“You are a wanton little wench aren’t you, albeit a damn fine one?” I tease, as she leans back against me.  Her subtle or perhaps not so subtle invitation had been a surprise, and her immediate response to my touch was delightful.  I can almost feel her breast becoming warmer within the palm of my hand as I stroke that soft, smooth skin, searching out the nipple to softly caress and stroke it with the tips of my fingers.<br/><br/>Standing there, feeling a bit foolish, with her breast in one hand and a bottle of champers in the other, I lower my head to softly kiss the top of her head and with a chuckle, whisper, “Would you like me to pour for you now?”<br/>