Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 11
After the big buildup at the pool party, the potential relationship between Peter and Julie seemed to go nowhere — at least at first. Amanda had liked the couple well enough but agreed that, barring any reciprocal invitation from the Lamsons, their different interests and backgrounds made any further social exchanges unlikely. Peter and Norman continued to chat briefly during the Thursday evening ritual of bringing the garbage cans and recycling bins out to the curb for the Friday morning pickup. And that was pretty much it.
Peter and Julie did not have any direct contact at all. Peter occasionally saw her getting into the car to go shopping and such; she continued to wear her voluminous muumuus as before. The difference now was that Peter knew exactly what sort of unbelievable goodies were hidden underneath their enveloping precincts!
Peter did notice Julie working in the garden behind the house several times. She noticed him as well. She marked the long-distance encounter by giving her neighbor a brief but dazzling smile. She did not come over to the property line to visit, however; Julie was playing it very, very cool! Still, some of those looks she gave him were positively smoldering.
Peter was sure that Julie's blown kisses and winks at the pool party had been the genuine article. The brief dazzling smiles from the garden convinced him that Julie was merely biding her time. So did the occasional fiery look. Or so he hoped. When the right time came, these two neighbors were going to create a lot of fireworks!
Julie did not garden in her tent-like muumuus. For that task she wore very tight shorts and a loose blouse. Given Julie's shockingly voluptuous figure, an outfit like that was highly revealing. For Peter, the sight of his neighbor's bare killer legs and tight, curved rump was well worth leaning on the handle of the rake for a few moments of covert inspection.
And the blouse! Wow! Julie's larger than watermelon tits were just thrusting through the thin material. The blouse was exceptionally loose but its commodiousness was no match for the buxom neighbor's huge chest. Jesus! When Julie was on her hands and knees weeding a flower plot, for example, her monstrously big tits seemed to hang all the way down to the ground. On one occasion, when Julie reached over to pick up a trowel, Peter's eyes fairly bugged out to see that her gigantic hangers not only bumped into the flowerbed but also appeared to get compressed against the soil as a result of that contact.
Wow! Although he was careful to take only brief looks at scenes like this, Peter found the view so exciting that he was afraid he was going to cream in his jeans. Julie's body was so exciting!
Even though Julie's bosom was unbelievably massive, Peter had yet to take its full measure. His neighbor's gardening outfit was unbelievably sexy. At the same time, her tits were obviously holstered in a very supportive bra and then trapped a second time in a blouse. Peter knew Julie's breasts were extraordinarily huge; he dreamed of seeing those enormous honkers hanging free and unfettered. Maybe some day!
Before the pool party, Peter had never seen Julie out in the backyard in any outfit, let alone the boner-building shorts-and-blouse ensemble she had taken to wearing recently. Plus she was now wearing makeup on a regular basis. And her hair was always carefully brushed and trimmed. Was this show for him? Peter thought the answer was probably yes. If so, how could one reconcile Julie's increasingly less than modest garb with her seeming refusal to talk to him? But then again there were those dazzling smiles. Was something going on here or not? Was she as much on tenterhooks as he?
Peter was frankly at a loss to understand the situation. He had to acknowledge that if nothing was developing between the two, it was probably for the best; an affair with a neighbor would be very difficult to pull off and the consequences of getting caught would be catastrophic.
At the same time, it was difficult to reconcile this seeming lack of interest with those winks and blown kisses at the pool party. Of course, Julie could be having second thoughts. Maybe he should be doing the same!
But those tits! His few glimpses of Julie in the back yard had convinced the hopelessly tit-stricken fellow that he would be willing to chance it and have a fling with Julie if she were available. Her unimaginably exciting figure would make the risk worthwhile. But how would he handle the logistics? And then there was the larger question. How would Julie herself feel about it? Was she willing? There was their sizzling, if nonverbal, exchange at the pool party. There had been those hopeful little signs since that time. Overall, however, he simply could not tell. Sometimes he was sure that Julie was interested in an encounter and other times he was convinced that she was not willing to chance it. Peter was frankly in turmoil over the matter. His best guess was that Julie was interested, very interested — at least in the abstract. But he could be wrong. And even if he was not, the question of how and when that interest would play out was such a puzzle!
The question of Julie's gigantic bosom became greatly overshadowed several weeks later by a medical emergency in Amanda's family. Her father had suffered some chest pains during an early morning workout on his treadmill. Tests conducted after his arrival at the emergency room revealed that he was suffering from seriously blocked arteries. The poor guy was only 55 but was now going to have to undergo a triple bypass operation at the Medical College of Virginia Hospital. What's more, the surgeons were taking no chances; the procedure was scheduled for the very next morning.
Amanda naturally booked a flight for Richmond. She barely had time to throw a few things into a suitcase so that Peter could drive her to the airport for her 9:30 p.m. flight. While he was waiting for her to pack, Peter took out the garbage — it was Thursday night, after all. Good old Norman, who expressed regret in hearing about Mr McGuire's condition, joined him in that task. Peter assured him that on account of his father-in-law's general good health and toned physical condition, the doctors had told the family that the operation, although serious, should be pretty much a routine procedure.
Amanda called around 11:00 the next morning to tell her husband that the operation had just ended, that her father was in the cardiac intensive care ward, and that things had gone very well. Mr McGuire was hardly out of the woods but the prognosis was excellent. Naturally, Amanda was going to stay in Richmond for a week or so to monitor her father's recovery and to be a support to her mother. Because Swarthmore was out of session, the time away from home would not be a problem.
Peter and Amanda had decided there was no point in his joining the trek to Richmond. Besides, Peter had some important meetings on Friday; in addition, he wanted to work around the house on the weekend. Sticking around Philadelphia seemed like the best course.
Peter accordingly went off to work on Friday and planned a lot of fix-up projects for Saturday and Sunday; with Amanda in Richmond, he could get a lot done around the house. He had struggled through a busy week and so; after falling asleep in front of a Philly game on the tube around ten, Peter collapsed into bed for the night about an hour later.
As a result of his early bedtime, Peter was up with the birds on Saturday morning. He sat at the kitchen table and drank a couple of cups of coffee while waking up.
He was surprised to see that the Lamsons were up as well. In fact, he saw Julie pull the Lexus out of the garage around seven. Norman trotted down the front stairs a moment later carrying a suitcase and his brief case. It looked as if the fellow was headed out of town.
Peter shrugged, and went back to reading the Inquirer. He then mounted his rider mower to mow the lawn. Then he went inside to do some assorted plumbing tasks he had allowed to pile up.
Around eleven, Peter heard the back door bell ring. He rushed down from the guest bathroom and opened the door. Good God! It was Julie! What on earth was she doing here?
"Hi, Peter!" she announced brightly but very nervously. "Got a second for a neighborly visit?" Her smile was dazzling but her voice was positively quavering!
The word "visit" was not out of Julie's mouth before Peter was stepping all over her sentence with a blurted, "Yes, yes, of course ... umm ... come in ... ah ... glad you're here!" Peter was so shocked and nervous that spitting out a simple declarative sentence was entirely beyond him!
He certainly was glad she was here, however! Unhappiness with her arrival was certainly not the source of his speech problems. On the contrary, her arrival had catapulted Peter into an extreme state of sexual arousal. For one thing, Julie was not wearing a muumuu today. Instead, she had on a short sports skirt; its hem stopped several inches above the knee. It was short enough to show off her beautiful legs and even a major portion of her sleek thighs. The view was truly alluring!
The overly voluptuous young woman was wearing another of her loose blouses. As his eyes quickly (and, he hoped, unobtrusively), made a journey up and down Julie's fabulous body, Peter appreciatively noticed the way her massive tits filled out the garment. Was that blouse fully packed — or maybe even overloaded! — or what? The entire front of the blouse from just below her breastbone all the way down to the point where it disappeared into her skirt was almost grotesquely distended with bulging tit flesh. Wow!
What's more, Julie had left the top two buttons unbuttoned. Peter thought he would faint at the sight of the deep, deep cleavage that was thus revealed. Julie's tits were so huge! Her cleavage looked as if it was a foot deep! Peter knew this was an exaggeration, but still.... What a pair of fucking puppies!
"I just got back from taking Norman to the airport," the unimaginably busty woman announced a little breathlessly. "He's got a trial next week in LA, and wanted to spend the weekend with local counsel, you know, preparing?"
As this announcement was made, Peter looked into Julie's eyes. They were focused right on his; what's more, her face had sort of a pink glow to it as if she were slightly embarrassed even to be in his kitchen at all. Or was the glow the product of passion? Or even lust? Peter noticed with great interest that as she was talking, Julie had edged a bit closer to Peter. She was definitely moving into his space! Not a problem! His space was her space!
Peter frankly could not take his eyes off Julie's face. She was not wearing just lipstick and a touch of rouge. She was so stunningly made up that Peter wondered if she had spent every minute between her return from the airport until this very moment fixing her face and hair. Whatever! In any case, his estimate of Julie's beauty inched up a couple of notches. This was one extremely beautiful woman!
"Norman told me about Amanda's father," Julie stammered. "I thought I'd stop by and offer my ... you know?"
"He's doing just great," Peter blurted out, almost before Julie had finished her sentence. "He's in a regular room now and should go home from the hospital in a few days." God! These two were nervous!
Peter paused for a millisecond as he considered whether he really wanted to pass along some additional information. Guess what — he did! "Amanda's staying down there until Wednesday or so to help her mother when her dad gets home from the hospital."
Peter shivered with expectation. Both Amanda and Norman were out of town. They were going to be out of town for days! What's more, the information was now on the table! Both neighbors knew the score! Now, were they going to turn in players?
"I'm so glad he's doing well!" Julie breathed. Was it Peter's imagination or had Julie edged even a millimeter closer upon the announcement of Amanda's extended absence? Fuck! Her immense milkers were only few inches or so from his chest. If this kept up, Peter was going to be sending some flesh of his own in Julie's direction — down around groin level, that is!
Then Peter realized with a shiver that if he did launch a fleshy projectile from his body to hers, his rod was going to encounter the heavy bottoms of her tits rather than her groin. This realization threatened to make the feared reaction all the more likely to occur!
Julie actually seemed to be breathing a little hard at this point, as if she had just finished running or climbing a set of stairs. "It's too bad Amanda is out of town, though," she said. "And Norman, too — we had wanted to invite the two of you over for dinner this weekend because we had had such fun at the pool party." Julie's voice continued to tremble with nervousness. Peter knew the feeling; he was frankly a wreck as well! "But I guess that will have to wait a week or so until they both get back from their trips," Julie concluded, a little weakly.
"Yes, I guess it will," Peter agreed.
At this point, Peter was about ready to collapse on the floor from desire. He had to do something to keep from exploding! The sex-struck fellow abruptly, almost jerkily, lurched over to the kitchen counter. He was so flustered that he bumped heavily into its edge in the process. Ouch! The befuddled fellow then ladled out four scoops of coffee into a filter. He would make coffee; anything to keep his hands occupied ... occupied, that is, in some other way than the manner in which he longed to have them engaged!
Julie followed right along after him. Almost as if in a dream world, she picked up the coffee carafe from the drain board and began to fill it with water. Once it was filled, Peter wordlessly took it from her and poured its contents into the top of the carafe. The two were working together almost like old marrieds even though this was the first time they had ever been alone together.
Peter then turned on the coffee maker. He too was almost in a trance. The mutual knowledge that they were alone and without spousal accompaniment had clearly discombobulated both Peter and Julie. They were nervous, fretful, and yet clearly so eager to be in each other's company! It was obvious that they were just frantic to become one flesh!
As the coffee began to perk, Peter turned back to Julie. Her giant tits were if anything closer to his chest than before he had begun his diversionary coffee making.
"We'll have to plan something," Julie replied, nearly in a whisper.
"I'd like that a lot," Peter breathed just as softly. Peter was a goner — and he knew it!
Julie then paused for a second or two, licked her full, red lips, and haltingly started a new sentence. "Say," she began shakily and with a bit of false cheerfulness, "maybe I could reciprocate right now for the good time we had at your party. We'll certainly get together as couples later on, but, heck, since we're neighbors, and 'cause we're on our own this weekend, we should be neighborly. Right? Would you like to come over for a cup of coffee?"
There it was! "Um ... sure! You bet! Um ... when?" Peter's mind — and groin! — were starting to buzz with anticipation! The absurdity of going over to Julie's house for coffee when a pot of the liquid was brewing only inches away crossed neither Julie's nor Peter's minds. It was plain that their brain synapses were cooked on account of their mutual sexual anticipation and need!
"Um ... I don't know ... anytime, I guess ... well, what about this morning ... like in an hour or so?" Julie paused in thought for a moment. "How about an hour and a half?"
"Great ... that sounds great! An hour and a half would be just fine."
"Wonderful!" Julie said. "That will give me time to freshen up. See you then, Peter!"
As she turned to leave, Julie leaned in slightly toward Peter. The sex-stunned fellow was not sure if his stupendously buxom neighbor had lightly brushed her massive tits against his chest or whether she had simply come within a fraction of an inch of doing so. He was too numb with desire to make the distinction.
What Peter did know was that Julie then reached up and softly placed her hand on Peter's cheek. "I'm so glad you said yes. I'm really looking forward to your visit, Peter!"
As Julie abruptly turned, left the house, and started across the lawn to her house, Peter could still feel the imprint of her hand upon his cheek. He could feel his cock getting super stiff as he watched Julie's luscious rump swinging and swaying under the little sport skirt. He had an idea she was swinging her bootie a bit more than usual to juice up Peter's level of interest. Well, it was working! Big time!
After a visit like that, Peter knew that Julie was really asking for it. He just knew it! No girl would have come onto him at the pool like Julie did — blowing kisses and winking, for Christ's sake — and then have made a special trip to invite him over for coffee as soon as their respective spouses were safely out of town on long trips, unless she was madly in need of some loving. Julie was looking to get fucked — no doubt about it! — and that was just fine because Peter was in a mood to do some serious and protracted fucking himself! The thought of kneading, licking, and sucking Julie's enormous bosom while his giant cock was sliding in and out of her slippery cunt was thrilling! "Wow!" Peter thought to himself. "This sounds like a plan!"
What was equally thrilling was the retreating sight of Julie's colossal hooters as Peter viewed them from the rear. Her tits easily stuck out five or six inches on either side of her trunk and well below her waist. He could actually see them quiver and bounce inside the loose blouse as the hugely bosomed woman walked away from Peter's house. Oh, man! The combination of those tits, that ass, and that long, flowing blonde hair that so thrillingly complemented Julie's other gifts was threatening to drive Peter into a frenzy. The breast-intoxicated fellow was only an hour or so away from sampling those goodies — he just knew it! This was going to be one of the most exciting days of his life.
But the sheer stupidity of the idea suddenly struck him as well. Boffing a neighbor? He was really going to be putting his wonderful relationship with Amanda at risk. And for what? A pair of tits? Yes, Peter realized ... a pair of tits! And not just "a pair of tits!" It was for that pair of tits! A set of jugs that could probably contend for the title of the biggest in the world — at least in proportion to the body to which they were attached. A pair of tits like that was worth a whole lot of risk taking.
But still! The risk was there! Peter was almost panting with desire to get his hands on Julie's massive knockers. He was frantic to plunge his already tumescent cock deep into her body. But the risk, the risk!
As these conflicting thoughts raced through Peter's brain, Julie continued to walk toward her house. Just as she reached the gap in the bushes, she turned sideways to look back at Peter's house. As she did so she smiled and gave a childish little finger wave.
Peter almost collapsed on the floor in reaction to the endearing little gesture. The intimacy of the wave told him there was already a special bond between them. Moreover, it promised a much more corporeal bond — a sixteen-inch bond, in fact! — that was soon to connect the couple. Moreover, because Julie had turned sideways to give the wave, she had offered her neighbor a cock-extending side view of her massive, just massive, tits. Even in a skirt and blouse, Julie was all bulging, swelling tit from just below her neck to below her waist. What a fantastic sight!
That thrilling moment swept away all doubt. Peter now knew in his heart — and gonads! — there was simply no way on earth he could pass up this opportunity. Accordingly, he headed upstairs to shower and shave for his coffee klatch with Julie! And oh, yes — he did manage to remember to turn off the coffee maker before he left the house!
Precisely ninety minutes later, Peter started to cross the lawn to the Lamson house. It's funny how when it came to sex, Peter was always exactly on time! He was going to cut through a gap in the bushes; there was no way he was going to announce his arrival at the Lamson home to the world by walking up the front walk and knocking on the front door. Wouldn't that give the neighbors something to chew on!
Peter had put on a polo shirt, shorts, and docksiders — casual clothes that could be shed in a flash. He had opted to leave his underwear and socks at home. If he had read the signs right, he was going to have no need for those garments. They would be mere impediments to the thrilling events that, he was certain, were about to transpire.
Peter, the accomplished cocksman, felt his legs shaking as he started up the Lamson's back porch. He had usually been the most confident of suitors; today, however, he felt like a teenager on his first date. The reason was plain. He had never, no never, contemplated the prospect of making love to a woman with tits of such colossal size. Jesus! Julie's tits were much bigger than any he had ever encountered. They were bigger than any he had ever seen! They were even bigger than any he had dreamed of! And on top of everything else, she was so beautiful and curvy!
As he started up the back stairs, however, his encounter with Lakisha suddenly flashed though his mind. She was so huge; was Julie's bosom really bigger? Yes, he decided after an instant of contemplation, Julie was more buxom — but not by much! Since Julie's 5' 7" frame was at least seven inches taller than Lakisha's, Peter's memory told him that the youngster's slightly smaller tits looked every bit as huge on her torso as Julie's did on hers. Maybe bigger! Lakisha was so built!
The very emergence of these thoughts about Lakisha — especially at a time like this! — told Peter that that he continued to be extremely hot and bothered by his insistent memories of the unimaginably buxom little slut. Maybe, just maybe, this visit with Julie would exorcise the teenage tart's hold on his libido.
As he lightly tapped on the back door, thrills went up and down Peter's spine. As soon as that door opened, Peter just knew he was going to get lucky in a way few men had ever gotten lucky before! Ever! Hurry, Julie, hurry!
Peter stood at the door for some thirty seconds, waiting. At length he began to wonder if Julie had changed her mind. Perhaps she had thought better of it and bolted! Hell! Maybe that was for the best, after all!
Just as Peter's fears were beginning to mount, the back door opened. It not only opened slowly but seemingly automatically; Peter could not see anyone actually pulling it open. The eager fellow soon realized that Julie must have been standing behind the door as she pulled it open. She obviously did not want to be showcased in the open door while she was letting Peter into the house.
As he stepped in and the door closed, Peter suddenly realized the reason for Julie's caution. In fact, when Peter caught a glimpse of his neighbor he nearly gasped! He had never seen a sight like the spectacle that was Julie as she stood, smiling, waiting for Peter to enter the house and shut the door behind him.
Julie was as coiffed and made up as she had been in Peter's kitchen — perhaps more so! But now she had changed clothes. And how! Julie was wearing the shortest skirt Peter had ever seen. It was much too short to cover her buttocks; it was nearly too short to cover her snatch. Moreover, it had twin slits up the sides so that when Julie moved, the skirt moved, and Peter could actually see under the skirt to examine every inch of Julie's voluptuously swelling rump. One glance was sufficient to disclose that she had nothing whatever on under the skirt. The effect was sexier than if Julie were wearing nothing on her bottom at all!
As his eyes moved up her trunk, Peter thought he was going to faint! Julie was wearing an extremely tight gray sweater. Unimaginably huge balloons of tit meat were just swelling out of the clingy, knit material. Peter could tell that his buxom neighbor was not wearing a bra, for the twin towers of tit flesh were hanging freely from her chest They jiggled slightly within the confines of the sweater yet at the same time were very firm as well.
Because of the tightness of the skirt, Julie's gigantic tits were trapped above her waistline by her tight but stretchy sweater. The effect was to flatten out the massive globes to a thrillingly noticeable extent. As a result, her long, thick nipples were pointing off to the right and left respectively. In addition, the flattening effect of the sweater upon those trapped globes meant that each immense udder was now extending beyond the width of Julie's trunk by some nine to ten inches! Peter suddenly wondered how the unimaginably buxom woman could even walk through a doorway without her tits simultaneously brushing each of the doorframes through which she was passing!
As he examined the larger than watermelon breasts, he avidly took in the way they slopped over the tight waist of the skirt. Peter was thrilled anew — hell, his tongue was hanging out in appreciation of the fact! — by the way Julie's massive cans extended to a point below her waist! Peter knew that without the support of the sweater, those massive globes would hang down even lower. Peter was reminded of his shocked realization at the pool party that a guy would to move Julie's tits out of the way in order to gain access to her pussy! Jesus! Nor was that all; Peter gasped as he eyeballed the way Julie's shockingly huge milkers extended sideways well beyond the width of her trunk. It was a sight that made him swoon every time he drank it in. This time was no exception. What a fucking pair of lungs!
Still, because the skirt and sweater were holding Julie's massive tits in a woolen captivity, Peter could not tell precisely just how enormous her swollen tits truly were. He knew they were huge — really huge! — but their full measure would have to await the moment — he knew it was imminent! — when the lovers were finally naked. Based on the stunningly provocative outfit Julie had chosen to wear for their coffee klatch, there was no longer any doubt in Peter's mind that this moment of full disclosure was on tap!
Peter's mouth had gotten dry; he knew he was going to be unable to speak without stammering or croaking. The vision in front of him was the sexiest sight he had ever encountered. Hell, it was sexier than anything he had dreamed of in his most feverish boarding school masturbation fantasy. What a fucking piece of ass!
While he was showering to get ready for this visit, a bit of his mental fog had lifted. Peter had wondered why Julie had invited him over to her house for coffee when they just as easily could have stayed at his house to drink the coffee he had just made. Hell, he was willing to bet that the very idea for the coffee invitation had been the product of Peter's own act of brewing a pot while they talked. It had made no sense! After all, if they were going to get involved, they could have done it at Peter's house.
It certainly made sense now! Julie had certainly looked sexy in his kitchen. It suddenly dawned on Peter that she wanted to get a whole lot more sexy before the couple began a serious visit. When his eyes took another trip up and down the stupendous length of Julie's bosom — and he did it a lot more slowly and frankly this time — he could certainly see that the arrangement made a whole lot of sense. An outfit like this was well worth a ninety-minute delay and a trip across the property line!
Peter then glanced at Julie's face. She had a knowing half smile on her lips — she knew exactly what was going on! She knew that Peter's eyes were just not drinking in her buxom beauty but voraciously devouring it! And do you know what? She loved it! Her obvious aim was to get Peter almost impossibly hot. Success in that venture, Peter and Julie realized, was right around the corner!
As he studied her facial features, Peter suddenly realized — or was it his little head doing the thinking? — that Julie was not just very pretty, but positively beautiful! She had very cute features, a pert nose, a full mouth with sensuously thick lips, and stunning, smiling eyes. She was the delicately featured Scandinavian type lots of guys would kill for! Julie was a Ten and he had not realized it! Once she was fully made up and coifed, she was not as beautiful as Amanda, but drop dead gorgeous nonetheless. On top of everything else, her long, flowing blonde hair was really erotically appealing. She was a dream! This woman had it all!
Peter had the feeling he had been staring at Julie for hours. It appeared to be no problem, however; the ultra-buxom woman seemed to welcome his feverish, sex-stunned examination. She seemed to love the fact that Peter was so lustily checking out her goodies. It seemed to be exactly what she wanted Peter to be doing! In fact, Julie just stood there almost like a mannequin on display, except that no mannequin had ever arched her back to thrust her massive breasts in the direction of a lover-to-be in quite the way Julie was managing the task!
Peter was simply struck dumb by the unbelievable vision to which he was giving such bug-eyed concentration. After a few moments, Julie seemed to realize the paralyzing effect her fabulous body, beautiful face, and spectacular outfit were having on Peter. She broke the ice by smiling and then walking up to Peter.
As she journeyed the few steps that separated the two neighbors, Peter heard Julie's feet clicking on the kitchen's parquet floor. The buxom beauty was wearing high heels — four-inch heels at that, Peter guessed — that were adding to her incredible appearance. The heels really made her massive, massive breasts stick out even more than might have been the case in flat-heeled shoes. Peter was willing to bet that the heels really showcased Julie's killer thighs and calves; he was also willing to bet that they really cantilevered her luscious rump as well. Those evaluations, however, would have to wait until Peter got a glimpse of Julie from the rear. Right now, however, the view from the front was just fine, thank you very much!
That frontal view was limited in one sense, of course; from the front, Julie was all tit — she had no torso whatever. Shit! She barely had any thighs! But for Peter the view was not limited at all. It was showcasing the only subject his fevered mind was presently able to entertain — the sweater-clad twin treasures he yearned to fondle, to maul, to squeeze, to rub, to suck, to fondle, to kiss, to nurse, and ultimately to fuck.
"Hi, Peter," Julie breathed. "I'm so glad you're here!" With those words, Julie leaned in and gave Peter a short but ardent hug.
Those tits! Peter thought he would helplessly splatter massive gobs of jism inside his shorts in response to the hug. Julie's colossal milkers dug into his chest with real force during this brief embrace. They were so huge that it was really difficult for her to get her arms all the way around Peter's body! The massive piles of luxurious, welcoming tit flesh felt like a softer version of water balloons! Peter was so overwhelmed by the sensation of being jammed up against Julie's colossal breasts that, almost without realizing it, he put his hand on Julie's back and strongly pulled the ultra-bosomed woman up against his body.
Julie remained nearly welded up against Peter's body for only a second or two; she then pulled back a bit. After doing so, the giant-titted beauty looked up at Peter and gave him a warm, sexy wink. As far as Peter was concerned, the wink announced much more than a mere, "Do you like what you see?" Instead, it was shrieking loud and clear, "Do you like what you feel? Just wait a little bit, honey, and this will be all yours to really feel ... and a whole lot more besides!" Did this woman know the score, or what?
Definitely! To make things even more stimulating, Julie did not actually pull back all the way. Instead, she took a small step backwards so that her massive bosom was still lightly touching Peter's chest. The poor fellow's cock was now at its full extension as a result of this continuing contact with Julie's ponderous udders; it was pressing lightly but insistently into Julie's mountainous bosom. He was sure she could feel it!
As the sizzling couple's eyes met once again, Peter was a second from gathering Julie into his arms and crushing his eager mouth against her full, fat lips. He was sure he would meet no resistance from his hot, buxom neighbor! Instead, though, he lightly shook his head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs of lust out of his brain. There would be plenty of time for that sort of thing soon enough. No need to jump the gun. Now, Peter just wanted to get out of the kitchen in order to sit down — or perhaps lie down! — in some soft, romantic spot. Nice and easy was going to be Peter's watchword — if he could control himself, that is!
"Coffee ... umm ... should we have some coffee?" Peter croaked.
Julie stepped back a mini-step more; her gargantuan bosom was no longer touching Peter's chest, "Um ... sure, if you like." The overly voluptuous woman paused in thought. "It is after twelve, though," she noted brightly. "Would you like some wine, instead?"
"Wine would be great," Peter replied almost in a gasp.
Julie stepped over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of red wine. As she turned to do so Peter was again able to look through the slit of her skirt and observe the full curve of Julie's bare ass cheek. He almost groaned with lust at the sight.
"Grab those two glasses on the table, Peter, and follow me into the living room — OK?" Julie took the wine bottle and started toward the couch at the far end of the living room. Peter dutifully followed the overly curved woman out of the kitchen.
Peter simply could not get his boner to go away! It was jutting through his shorts like a cannon! Julie surely had noticed it!
If anything, Peter's rock-hard shaft got even more engorged during the trip to the couch. The full, rich curve of Julie's ass was fully visible under her skirt — it was just impossibly short! Peter doubted if it covered as much as three quarters of her rump.
Julie was really swinging her hips, too. The seductive way in which she was wobbling on her heels helped in that regard as well. Peter was sure that part of Julie's walk was intended to continue the erotic show she was putting on for him. Man! Was it working!
Even more eye-popping was the sight from the rear of Julie's titanic bosom as it jiggled, quivered, and shook in response to the wobbly steps she was taking on account of her heels. Adding the two sides together, there was much more than a foot of tit meat extending beyond the width of Julie's slim body. Since he was walking behind Julie, Peter was able surreptitiously to reach down and squeeze his aching, swelling cock. He was getting so hot! He was in serious need of some relief!
What's more, he needed to sit down. His legs felt weak and his knees were wobbly. He had rarely if ever felt like this in the presence of a woman. Of course, he had never been in the intimate company of curves like these before. At length, however, the show was over and the couple sat down on the couch to visit, sip some wine, and....
End of Chapter 11
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