mature xxx

I first met Louise one night, many years ago, when she and her husband, Ross, ventured into the coffeehouse establishment where my band and I were performing. They were immediately noticeable, as they were easily the oldest couple in the room and tended to stand out rather dramatically amongst the usual rabble of rowdy college students.

During one of our breaks, they managed to flag down one of the band members, who later introduced them to the rest of us. They both seemed very nice and were full of intelligent, insightful questions relating to the music business and the local music scene in general, so conversation was easy and never strained.

We warmed to them rather quickly, and before long they became regulars at the coffeehouse whenever we were performing there, even following us to other venues around the city.

We were invited to dinner and enjoyed the company and the cooking. As time went on, we became more and more frequently invited for dinner parties and social get-togethers, and our friendship grew.

When a day arrived when we found ourselves in need of a new house to rent, Louise took it upon herself to search the rental housing in her neighborhood and, as luck would have it, located the perfect house for us that was only two houses away from her own. As neighbors, we were constantly visiting back and forth and, as Louise was as much a coffee fanatic as I, I spent a great many of my mornings sharing coffee at her kitchen table and gossiping. The bond of friendship between all of us grew even more, and most especially between Louise and me, who shared many countless hours together, several days a week, sharing confidences and even intimate details about ourselves, and others, over our morning coffees.

One might easily surmise that, because of our close friendship, there might very well have been at least some underlying measure of physical attraction between Louise and me, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. From the very beginning, my relationship with Louise was completely platonic in every respect. She was, after all, a married woman whose husband I also considered a very good friend. Simply put, we enjoyed each other’s company, and there was never a hint of flirtation, or innuendo, or any other behavior that might, in any way, be interpreted as anything more than platonic friendship.

Not that I was at all above being flirtatious with married women, I was certainly no angel in that regard. It can be simply stated that, for all intents and purposes, Louise was just not the type of woman that I was particularly attracted to physically. At forty years of age, she was nineteen years my senior and the mother of two children. She was rather plain in appearance, with brown eyes and plain, unstyled, medium-length brown hair. Her countenance was not unattractive by any means, she most often merely suffered from a lack of care and attention to hair and makeup. She was shorter than I, probably not much more than five-foot-five or six, but probably outweighed me by thirty or forty pounds. Her body shape appeared to be somewhat pear shaped, with seemingly slender shoulders and medium bust swelling to wide fleshy hips and plump thighs. For the first several months that I knew her, I don’t believe I ever saw her in anything but baggy shapeless sweat-style pants with a pullover sweater, sweatshirt or blouse, which seemed to emphasize the unappealing aspects of her figure even more. All in all, Louise seemed very much a rather unremarkable figure of femininity, and, with all of the attractive young ladies that were always so plentiful and readily available to the band, was certainly not one to ever attract my more libidinous attentions.

About a year after moving into Louise’s neighborhood, we in the band decided that, in the interest of economy, we would all seek out separate, cheaper accommodations. Most of the guys had family nearby or outside friends with whom they could impose upon, but I was without family or friendly resources other than Ross and Louise. One night, while playing cards, I asked Ross if he would ever entertain the possibility of taking me in as a boarder. Both Ross and Louise responded with warmth and enthusiasm and I was soon firmly ensconced in my own room, set aside by curtains, in a corner of their basement.

It was while living at their house that an event occurred that was to forever change my relationship with Louise. On that particular night, during one of their frequent dinner parties, I was introduced to a woman named Marlene, a friend of the family and a recent divorcee. She had apparently been invited to stay for a couple of days, in the guest bedroom, while her apartment was being painted and re-carpeted. Ross seemed especially enthusiastic about pushing us together that evening, and I certainly didn’t mind, Marlene was an exceptionally attractive woman with a stunning body.

Since it has very little to do with my story about Louise, I’ll not go into much detail about my relationship with Marlene. That is for another story altogether. Suffice it to say that Marlene and I stayed up talking and flirting with one another, in Louise’s kitchen, long after the party ended and everyone had gone to bed. I had just made my way from the kitchen table to the refrigerator, to get two more beers, when Louise suddenly appeared in the kitchen doorway right in front of me, wearing only a sheer and very transparent nightgown.

We startled one another and both of us gasped aloud. She looked in surprise from me to Marlene.

“Oh.” She stammered, “I…I didn’t know you were still up.”

“We’re just talking and having a beer.” I said, “Did we wake you up? I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “No…oh, no,” She said, “I didn’t hear you at all…I just woke up to go to the bathroom and saw the kitchen light was still on. I thought maybe you forgot to turn it off when you went to bed.”

As she spoke, she turned toward Marlene and, being the lecherous cad that I am, I took advantage of the situation and let my eyes drop to her breasts. I was stunned to the core of my being, not merely because I was seeing her breasts for the very first time, but to discover that Louise possessed the most magnificent pair of breasts I had ever seen in my life. They were clearly discernable through the sheer fabric of her nightgown, her flesh a pale, milky white with small dark nipples. They were extremely large, yet almost perfect in form and symmetry; softly rounded and obviously heavy, they swelled from her chest with hardly any evidence of sagging whatsoever, as her nipples proudly jutting upward with a slight tilt. I had dated several women who boasted their breast size as D cup, but all of them paled almost to insignificance when compared to Louise’s breasts. I glanced up quickly, not wishing Louise to notice how I had taken advantage of the situation.

“Well,” She said, turning to me once again with a sheepish smile. “You two stay up as long as you like…it’s no bother at all.”

“And,” I said with a warm smile, “I’ll make sure to turn out the light when I go to bed.”

She bade us goodnight and turned away, and I let my eyes drop to see the provocative, heavy sway of her breasts as she moved. As she walked away I was taken by how wonderfully her wide, fleshy hips and softly rounded buttocks complimented her large bosom, and how, for a woman of her size and weight, her body shape was infinitely more voluptuous than I had ever imagined.

“Well,” Said Marlene with a roll of her eyes, “That was certainly more of Louise than I ever wanted to see.”

I laughed with her as I handed her a beer, but my laugh was hollow. I had certainly seen more of Louise than I had ever seen before, but, unlike Marlene, I liked what I had seen very much.
For days afterward, I couldn’t get the image of Louise’s body out of my mind. It seemed almost inconceivable to me that I could have known her for as long as I did and yet still been so completely unaware of her incredibly voluptuous figure. She had somehow managed to conceal her stunningly remarkable femininity, beneath her usual frumpy wardrobe, with a perfection that was absolutely astonishing. With my male vanity and ego moderately bruised, and my curiosity sufficiently piqued, I began to watch her surreptitiously in an attempt to unravel the mystery. It was surprising to me how a casual observer, such as I had been, could be so easily misled and distracted by Louise’s casually frumpish attire. I marveled at how remarkably well her choice of wardrobe managed to mask the swell of her large breasts while, at the same time, over-emphasizing the girth of her hips; an aesthetically unappealing combination to be sure.

Watching her appraisingly, as she moved about the kitchen, I couldn’t detect even a hint of heaviness or sway to her bosom, and surmised that she must always wear a very restricting bra or other type of restriction. As well, the curvaceously wide and fleshy voluptuousness of her buttocks and hips, which I had so clearly discerned through her diaphanous nightgown, were totally completely masked and disguised by the unsightly and unstylish bagginess of her sweat-style pants.

Despite her seemingly flawless facade of frumpiness, which still had me shaking my head in disbelief, I had, with my own eyes, seen the stark reality of her amazing feminine pulchritude, and was forever changed by what I had seen. A seed had most definitely been planted in my subconscious that had never existed before, and, for the first time, I found myself entertaining thoughts and fantasies that were distinctly not of a platonic nature.

One afternoon, I arrived home to discover that Ross and Louise had installed a large, above ground swimming pool in their back yard. The yard was seemingly thronged with neighborhood kids, all laughing and splashing about in a carnival atmosphere. Louise stood by the pool, with one of the neighborhood mothers, chaperoning their charges. I waved a greeting to the women as I crossed the yard to the back door and did my best not to stare at Louise, who wore only a black, one-piece bathing suit. I entered the house and hurried to the family room window at the back of the house where I could watch Louise more closely without being seen.

In all the time I had known her, I had never seen Louise wear anything other than her usual baggy attire, let alone something so inherently figure-revealing as a bathing suit. Peering surreptitiously between the slats of the venetian blind, I smiled. Seeing Louise in her bathing suit overwhelmingly validated that vision of voluptuous femininity, which I had so fleetingly discerned through her nightgown. The form fitting, black stretch material of her suit dramatically revealed the true, abundant lavishness of her full figure. As well, the large, provocative swell of her bustline, and the deep cleavage revealed at the bodice, more than acknowledged the brief vision I had that night and affirmed that my imagination had not gotten the better of me. Louise looked absolutely stunning in her bathing suit. With her figure so provocatively revealed, I shook my head in awe and wonder. Even her legs, which I had never had an opportunity, thus far, to look upon closely, complimented her figure wonderfully. While her thighs and calves were, indeed, somewhat heavy, there was no denying the very appealing, and inherently feminine shapeliness, as well as a smooth, sleek appearance with nary a trace of dimpled cellulite to be seen. I watched her shamelessly, feeling my cock rising inside my pants and, for the first time, felt a genuine lust in my heart for her.

To my complete discredit, I just couldn’t find, within myself, the strength and integrity to put all those shameless thoughts and emotions aside. While, for all intents and purposes, I maintained the daily image and demeanor of platonic friendship with Louise, in my heart of hearts I lusted after her wantonly.

On those nights when sleep abandoned me, my thoughts almost always turned to her. My infatuation was so great that I just could not wipe the image of her incredible breasts from my mind. I would toss and turn, replaying the revealing kitchen incident over and over in my mind and allow ever increasing fantasies of her to flow into my thoughts.

While I valued both Ross and Louise’s friendship tremendously, and would never intentionally do or say anything to harm that relationship, I just couldn’t deny the power of my ever increasing fantasies of Louise. More than anything I wished I might somehow find a way to be able to see her magnificent breasts again, and would often try to imagine how such an occurrence might happen, or be made to happen. Once those particular fantasies of seeing her once more began to sweep me away, I would find myself longing to experience even more than just the sight of her breasts. I so wished I could touch her breasts, to cup them in my hands and caress them. I longed to gently knead her smooth, pale flesh and experience the voluptuously sensual mass, weight and pliant resilience of her breasts. God, and what I would not have given to be able to trace her nipples with my lips and delicately circle her areolas with the tip of my tongue, and to feel her nipples become erect and take them into my mouth. Needless to say, my fantasies would almost always escalate to masturbation. I would very often reach orgasm with the penultimate fantasy of slipping my cock between her breasts plunging myself into her deliciously deep cleavage.

I can only assume, with so many of my fantasies focused so specifically upon Louise’s breasts, that it must have been, in some way, a feeble attempt on my part to assuage the feelings of guilt I was experiencing. Somehow, in my mind, I rationalized that, as long as my fantasies of Louise were limited specifically to her breasts, as objects of infatuation, it was somehow more innocuous than if I were to lust after Louise herself. And, as a result, it wouldn’t necessarily be such a complete betrayal of my friendship for Ross, or Louise. I treasured my friendship with both of them, they had always shown me nothing but friendship and kindness, I would have never knowingly conspired to do anything that would tarnish their marriage, nor would I ever intentionally attempt to seduce a friend’s wife.

With my fantasies of her so incessant and so pleasurable, and my rationalization that the intent of my lustful focus was so predominately harmless, I actually began to seriously entertain thoughts about how I might somehow find a way to bring my fantasies more into reality. The more I thought on the matter, the more I came to believe it might actually be possible. All I would need to do, I reasoned, would be to somehow manipulate a situation or set in motion some kind of scenario to facilitate my endeavor.

I would lay awake at night and try to imagine such a scenario, or chain of events, that might lead to a fulfillment of my fantasy. Knowing Louise as well as I did, I was very aware of many of her personality traits, which I thought might handily assist me in my endeavors if ever I were to attempt to finesse some kind of manipulative scenario on her. She was, for instance, a lover of delicious gossip, and the more salacious the gossip, the more she loved it. On several occasions, when she felt that I had been somewhat less than forthcoming with details regarding something she really wanted to know, she was almost relentless in her pursuit to pry those details from me. It was often easier to just give in and tell her rather than put myself through one of her grilling sessions, which could often last for days.

A plan began to develop in the back of my mind where I might possibly let slip a tiny tidbit of information, such as a dream I had about her, to peak her interest, and then allow Louise to pry the details from me. Such a manipulative plan seemed a very innocent, and yet effective, way of disclosing the concept of my fantasy to her without actually appearing to do it deliberately. I reasoned that, once she pried the details of my fantasy from me and it was open between us, I would be able to discern and gauge her reaction and what, if any, her feelings might be. Should the details of my fantasy appear to seem at all unappealing or even abhorrent to her, I would, of course, abandon any attempts to manipulate her further and then forever keep my fantasies of her to myself.

The more I thought of the idea, the more I liked it, and I thought to myself that I would keep myself alert for a perfect moment in which to present my scenario to her. To my surprise, I didn’t have to wait long for just such an opportunity.

One morning, over coffee, Louise laughed and shook her head. “I had the strangest dream about you last night.” She said. “Well…not so much about you…but you were in it.”

I smiled to myself, realizing that Louise herself had actually opened the door for me to attempt my manipulation. When I prompted her, she related how in the dream Ross and I were chopping down the large elm tree in their back yard and how upset she was that we had not warned her about it.

We chatted about her dream, and the strangeness of dreams in general, for several minutes and, when she was refilling my cup I judged the moment was right.

“I actually had a dream about you too.” I said, sipping my coffee, “Not last night…but a couple of weeks ago.”

“Yeah?” She said with a smile, “Was I cussing you out for chopping down my tree by any chance?”

I laughed, “No…nothing like that.” I sipped my coffee and looked absently out the window.

“Well?” She prompted, “Aren’t you going to tell me what it was about?”

“Oh.” I said, feeling my heart begin to beat faster. “Well…I don’t know if I should. It was kinda one of those dreams, if you know what I mean.”

She smiled broadly and leaned toward me across the table. “A sex dream? Did you have a sex dream about me?”

I laughed and shrugged, wanting to appear as embarrassed as I could, knowing my embarrassment would intrigue her even more. “Well…I guess so…sort of.” I said, looking away once more.

She laughed aloud. “Oh, I love those kinds of dreams, don’t you? If I could I’d have them all the time.”

I smiled and nodded. “Yeah…me too.” I said.

“So, tell me…” She said as I lulled myself to silence and sipped my coffee, “Was I at least a half decent lay in your dream?”

I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “It wasn’t…exactly like that.” I said, “I mean…it wasn’t an actual sex dream…I mean, we weren’t actually having sex…just…”

“Just what?” She urged as I hesitated.

I bit my lips as if experiencing momentary anxiety and saw the corners of her mouth lift. I knew she was enjoying my discomfiture. “We were…well…lets just say we were doing a…sexual thing…and leave it at that.” I said hesitantly, hoping I looked disconcerted.

“Are you blushing?” She asked, looking at me and smiling broadly.

I shook my head. “I don’t think so.” I said with feigned disdain.

“You are.” She said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest with her smile widening even more.

I shrugged and looked away again, out the window.

“Hey.” She said, bringing my attention back to her. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table and smiled at me with one eyebrow raised. “You should know me well enough by now to know that I’m not going to let you get away with leaving things up in the air like that.”

I looked at her silently and bit my lip once more.

“You might as well just tell me,” She said, “You know I’ll just worm it out of you eventually anyway.”

I laughed softly and shook my head.

“Come on.” She coaxed with a smile. “You know…I might have let you get away with it if you hadn’t blushed…but now you have to tell me.”

“Okay, okay.” I said with a look of embarrassed resignation. “It’s not that big a deal. I don’t remember a whole heck of a lot of details, we…were on the sofa in your living room…and you were wearing your bathing suit…”

“My bathing suit?” She interrupted with a pained expression on her face. “You mean that ugly black bathing suit?”

I nodded.

“I’m sorry.” She said with a wave of her hand, “Go on…tell me what happened.”

“Well…” I shrugged, “like I said…I don’t remember all the details…but we were siting on the sofa and…I was sitting on your lap…”

Louise leaned forward with a little smile on her lips.

I shrugged. “And then…somehow I didn’t have any clothes on…and the top of your bathing suit came down…and I…well, I did it between your boobs.”

Her eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. For a moment her reaction was difficult to read and I feared it might be unfavorable. But then the corners of her mouth turned up and her eyes softened. Her smile broadened and I felt relief flood through me.

“That’s a little kinky.” She said with an enigmatic smile, “Was it at least a good dream?”

I returned her smile, “I thought so.” I said, “I thought it was a great dream.”

She laughed aloud and filled our coffee cups once more.

“Good.” She said, “I just think it’s a shame you had to dream about me wearing that ugly freaking bathing suit.”

I was very relieved to hear her bantering casually about my fantasy dream, I thought it a very favorable sign.

“Hey,” I said, “I don’t think your bathing suit is ugly at all…I mean, I’ve actually only ever seen you wear it that one time…but I remember thinking to myself that it looked pretty nice on you.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Well,” She laughed, “I guess there’s no accounting for taste…But, I guess it must have made some kind of impression on you if you dreamt about me wearing it.”

I smiled, “I suppose it did,” I said.

“I bet it was probably because it shows too much cleavage, right?”

“What?” I gasped in feigned surprise. “Too much cleavage? Impossible, there’s no such thing.”

She laughed aloud and smacked my arm playfully. “You know what I mean.” She said, “Maybe it was seeing me in that suit and showing so much cleavage that brought on the dream you had.”

“Hmm.” I said thoughtfully. “I suppose, maybe…who knows. Maybe it had more to do with the other night when you came in the kitchen and surprised Marlene and me.”

She gasped aloud. “That’s right…I’d completely forgotten about that.”

I sipped my coffee and said nothing.

“I guess,” She said a moment later, “That nightie I was wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination, did it?”

“Nope.” I said, shaking my head and smiling.

She reached across the table and smacked my arm playfully again. “You’re supposed to be a gentleman and not notice things like that.” She said with a smile.

I laughed softly, “So…sue me.” I said shrugging my shoulders. “What can I tell you? I’m a guy…I notice things like that.”

She shook her head with a laugh and sipped her coffee.

My manipulative scenario was progressing way beyond my original hopes, and I saw no reason why I couldn’t press the issue even more.

“You know what?” I began, speaking thoughtfully and slowly, “That night you surprised us…it really kinda shocked me to see how big your boobs actually are. I mean…I know how you’re are always joking about your big boobs and all…but, when you’re dressed and everything like this,” I indicated her large bulky-knit sweater, “They really never look all that big.”

She nodded and sipped once more. “This is…something that I do for Ross.” She said, “He’s…well, let’s say he’s…uncomfortable with the size of my boobs. I think he’s kind of embarrassed that they’re so big…he likes me to dress so that they don’t show so much, so I special bras to make me look smaller.”

“That’s a shame.” I said, shaking my head. “I mean…I personally think your boobs are absolutely fabulous…It’s sort of a shame that you have to do that.”

She smiled. “Well, thank you.” She said, “It’s nice of you to say…even if you weren’t supposed to notice.”

I laughed with her, sipping my coffee.

“Hey.” She said, smiling brightly, “On the bright side though…At least you didn’t dream about me wearing that awful nightgown. That would’ve been even worse than the bathing suit.”

“What?” I laughed, “I didn’t think it looked awful at all.”

She tilted her head and looked at me pointedly. “You’re kidding.”

“Not at all.” I said, shaking my head.

She smiled and shook her head. “Come on.” She said, “Be honest…did you really like that nightgown, or was it more that you liked being able to see through it?”

I laughed aloud. “Well…probably a little of both I guess.”

She nodded and rolled her eyes. “That figures. I bet you can’t even tell me what it looked like, can you?”

“Well, sure I can.” I said, “It was…kinda off-white…right?”

She nodded, sipping her coffee. “That’s it? That’s the best you can do?”

“No.” I said, feeling slightly trapped. “It was sort of short…around your knees…and…”

“And…you could see through it.” She laughed.

I nodded, returning her laugh. “I certainly could.” I said.

Just then the phone jangled loudly. Louise rose and stepped into the kitchen to answer it. From her tone, I knew it to be on of her neighborhood lady friends and knew she would likely be some time on the phone. I stood and pointed to my watch. She nodded and I left the house. It was a little early for practice, but I thought that the morning’s manipulation had gone amazingly well and wanted to leave it on that positive note.
Lying in bed that night, I reflected upon the events of that morning. Everything had gone so amazingly well, much better than I had ever imagined. I was exceptionally pleased by Louise’s reaction to my fantasy dream. While she may have very well just been playing along for the sake of my feelings, I was reasonably certain from the way she talked that that was not the case at all. It appeared outwardly, and felt inwardly genuine to me, that the subject of my dream was not in any way disgusting, deplorable or abhorrent to her. Surprisingly enough, it had actually seemed as if she was actually even a little flattered that I had such a dream about her.

I wondered what might be the best course of action to pursue after the events of the morning. Obviously, I needed to find innocuous ways of broaching the subject again, without making it appear as if it were my intention to do so, as it had so beautifully happened that morning when Louise herself brought up the subject of dreams. Once again, I didn’t have long to wait for such an opportunity.

The next morning, Louise was fussing around the kitchen in her robe and slippers. As I sat down at the kitchen table, she bent over to pour coffee into my cup. As she bent over, she rocked her shoulders back and forth so as to shake her bosom in front of my face. I looked up at her in surprise to see her giggling with mirth.

“Oh, great.” I said, rolling my eyes, “I suppose now you’ll be forever teasing me like crazy about that damn dream, won’t you?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“Oh, probably.” She laughed, flopping into her chair. “You know me.”

I laughed softly and shook my head. “See,” I said, “This is what I get for telling you about it. I should’ve just kept my big mouth shut.”

“Now, now.” She chided, reaching out to pat my arm affectionately, “A little teasing every once in a while won’t kill you. And, for what it’s worth…I’m glad you told me about your dream.”

At that moment, I had a strong sense that, if I were to merely ask her, she might very likely comply. I was contemplating just how I would phrase my words to ask if she might ever entertain the idea of allowing me to fulfill the fantasy of my dream, when her two kids boiled into the kitchen. Louise’s attention was immediately upon them as she leapt up to attend to their breakfast and box up their school lunches.

Just as they were about to leave for school, my bass player, Todd, arrived and made himself at home with some coffee. It appeared I wouldn’t get an opportunity to speak privately with Louise for quite a while, as Todd needed me to help him move some equipment up a flight of stairs to his apartment.

* * * * *

I arrived home around mid-afternoon to find Louise and her two kids out in the backyard. The kids were splashing around in the pool and Louise, clad once again in her black bathing suit, was sitting beside the pool in a deck chair reading a magazine.

As I approached, she smiled and put her magazine aside. “Hey,” She smiled, “I was just thinking about you…I put a fresh pot of coffee on a little while ago.”

“Cool.” I said, “Sounds good.”

I followed her up the back stairway to the kitchen, admiring the wide sway of her hips, and sat at the table while she fetched the cups and coffeepot. She placed a cup in front of me and filled it up, then sat down and filled her own.

“I hope it doesn’t make you too uncomfortable that I’m wearing this bathing suit.” She said, sipping her coffee.

“No,” I said, “Why should it?”

She shrugged. “Just remembering your dream…and wanted to make sure.”

I smiled. “Actually…I still think you look nice in it. It shows off your figure nice.”

“My figure?” She gaped in astonishment, “What figure? I used to have a figure once upon a time.” She laughed, “Two kids, and forty or fifty pounds ago.”

“Well….” I said with a smile, “You might be bigger than you used to be…but you still have a great figure.”

She shook her head and dismissed me with a wave of her hand, but I could see the corners of her mouth tilt upward and knew my words pleased her.

“So tell me,” She said moments later, “Speaking of your dream…”

I smiled inwardly, trying to keep my face impassive, because it was not I who had brought up the subject of my dream at all.

“I was just curious to know if you’ve ever really done that sort of thing with a woman before?” She asked, sipping her coffee and looking at me over the rim of her cup.

I shook my head and laughed softly. “I’m afraid that none of the girls I’ve ever been that close to have been…well, anywhere near endowed enough for anything like that to ever happen.”

She laughed softly and nodded. “Hmm,” she said, “I see what you mean. Maybe it’s just one of those repressed fantasy things…something you always wanted to do but haven’t ever been able to…Maybe that’s why you dreamed about doing it”

I shrugged. “I suppose there could be some truth in that,” I said, “I mean…I guess I have always had kind of a thing for women with big boobs…just never met any so far that were available.”

She smiled enigmatically.

“What about you?” I asked. “Have you ever done it?”

She looked at me hesitantly then shook her head. “No…Ross is not exceptionally fond of my boobs in the first place…let alone something like that.”

“Not even anybody before Ross?” I asked.

She laughed and shook her head. “Believe it or not,” She said, “There’s never been anybody before Ross. I was a virgin when I married him.”

“Wow.” I said, my eyes widening in surprise. “I never knew that.”

She nodded. “It’s a true fact.” She said, laughing softly, “And…when it comes to sex, or even sexual things in general,” She said, “Ross is a very conservative kind of guy.”

I laughed with her. “I can imagine.” I said, knowing very well Ross’s conservative values in most things.

“There’ve been a few times when I’ve tried to interest him in something…a little different, sexually, but…he’s not one to accept change easily…or experiment.”

I nodded, sipping my coffee in silence. Once again I was surprised by her candor, she had never before been so forthcoming about her marriage or her sex life.

“So, keep my experience in mind and let it be a lesson to you.” She said with a smile, wagging her finger at me. “Always try to keep an open mind sexually…and never be afraid to try anything new.”

“I promise.” I said solemnly, raising my right hand as if swearing an oath in court.

She laughed softly. “And also…” She continued, “The very first girl you date with big boobs…make sure you let her know about your dream fantasy and then just go and do it. If you don’t…you’ll probably just end up wondering about it and fantasizing about it all your life.”

I smiled and nodded, draining my coffee and setting my cup down. “Well,” I said, “I don’t see the likelihood of that ever happening any time soon. I haven’t even met anyone lately who interests me at all…let alone someone with big boobs. ”

She nodded and smiled. “I’ll make a deal with you.” She said, “If you’ve never found a big breasted woman to help you out by the time you get married and settle down, you just come back and see me. I promise I won’t let you go through your life wondering what it would’ve been like.”

I blinked in astonishment and smiled, trying to keep my composure. “Wow.” I said, “Okay, you’re on…it’s a date then. If I never meet a woman with boobs like yours by the time I get married…I’m gonna come looking for you.”

She laughed aloud and slapped my arm playfully. “Okay…it’s a deal.” She said, “Of course…my boobs will probably be hanging down to my knees by then. But as long as you don’t mind that…you’re on.”

She got up to retrieve the coffeepot and refilled our cups. “You know something funny.” She said as she took her seat at the table once more. “Thinking about it just now, it seems funny to me, but…other than Ross, you’re probably the only person in the entire world that I could ever imagine myself doing something like that with.”

“Really?” I said, my heart beating faster.

She nodded thoughtfully. “It’s a little strange, maybe it’s because I feel so close to you. But, I don’t think I could ever do something that…well…personal with just anybody. Do you know what I mean?”

“I think so.” I said, nodding.

“I mean…” She continued, “I love all you guys in the band, I really do…But, if anybody else but you had told me they dreamt about doing it between my boobs…I’d have probably just said, that’s nice, and changed the subject real fast.”

“Thanks, Louise.” I said, smiling warmly at her, “That makes me feel nice.”

At that moment the back door to the kitchen was flung open and her two kids boiled noisily into the room. They were about to do a bit of sunbathing and needed towels and sunblock. Louise liberally applied the lotion to each of their backs for them and admonished them not to stay out too long. Moments later, they thundered out of the room and, after slamming the door a little too hard in their haste, left Louise and I in deafening silence.

Louise sipped her coffee and looked at me thoughtfully. “Can I ask you something kind of personal?” She said.

“Sure.” I said with a nod of my head, “Ask away.”

She looked at me and bit her lip tentatively. “Well…I was just thinking back to when you first told me about your dream…”

I nodded, wondering where she was going with this and feeling my heart begin to race.

“I remember when I asked you about it,” She continued, “You said something like…it wasn’t just a really good dream, it was a great dream. Do you remember that?”

I nodded and smiled. “I remember that.” I said.

She smiled and pursed her lips thoughtfully. “And then later on, when we talked about that night here in the kitchen, you said you thought I had…” She paused, biting her lip, “I think the word was ‘fabulous’ that you said…that you thought I had fabulous boobs. Am I right?”

Again I nodded, “I’m pretty sure that’s the exact word I used.” I said.

She sipped her coffee, looking at me. “Okay…” She said, sighing heavily, “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way…but I’m kinda curious about something.”

I swallowed, feeling a twinge of panic wash over me as I wondered if she might have somehow stumbled onto my efforts of manipulation.

“Well…” She continued, “After all of that…you know, seeing my boobs, and liking them…and then actually dreaming about them the way you did, I guess I’m just sort of a little curious why…you never actually came right out and asked me about actually doing it.”

I was completely shocked by her question, and my surprise must have shown on my face.

“Was it just because you were afraid I would say no…and then think less of you?”

I swallowed. “Well…sure.” I managed to stammer. “I wouldn’t have told you about it at all…except I slipped up and then let you worm it out of me.”

She nodded and sipped her coffee once more.

“I think,” I said, casting hurriedly for what I hoped would be the right things to say, “That I can probably think of about a dozen reasons why I couldn’t do something like that.”

She leaned forward with her elbows on the table. “I’m listening.” She said.

“Well…first of all,” I went on, “I think of you as one of my very best friends…I’d never want to say anything that might ever make you think less of me…or hurt our friendship.”

“I understand,” She nodded, “What else?”

“Okay,” I said, “Then there’s the huge fact you’re a married woman…I mean…that’s a pretty sexual thing to ask a married woman. Don’t you think?”

“I suppose.” She said, nodding thoughtfully. “Is there more?”

“Well…sure.” I stammered, “I mean…there’s also the age thing too. I mean you’re as old as my mom, Louise. That’s a pretty intimidating thing.”

She nodded and sipped her coffee, waiting for me to continue. When I didn’t, she set her cup down and leaned forward again.

“Okay.” She said, “I admit, you make some pretty good points. But…let me just say this about them.” She held up her hand with her fingers raised. “First of all…” She said ticking off one of her fingers as she spoke, “I think of you as one of my best friends too. And, I don’t think there’s anything you could ever say to me that would make me think less of you or hurt our friendship. And, I mean that honestly.

“Secondly…” She said, ticking off a second finger, “I think you’re right about it being a very sexual thing between two people. But…” She bit her lip again thoughtfully, “It’s not like actually having sex with someone though, is it? To me…it’d be more like a masturbation kind of thing. Sure it’d be very personal…and pretty intimate too…but not really what I would call cheating on one’s spouse. Do you know what I mean?”

I nodded, trying hard not to smile as she spoke and made my entire argument for me.

“Lastly,” She said, lowering her hand, “I don’t really know what to say about my age intimidating you. Even though I know there’s a big difference in our ages, I don’t personally feel a big difference when we’re together and talking…To me we’re just two good friends. Does that make sense to you.”

I nodded.

She smiled and leaned forward again. “Okay…listen.” She said softly, “I’m kind of going to go out on a bit of a limb here…but I’m going to be really honest, okay?”

I nodded again.

She bit her lip thoughtfully once more, “Would it be a big surprise to you if you knew that…that day you told me about your dream…I was actually kind of hoping that you would ask me about doing it for real?”

I stared at her, too stunned to even speak.

“And…” She continued, leaning back in her chair, “If you had…I’d have probably said, yes.”

I swallowed, looking into her eyes. My god, it seemed almost too incredibly good to be true. I had actually pulled off the smoothest manipulation I could have ever imagined. It had worked perfectly, I had planted the seed in her mind and allowed her react as if she were making the decision of her own accord.

“Wow.” I said softly, swallowing self-consciously. “You aren’t just teasing me about all this, are you? Because that’d be pretty cruel.”

She shook her head emphatically, “I’m being completely serious.” She said, “As much as I love to tease you sometimes, I’d never tease you about this.”

“Okay…Listen, Louise, I said, looking directly into her eyes, Don’t say things like this unless you’re absolutely serious about it…because…if I even thought, for one second, that there was even the slightest chance that you’d actually let me do that to you…I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

She smiled broadly. “A heartbeat? Well, all right then.” She said, turning her head to glance out the window at her kids. “All’s quiet right now…and with any luck, we could have at least a half an hour to ourselves before all hell breaks loose around her again.”

“You mean…right now?” I stammered, still a little shocked by the suddenness of the turn of events.

She nodded and smiled cheerfully. “Why not? You know how crazy things get around here most of the time…and this looks like a golden opportunity.”

I nodded, my heart and my imagination racing overtime.

“And…” She said with a little laugh, “I’m even wearing the damn bathing suit.”

She abruptly stood up and, after glancing out the window once more to check on her kids, held out her hand out to me, “Come on then, Mr. I’d do it in a heartbeat,” She said, “We’re actually going to have to be pretty quick about it.”

I stood and took her hand and let her lead me to the living room. As she entered the room she released my hand and crossed the room to the large picture window and pulled the venetian blinds closed.

“No sense letting the whole neighborhood in on it, is there?” She said.

She moved to the sofa and seated herself on the center cushion and smiled up at me and patted her lap. I stepped close to her and began unzipping the fly of my jeans.

“You probably shouldn’t take them all the way off,” She said, glancing toward the doorway leading to the kitchen, “Just in case.”

I nodded, pushing my jeans and my briefs down over my hips at the same time and letting them fall about my ankles. Even though I was almost vibrating with anticipation, my cock was still reasonably flaccid and semi-hidden by the length of my t-shirt. Louise smiled up at me once more and I stepped up to her and bent my knees, straddling her thighs and settling myself onto her lap.

She slipped her hands up to the shoulder straps of her bathing suit and slipped them from her shoulders, pulling the bodice down to her waist.

Her incredible breasts swung free of their restrictive confines and I stared down at her in unabashed admiration as I felt my cock becoming more and more rigid. Her breasts were even more stunningly beautiful than I had remembered. So very large and so perfectly formed that her cleavage was maintained even without support as they did not fall away from one another. Her flesh was very pale, the color and consistency of fresh cream, breathtakingly revealing how very little sunlight her breasts had ever been exposed to, if any at all. Her nipples were small and dark, the color of lightly creamed coffee, contrasting dramatically against the surrounding pale flesh. I reached with my hands and lovingly cupped her breasts, caressing them gently with my fingers. Her skin was so sleek and smooth it almost defies description, firm and yet so yieldingly pliant and malleable. I pressed the tips of her nipples, rolling them tenderly between my thumb and forefinger, and felt them respond. I watched as her dark areolas wrinkled and tightened and her nipples became provocatively erect, rising almost a half an inch from base to tip.

“You have a nice touch.” Said Louise very softly, looking from her breasts to my face.

“God, Louise.” I said softly, “You have absolutely the most amazing boobs I’ve ever seen.”

My cock became fully erect, the pink tip pushing up the front of my t-shirt to expose my erection.

Her eyes widened as my erection was suddenly revealed. “Oh!” She said softly. To my complete surprise, she reached between us and took my cock in her hands, stroking me very gently. She bent my cock to her breast, sliding the tip of my cock back and forth over her erect nipples, first one and then the other. I felt the ache of impending orgasm in the pit of my stomach and knew I would not last long.

I slid my hips forward, and she released me, sliding her hands over each side of my hips she pulled me to her as I pressed my erection into her cleavage.

“Oh, god.” I sighed, feeling her cool, smooth flesh against my cock. My orgasm was almost upon me and, for as much as I wanted to go slowly and savor each sensual moment with her, I knew I was beginning to lose control.

I reached between us and cupped her breasts, pressing them together and completely enclosing my cock firmly into her cleavage.

“Oh, god.” I sighed once more as I began to move my hips against her. I moved faster and faster with each thrust of my hips, feeling the swell of orgasm rising inside me. I cried aloud as my first ejaculation jetted between her breasts. I shuddered violently, crying out her name softly. Even in the delirium of orgasm I somehow had the presence of mind to know instinctively that calling out her name would personalize the intimacy for Louise. I released her breasts, holding them against me with the pressure of my hips, and cradled her head in my arms, pulling her against my chest. “Oh, Louise!” I moaned softly, breathlessly with each ejaculation. “Louise…Louise!” My semen inundated her cleavage and my cock slipped deliciously against her flesh, the slick wet sounds of my body against hers seemed to fill my ears.
With a final gasp and shudder, I held myself still, gasping for breath. I released her head and she looked up at me. Bright spots of color highlighted each of her cheekbones, and I knew the experience had moved her emotionally.

“Are you all right?” She asked, her eyes showing her concern.

I smiled down at her. “Yes.” I gasped, “God, Yes…very much so.”

She smiled up at me and embraced me, pulling me tightly against her. “Good.” She said, “I’m glad…Wow, Jamie…you really let go when you cum, don’t you.”

We released one another and I sat back onto her lap, letting her breasts fall away. I looked down to see my semen glistening wetly against her flesh and several long streams of semen running from her cleavage down over her stomach.

“God, Louise.” I said, still breathing heavily, “That was…absolutely…incredible.”

She smiled up at me warmly and was about to speak when the sound of the back door slamming startled us into immediate and frantic action.

I leapt from her lap and, as her daughter called to Louise from the kitchen, quickly pulled my briefs and jeans into place. I heard the soft bare footsteps approaching from the kitchen and turned away from the door, zipping my fly hurriedly.

Louise merely pulled up the front of her bathing suit and stood up. “What is it?” She asked as her daughter bounded into the room.

Her daughter began a whining litany of complaints how her brother had taken her towel and wouldn’t give it back and hidden the doll she was sunbathing with. With a sigh of resignation, Louise followed her back out into the back yard where she began meting out her stern motherly discipline and calmed the situation through compromise.

I remained in the living room, flopping onto the sofa and sighing with relief. That had been way too close and the adrenaline was still coursing through me. I smiled though, it had been every bit as wonderful as I had ever imagined, and I was exceptionally proud of myself for making it happen. God, the reality of her breasts had been more incredible than I had ever imagined. I was pleased that it had all not been just a figment of my fertile imagination, blown all out of proportion after that all too fleeting glimpse I had had all those weeks ago.

I was also very pleased by Louise’s level of participation. She had not just sat passively by while I used her for my own gratification, she had, to my great surprise, even taken my cock in her hand and stroked me. I thought that, coupled with the dramatic rise of color to her cheekbones, to be rather exceptionally positive indications that the pleasurable aspects of our little intimacy were not mine alone.

I heard the kitchen door close once more and the tread of Louise’s bare feet as she crossed the kitchen. I stood and was about to open the living room blinds once more as she entered. She smiled warmly and held her arms out to me as she approached.

I stepped into her embrace, slipping my arms about her ample waist as her arms went about my neck and she pulled me to her. As her plush body pressed into mine, I felt a distinct pull in my briefs as my cock responded to the sensuality of her against me.

“Hey, She said softly into my ear, “I’m glad we did that.” She said softly into my ear, “I didn’t know what to expect…but, that was really nice.”

“Thank you for letting me do it,” I returned, kissing her cheek lightly, “For making my dream come true.”

She released me and pulled away slightly, keeping only her hands around the back of my neck. “Okay…” She said, smiling up at me, “Now be honest…How was it for you really? Was it just like your dream? Was it just like you imagined it would be?”

I shook my head and smiled.

“No?” She asked, arching her brows sadly.

“God, Louise,” I said, “The feeling was so much more intense than I ever imagined it would be.” Her smile broadened. “I’m glad.” She said, “I was hoping that you wouldn’t be disappointed after having your dream seem so nice.”

“What about you?” I asked, caressing the swell of her hips lightly with my hands, “Was it at least an okay experience for you?”

Her eyes widened and she smiled broadly. “Okay? Oh, it was way more than just okay. It was such an amazing feeling when you came…It really surprised me how really warm a man’s cum is…and I liked that feeling very much.”

As she spoke I could see the color rising once more to her cheekbones. She took her hands from my neck and looked down at herself. “Oh, wow,” she said, “You really let go, didn’t you.” I looked down and was surprised to see a large dark stain of wetness just below the bodice of her bathing suit that extended from below her cleavage to the visible dip of her navel.

“Uh oh.” I said, smiling sheepishly. “We better get you cleaned up.”

“You’ll do no such thing.” She said, backing away with her hands held protectively over her stomach. “I kind of like it just the way it is.” She smiled, “It feels nice.”

She turned away and opened the blinds. “We’d better go back in the kitchen so I can keep an eye on the kids.” She said, and I followed her to the kitchen table where we resumed our places.

“So…tell me something else.” She said as she emptied the last of the coffee into our cups, “Now that you’ve done it, and you know what it’s like to really do it…Do you think you liked it enough to ever want to do it again? Or was once enough for you?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Are you kidding?” I asked. “Louise, that was such an incredible feeling…God, yes, I’d do it again…anytime.”

She smiled warmly and sipped her coffee. “The reason I asked,” She said, “Is because…well, I guess I just wanted to let you know that…if you ever wanted to try it again sometime and…didn’t have anyone special to…do it with, that I’d be happy to do it again with you…if you wanted me to.”

I was completely astounded, and tried to keep the incredulity from my face. I could have cheerfully lived the rest of my life with only the memory of those few precious moments with her to warm me in my old age. But, not even in my wildest fantasies did I ever imagine that it might happen more than once, or, even more incredible, that Louise herself would actually suggest such a thing on her own.

“I…can’t imagine…” I managed to stammer, “Anybody who would be more special than you…to share something like that with.”

She smiled and I could see her cheeks flushing once more. “Thank you.” She said, “That’s very sweet. And…I guess…you’ll let me know then, if the urge suddenly strikes you.

I returned her smile. “All right.” I said, “It’s a deal…as soon as the urge strikes me…” I stood up and held my hand out to her. “Okay,” I said, “I’m ready.”

She laughed aloud and slapped my hand away. “I didn’t mean right this second.” She said.

“Damn.” I said, snapping my fingers and shaking my head.

“Well…” She said, “Unless you’re really serious.”

I sat back down and laughed with her, to let her know my offer was purely in jest. As much as I would have dearly loved to have those beautiful breasts exposed in front of me once more, I thought it much too soon for me physically. I would most likely be able to cum, but not without some physical effort, and I definitely didn’t want to ever cause her any discomfort.

She smiled and sipped her coffee once more. “I hear it’s supposed to be another nice day again tomorrow,” She said, “So…the kids’ll probably want to spend it outside with the pool again…just like today.”

I smiled. “It’s a date.” I said.

She nodded and smiled, “All right.” She said softly, the color rising on her cheeks once more.

“Geez, it’s getting late,” She said glancing at the wall clock, “Would you be a dear and round up my kids while I change clothes? Ross should be home pretty soon and I need to get dinner started.”

“Absolutely.” I said, jumping up to do as she wished.

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