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Thus, in a matter of seconds, my right hand detracted from her foot and slid up to her lower leg, and started to stroke it. My left hand still worked on her foot, but my right was now busy rubbing and caressing her firm calf. I looked at Lisa while doing this - she just kept her eyes closed, that same content expression upon her angelic face. After a half-minute or so, I thought of something which would definitely elicit a response from her. Suddenly, I guided my hand up and underneath her knee-length skirt, and rubbed the inside of her thigh in slow, luxarious circles. Lisa's eyes darted open and she looked at me with a surprised expression the very second my hand sneaked up her skirt. I gently squeezed her inner/upper thigh, and she let out another giggle in return. "You didn't offer me a foot massage to make me feel better," she playfully teased. "You offered a foot massage to warm me up for you - for SEX!" I laughed at her 'accusation' before replying, "You're crazy, woman. Sex-crazy! All I'm doing is rubbing your leg and foot here, and you bring up sex." "Yeah, and reaching up my skirt at the same time," she sneered, still in a playful manner. "How can't I?" I squeezed her inner thigh a bit harder and said, "Your legs drive me crazy. They always have." Lisa puckered her lips together and gave me a very inquisitive expression, then swung her legs away from my lap and rose up to her knees upon the sofa. She leaned over and hooked her arms around my neck, then planted a nice, gentle kiss upon my cheek. "You're such a sweetheart, Jeremy." My right hand found its way to one of her stocking-clad knees, and gently rubbed it. "You're a sweetheart too." I smiled and gave her a tiny kiss of my own, on the cheek. Lisa tilted her head and grinned, then tapped my nose with her fingertip. "Do you know what I want to do now?" came her squealy words. "I have a pretty good idea," was my response. Lisa suppressed a laugh, then moved her lips to mine and offered a smooth, soul-seaching type of kiss. I sighed against her as our tongues met and started to move together, in unison. I felt Lisa's delicate right hand slide between our pressed bodies, all the way down to my abdomen. She rubbed it for several seconds, then went lower and massaged the bulge that was forming in my jeans. I sighed once again, as the kiss became more intense and passionate, and as Lisa started to cup and squeeze the bulge in my jeans. I felt her tongue slide deep into my mouth, and taste what it had to offer. She leaned a bit harder against me, and gently cradled my face with both hands. As the kiss was becoming stronger by the second, I reached around her, and squeezed her skirt-clad bottom. Lisa squealed against me, then responded to my action by increasing the ferocity of the kiss two-fold. With one hand still cupping her bottom, I used my other to undo the thick gold buttons upon her blazer top. Once half of them were undone, my hand sneaked inside the top and squeezed one of her bra-covered breasts. Lisa rubbed her fingertips against the fully erect bulge within my jeans, and we both moaned together. I moved my other hand from her bottom to the blazer, then undid the remaining few buttons. Lisa gasped as I slid the blazer down her shoulders, and eventually off. Then, she leaned forward with all of her weight... I knew what she wanted, so I reclined all the way back upon the sofa, until I was laying down on it. Lisa went with me in that movement, her mouth never once letting go of mine. Laying on my back upon the sofa with Lisa on top of me, I reached out with both hands and pinched her bottom. Her tongue was moving and sliding like never before in my mouth, adding to a truly passionate kiss. I continued squeezing her bottom for quite some time, but eventually moved my hands up to the center of her back and quickly undid the clasps of her lacey white bra. Lisa moaned against me as I slid the straps of her bra from her shoulders. She raised slightly, then I pulled the lacey garment out from her, with my left hand. It fell to the floor, landing next to her blazer top. I cupped one of her large, firm breasts in a hand and squeezed gently, rubbing my thumb over and across its hard nipple. Lisa was still kissing me, her arms hooked around my neck. But now, she was grinding her pelvis and upper thighs against my full erection. Still wearing her skirt, Lisa finally broke the kiss and sat up, on my erection. She took a deep breath and smiled down at me, as I admired the unobstructed, clear view of her fabulous breasts. Each full, firm globe was crowned by pink circles with small nipples in the center. The smile still upon her face, Lisa leaned over and placed both of her hands beside my head. In this position, she was clearly offering her breasts to my mouth. I cupped her right breast with both hands and started to lick and gently suck its nipple. Lisa cooed and rolled her head in response, her body shuddering in obvious arousal. My tongue was rolling and sliding around the pink circle, occasionaly taking its hard nipple into my mouth and sucking gently. Soon, my lips moved to the other breast and did the same, although I kept my hand on the just-departed globe and tweaked its nipple. I could hear Lisa's heartbeat as she sighed contently, her long fingers weaving throughout my short brown hair. I leaned upward very slightly, and started to attack her neck and shoulder area with quick, rapid kisses. Squealing, Lisa tilted her head to the side, giving me better access to the tender skin of her neck. Soon, however, I had returned to a sitting position upon the sofa. Lisa and I wrapped our arms around each other, and then we shared a deep, passionate kiss. My hands moved down her back, caressing it the whole way, all the way to her waistline. There, I undid the few tiny buttons on the back of her knee-length skirt. My hands sneaked underneath the form-fitting fabric, and I could feel the lacey white G-string she wore. Sighing, Lisa broke the kiss and draped her chin over my shoulder. I used this opportunity to look down over her own shoulder, and yank the skirt down. I could only move it an inch or two... so Lisa rose up to her knees. Now, I was able to slide the tight skirt down her luscious hips and thighs. She rose up for an instant - long enough for me to get the skirt past her knees. Once I did, she took a seat on the sofa as I got rid of the skirt. When I grasped Lisa's bottom and squeezed it, she went for my erection, and gave it a similar treatment. I was still fully dressed, whereas Lisa was down to a G-string and a pair of dark, thigh-high stockings. I guess it wasn't fair... but it was the way things had transpired. Nevertheless, Lisa unbuttoned my jeans and reached inside, bypassing my briefs and finding my full erection. Her precious, soft hand gave it a firm squeeze as she kissed me on the mouth again.