I am at my computer keyboard one day, totally involved in playing my favorite
on-line game, when you get home from work. I am so engrossed by the game, I barely
hear your key in the lock, much less slip up behind me. As you know it is my
habit to play on the computer wearing only a large, loose t-shirt, in my old,
tilting swivel-type office chair. You slip your cool hands up the sleeves,
and cup my tits gently. As I arch my back towards you and stretch, you begin
to tease my nipples between your fingers, pinching them lightly and rolling
them around. Your caresses become stronger, and I let you remove my shirt,
allowing my nipples to dance freely in the cool air. Leaning back in the
chair, and propping my legs up on the edge of the desk, I arch my back
toward you. My tits with their excited nipples are now pointing straight up
at the ceiling.