Her hands were soft. That was the first thing that really stood out when she touched me. There was no roughness as well as no awkward tension with the way she was using her hands. It was just a smooth and almost careful kind of contact, like she didn't fully understand what she was holding but still treated it gently. It even felt like she had never held anything before, and somehow, the first thing she ended up holding was my cock. That thought alone was a bit ridiculous if I really stopped to think about it.
She pressed herself against me from behind with her chest resting against my back. The softness of her breasts was hard to ignore, especially when they shifted slightly with her movements. There was also that faint, almost distracting sensation of her nipples brushing lightly against my back, just enough to make it noticeable without being overwhelming.
