft globes. I held them and felt them, squeezed them and kissed them. I buried my face between them and felt their warmth on my face.

We made out on the grass my hand constantly on her breasts. I allowed a hand to stray from her breast to the warm juncture between her thighs just feeling and gently rubbing. She reached down and grabbed my hand. I assumed she was getting a little uncomfortable with me touching her there but, to my surprise, she guided my hand inside her pants allowing me to be shocked by what I learned. Number 1, she wasn’t wearing anything under her pants and number 2, she was completely shaved.

I ran my fingers over her little slit and felt her wetness there. I explored her a bit enjoying this new intimacy with her before finding her clit and fondling in earnest until I helped her reach orgasm.

We kissed and held each other, I helped her get her clothing back on and we returned to our respective homes.