NOTE: Happy holidays to adults. Anyone else shouldn't be reading this.
Howard looked up from his desk ... and was thrilled to see one of his favorite sights. Julie, his top-heavy administrative assistant, was leaning over his desk top, pushing some papers for him to sign. The view was breathtaking. The gentle slope of each breast ... the way they met each other to form an enticing cleavage ... and the surprising bulk of each beautiful boob, unusual for a woman of Julie's slender build. The effect was only intensified by the appearance of tan lines, despite the oncoming winter.
As Howard was enjoying mentally falling into that beautiful valley between his employee's big bosoms, he was snapped awake by the sound of a "tsk"! You know, that sound people - mostly women - make when they disapprove. It doesn't really sound like "tsk, tsk". It's more of a clicking of the tongue between the teeth. But "tsk, tsk" is how they always write it in the comic strips, and that's the sound Julie was making at Howard.
"Sorry, Julie," Howard tried to apologize. "What were you saying?"
"I said, stop looking down my blouse and sign these letters!" the secretary chided.
"Sure!" Howard agreed, and got to work.
"You'd better stop that stuff, Howard," teased Julie. "I'm liable to tell that cute little fianc�e of yours."
"Stop what?" Howard played dumb.
"You know," Julie playfully sing-songed. "Checking out my chest. You're not allowed anymore!"
Howard smiled, a little sheepishly, as he handed back the stack of papers. "Julie, I'm engaged - not dead."
"Well, that could change if Linda catches you craning your neck like that! I'll bet she'd kill you herself!" said Julie, taking off her big round glasses and cleaning them on a part of her blouse.
Howard took that opportunity to let his eyes wander back to Julie's cleavage. Don't think Julie didn't catch him, either ... she immediately let loose with another loud "Tsk, tsk!"
Howard leaned back in his chair. "Oh, yeah? Who's gonna tell her?"
"Me!" teased Julie. "I'll tell her myself."
Howard was doubtful. "Julie - you don't even know Linda."
"That's what you think," she said on her way out, tossing her mass of dark curly hair to one side. "All girls put together like Linda and me know each other. It's a Secret Sisterhood of Big Boobies!" she laughed, teasing Howard by giving him one last look. Of course, when Howard did look, she scolded him again with her tongue-clicking "tsk"!
After she'd gone, Howard thought about what she'd said. It did seem like all girls with big boobs knew each other. But that was impossible, wasn't it? He started gathering his things to leave for the day.
Julie's generous upper torso wasn't the only reason Howard had hired her - but it sure as hell didn't hurt. He figured all other things being equal, if he was going to have to look at an administrative assistant all day long, he may as well enjoy the view.
He passed by Julie's desk on his way. "Linda and I are going to dinner. See you tomorrow!"
Julie was in a teasing mood. "Don't ask me to get something from the bottom filing cabinet so you can see my ass in this short skirt either!"
Howard smiled. "Don't flatter yourself, hon. Your legs and ass are just okay. It's your boobies I want!"
Julie hit him with another "tsk". "Go look down Linda's top. Her boobs are at least as big as mine, anyway!"
"Will do," promised Howard. "Good night."
Howard walked down the corridor of the office building that both his and his fianc�e Linda's companies shared. That's how they'd met, actually. At the elevator. Howard was staring at Linda's ample bosom, and Linda invited him to take a picture. "It lasts longer," she said. At the time, she was annoyed, but Howard charmed her into accepting a date. Now they were planning a January wedding.
Howard rounded the corner and walked right into Linda's office. Linda was apparently exchanging "shop talk" with a colleague. Howard had met Barbara before. He was sure. He never forgot a bust. Barbara was tall and dark-haired, in contrast to Linda's short blonde good looks. Both girls shared generous curves, and a proclivity for showing them off. The two friends stood up when Howard entered the room.
"Hi, sweetie," Linda said cheerily, giving her fiancé a peck on the cheek. "You remember Barbara."
Howard was transfixed as Barbara stood up. He knew she was tall - but he didn't realize that her imposing height would place her protruding breasts dangerously close to Howard's eye level. Howard only smiled as he struggled to find his voice. "Of course," he finally croaked out. "How are you, Barbara?" There was a distinct scent, Howard thought. Magnolia. Must be her perfume.
"You tell me," Barbara cooed sexily, taking note of how Howard's eyes were roaming all over her body, and lingering in the valley of her cleavage. "I'm sure you can see from there!"
Howard's head was filled with the vision of big boobs in close proximity, and the romantic smell of Barbara's magnolia perfume. Howard was pretty sure he knew where Barbara had applied that perfume, too.
Linda struggled to remain pleasant as she grabbed Howard's arm. "We have to run along, dear. We've got dinner reservations."
"Hm? - oh. Right. Nice seeing you again, Barbara!" called Howard as he was led away.
As the couple walked down the hall, the silence was deafening. Finally, Howard simply asked "What?"
Linda was fuming. "You know!"
"No, I don't. What did I do?"
"I'll bet it was nice seeing Barbara again!"
"What? I was polite."
"Polite? That's what you call looking down the cleavage of my best friend?" Linda nearly shouted as she pushed the "DOWN" button to summon the elevator.
"Was I?" Howard was genuinely surprised. He hadn't realized it. It was like ... exhaling to him.
"Were you?? My god," sniffed Linda. "Did you like BOOBra's boobs? Why must you do that? Don't you know it hurts me?"
Howard thought a moment. "I guess I didn't know. I promise not to do it again."
Linda narrowed her eyelids at him. "Promise?"
"Promise."
The bell sounded and the elevator doors opened. Before they could step in, a large and lovely black woman stepped off. She smiled in recognition of Linda.
"Linda? How are you?" this lush vision of full-figured femininity laughed. She turned, nearly nudging Howard out of the way with her protruding and prodigious breasts. "And this - must be Howard!"
Linda was proud to show off her man. "Howard, this is my friend Jonitha. I don't think you've met."
"No, we haven't. I would have remembered," Howard stuttered. Linda continued introducing her ... probably telling him where they knew each other from, things like that ... but Howard didn't hear a word. He was staring at the valley-like chasm between her enormous chocolate brown bazongas. Jonitha wasn't even dressed immodestly - but a big round body like that can't be kept a secret. Howard heard Linda's continued chatter in the back of his head ... but soon another sound drowned it out. Jonitha seemed to be ... humming. She was happily humming a tune as she drank in all of Howard's attentions. The song sounded a little like an old Staples Singers hit, and a little like the closing credits theme to the old sitcom The Jeffersons.
Once again, Linda must have taken note of how carefully Howard was studying her friend's cleavage, for the next thing Howard knew, his arm had been grabbed forcefully. "We really need to go, Jonitha," apologized Linda pleasantly. "It was nice seeing you again!"
"And very nice meeting you!" called Howard as he was led away.
The silence was deafening as the couple walked a short block to their favorite restaurant.
As they sat studying their menus, Howard reached over and touched Linda's cheek. "What's wrong, honey?"
"Don't you touch me, and you know perfectly well!" shot back the pretty blonde.
"I don't," Howard confessed. "Tell me."
"I can't believe you were checking Jonitha out!" spat Linda. "Right after you promised not to!"
"Checking her out?"
"Yes, you were! And Jonitha!" Linda marveled. "How can you be turned on by that? She must weigh more than two hundred pounds!"
Howard's next comment was clearly made without thinking first.
"Yeah," he agreed, "but one hundred and eighty is tit!"
Whoops, he thought. I'd better find some way to get out of this one, said the voice inside his head.
"Honey, I had no idea how much it bothers you. Half the time I don't even know I'm doing it," Howard said with convincing sincerity. "It's the way I'm wired."
Linda let out an exasperated sigh. "I know..." She considered the problem. "And I guess a guy who didn't appreciate feminine beauty wouldn't appreciate me. But please, please try not to do that in front of me?"
"I will," Howard promised.
"In fact, try not to do it at all! Tell you what," Linda continued, a mischievous smile on her face. "If you can stop checking out chests from now until Christmas..."
"Yes?" Howard was starting to smile, too.
"I'll make it worth your while," whispered Linda. "Be good - and you'll get a nice surprise."
Howard raised his glass of wine. "To my being good!"
Linda clinked her glass with his. "To your being good."
Now, logic would say that when Linda wasn't actually with Howard, he could look down as many cleavages as he felt moved to. But Howard wouldn't. It didn't matter to him that it was illogical or impossible - he was certain that if he did look, Linda would know, somehow. So he had to be good. No matter how great the temptation, he didn't look. And don't think it was easy for him, either.
Like the time he stopped off at Linda's office to deliver a rose. Linda wasn't there, but guess who was? Yes. BOOBra. The imposing brunette strode confidently toward Howard, with a cheery "Hello! How have you been?" Her hips moved from side to side, and her bosom moved that way and more. Side to side. Up and down. Forward and back, with increasingly prominent nipples fighting to break thru the thin cotton prisons of her blouse. When she got to where Howard was standing, she draped an arm over each of his shoulders. This put her bust so close to his eyes that even the slightest look down would fill his vision - fill it with a bounty of bosoms.
The smell of Barbara's magnolia perfume clouded Howard's mind as he pulled himself away from her clutches. "Barbara - I - I have to go. Give this to Linda, will you?" he croaked, handing her the single rose.
"How lovely!" cooed Barbara. "Any thorns?" she smiled, feeling the stem in a most obscene fashion.
"Uh - no. Just make sure she gets it, okay?" He beat a path to the door.
"All right!" said Barbara, taking a break from giving the flower what looked like a hand job. "See you later!" she waved, putting the rose between her breasts as Howard only worked harder to escape the office. Her romantic choice of scent followed him out. It was close, but he had escaped. He didn't look down her blouse once. Success!
Then there was the time he was on his way home. He and Linda had no plans, and Howard was going straight home to watch some TV. No danger of his not "being good", that way! He pushed the "DOWN" button at the office elevator.
The doors swooshed open, and Howard walked in.
"Howard! How are you, darling?" a distinctive voice cooed.
Howard looked to his side and discovered Linda's bountiful black friend Jonitha. He stared straight ahead.
"Nice to see you again, Jonitha," he offered, tight-lipped.
"Oh, come on honey," she said, starting to hum her old sweet song again. "Talk to me! How've you been?"
"Just fine," said Howard, not wishing to be unfriendly. He looked at her again in his peripheral vision. He wished he hadn't. Whatever Jonitha was wearing, it was designed to appeal the kind of man who liked his women with plenty of dark meat on them. Her womanly thighs and enormous tits were displayed to best advantage. It wasn't so much exposed flesh as it was contour - this outfit was tight.
"All ready for the holidays?" Howard ventured, trying to make a little small talk. Though the word "small" seemed inappropriate for the company.
Jonitha interrupted her soulful humming to answer. "Oh, yeah. I'm inviting over all my male friends ... and setting up chips and dip ... in here!" She giggled as she shoved her bust his way, and pointed into the depths of her cleavage.
Howard was surprised at this sudden brazenness. What was going on here? He tried to push past, but it was impossible. This was a non-negotiable roadblock.
"You're welcome to come, too, honey," smiled the full figured woman. "Hell, you can come whenever you want! Especially in here," she continued, helpfully pulling those terrific tits apart to illustrate her point. Her triumphant humming started all over again.
Just in time, the elevator opened, and Howard bounded out. He wiped his forehead, and bid Jonitha farewell, struggling to get that gospel-tinged melody she'd been humming out of his head.
The day of Christmas Eve arrived, and not a moment too soon. Howard felt that if Linda's friends kept up their assaults, it would only be a matter of time before he crumbled. But now - he'd made it! Just one day of "being good" ... and Linda would reward him. She just had to! She promised, thought Howard!
He arrived at his office before Julie. That was unusual. His assistant was usually prompt. Howard simply went past the outer office where her desk was, and went to work.
After a few minutes, his inner office door clicked. Howard looked up, expecting to see Julie full of apologies for being late. He saw Julie, all right, but she wasn't apologizing to anyone. She walked slowly and deliberately to his desk, smiling a smile that wouldn't have been out of place on the cat who ate the canary.
The fetching administrative assistant was dressed in jeans, boots, and a heavy parka that suited the climate and time of year. She stopped right in front of Howard's desk.
"Good morning, Howard," Julie said, starting to unbutton her parka. She took it off and hung it up on a coatrack.
"Good morning, Julie," said Howard, looking up. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Julie seemed to be wearing a bikini top under her jacket. In December! Well, maybe it wasn't quite a bikini top, but it was a very brief halter top that tied in the back. The incredible stage presence of her tremendous tits was obvious from every angle. Julie walked toward the desk, planning to lean way over as she often did. In that outfit. Howard quickly looked down and busied himself with his paperwork.
"Oh, come on," Julie said. "Every other day, you're looking every chance you get. Today, I want you to - and you won't? What gives?"
"It's just like you said," Howard pleaded, still not looking up. "It's not fair to Linda!"
"Oh, I don't think Linda would mind one little look," Julie teased, playing with her shoulder strap.
"No!" snapped Howard.
Julie made her customary "tsk" sound of disapproval - but now it was for not looking! "Howard! You're spoiling my fun!" she whined.
"No, no, no, no!" said Howard, packing up his things and planning to go home.
"Howard!" scolded the secretary. "I'm disappointed. I've got boobies for the boss! Mammaries for the manager! Hangers for Howard!"
"Good night, Julie! Have a Merry Christmas," called Howard as he grabbed his coat and went out the door.
Howard heard Julie "tsk" one more time. He couldn't help taking one more glance backwards. Julie was bent over his desk with her knockers spread out to cover as much of the desktop as possible ... and she was reaching behind her back to untie her top.
Howard practically ran to his apartment.
He entered and locked the door behind him. He figured he'd take the rest of the day off, and see Linda later for Christmas Eve dinner. As he put away his coat, he noticed a Polaroid camera in the corner. Well, he thought, either Linda left something last time she was here, or I've just spoiled one of my Christmas surprises! He figured he'd ask her about that tonight.
Howard got himself a fresh cup of coffee and sat down in his easy chair. Moments later, the bell rang.
Howard opened to door to see his beautiful blonde fiancée dressed for a party. In her short, tight, low-cut metallic gold dress, Linda looked ripe enough to eat.
"Come in! Merry Christmas!" Howard greeted her. "I wasn't expecting you until tonight."
"I'm here to give you your surprise," smiled Linda. "I hear you've been good. Very, very good!"
She pushed Howard past his living room into the bedroom.
"Oof!" said Howard as he was pushed onto the edge of the bed. "Well, yes, I have ... "
"Stay right here," said Linda. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a bright red bow. Howard smiled, expecting her to "wrap" herself as his present, but she didn't. She tied the bow around his eyes, as a blindfold.
"And don't say anything," she cautioned. The next thing Howard heard was the bedroom door closing.
Now what? he wondered.
There was a short silence. Then the door opened again. Howard couldn't see, but he assumed Linda had come back in. He opened his mouth to speak, but then he remembered his fiancée's instructions.
As his mouth hung open, he felt the presence of something soft and yet hard ... he closed his mouth around it. It was a nipple! Howard started sucking enthusiastically. The teat grew in length and hardness. Its owner started pushing her boobs around Howard's mouth, so he could feel their mass and softness on his cheeks and chin.
Abruptly, the tasty treat was pulled out of his mouth. Instinctively, Howard licked his chops to keep his mouth ready. The nipple's owner made a small sound at that.
Tongue clicking against teeth! Was it a "tsk"?
Before Howard could consider that, a softer nipple invaded his mouth. Seems like the other hot button on the other breast wanted equal treatment. Howard sucked this one with the same loving care as he'd lavished on the first. Soon it matched its partner for size and hardness. Just as Howard was getting warmed up, that nipple was yanked from his lips. He felt the presence of their owner moving away. Then he heard the door open ... then another "tsk" ... then the door closed!
What seemed like several minutes went by. Then Howard heard the door open again, followed by soft footsteps. A pair of gentle hands unbuckled his belt, an pulled his pants and undershorts down. Howard helpfully raised his ass off the bed to allow his pants to be removed.
When he sat down again, one of those gentle hands raised his cock. Then he felt two soft inviting hemispheres surrounding it. He was being tit-fucked! And it was wondrous. But by who? It didn't feel exactly like Linda. You know, tits are like fingerprints. No two are exactly alike. These two were soft enough to soothe but resistant enough to provide the necessary and arousing friction that is tantamount to a successful tit-fuck! Howard was catching a scent. And not the unmistakable scent of men and women in heat. This was something else.
Magnolia?
Suddenly, and too early for Howard to come, the tits were taken away and door opened and closed once again.
Now his imagination and his genitals were piqued!
Again, the door opened and closed. Now Howard felt two powerful hands on his shoulders as he was moved into a standing position. His rock-hard member made maneuvering difficult, but not impossible.
Once he was standing, an undescribable sensation came over him. He felt like his whole body was enveloped in softness and sexiness. Lovely flesh covered him from front to back, and moved up and down. Roughly, the two powerful hands grabbed his and moved them to reach behind him. Then the hands were placed on two improbably hard and huge nipples. Their owner manipulated her obviously enormous breasts so that the engorged nipples rubbed against each other behind Howard's back! As Howard's head was reeling in the thought and the sheer physical pleasure of this treatment, he heard what sounded like humming.
Humming? Yes, and ... could it be? It was the closing theme from The Jeffersons!
God - two huge boobs surrounding and massaging his entire body. He could stand this all afternoon...
But again - the pleasure was taken away. The next thing Howard knew, Linda was removing the blindfold. Howard looked up questioningly.
"Still have some for me?" smiled the blonde beauty. She shucked off her dress and knelt in front of him. As she lifted her lovely boobs and placed them lovingly around his still skyward member, Howard started to speak. "What -"
"Never mind," whispered Linda. "Just enjoy."
As Howard spilled the load of his life all over his lovely lady's face and figure, Linda rubbed it in as if it were a highly prized beauty treatment. Then she held her man in her arms.
"But Linda, what was -" Howard insisted on asking.
"No, don't speak," said Linda. She reached around her back and handed him a huge homemade card. "Just look."
Howard glanced at the front of the card. A Polaroid picture was glued onto construction paper. It was Julie, Howard's assistant, wearing nothing but her big round glasses. She was feeding her big round boobs into the mouth of a Christmas Nutcracker. Her smile seemed to greet and mock Howard at the same time.
Incredulous, Howard turned the page. Inside he saw another Polaroid of Linda's tall brunette friend Barbara, moving a big candy cane up and down between her breasts.
Finally, on the inside, Howard saw the dark, large, and lovely Jonitha, stark naked, surrounding Howard's entire Christmas tree with her boobs! Howard hoped the needles hadn't hurt her.
Howard looked at Linda for an explanation. None was forthcoming. Only a sly smile. Linda whispered, "Wait until you see what we have planned for your birthday!"