He began to stroke my hips in the padded dress and he pushed his leg between mine. His hands caressed my thigh and I could feel his warmth even through my lovely dress. I felt my fake breasts pushing into his chest and I had the strangest desire. I wished that they were real and that I could have pleasured him with real mounds of soft, womanly breasts.
I recoiled again from that thought but as I wriggled at that he turned his kissing to my chest as if my cleavage was indeed real. His hands lifted my dress and he began to caress my stockings while I frantically clung to him, caressing his head and neck. I was seething with emotion as his touch pleasured my legs and set quivers and thrills through me.