I was, speaking mildly, stunned and incredibly turned on. I wrestled to compose myself and said, “Taste good?” I couldn’t think, unfortunately, of anything witty or clever to say! She took the water glass from me, had a small drink and placed it on the end table beside her.
“Actually, my milk tastes really good,” she said with a playfully defensive tone, “you should try it sometime.”
This startled me greatly and I nearly tripped on her coffee table on the way to my seat. “Haha! Very funny!” I smiled and laughed, hoping she would not notice my blushing. She laughed also and we changed the subject. She moved Adrian and nursed from her other breast after a while and we chatted about work, recent vacations, old friends and so on for about half an hour.
“I should put him to bed. He will be out for several hours before he’s hungry again,” she said. She carefully stood up without putting her blouse back on. She simply held the blanket over her with her free hand. This offered me a full view of her back and a small peek at the side of her breast. Her waste was small and trim, her skin was perfectly smooth and a creamy almond-white color.
When she returned she was wearing a light blue silk robe that was rather short, it extended perhaps only half way to her knees and was tied at the waist, which essentially put her breasts on display. “I changed into my robe… I’m a big fan of being comfortable in my home,” she said, “There’s another one if you would like it.”
“Haha! No thanks, I’m good,” I said after clearing my throat. I couldn’t help but think, “Am I missing something? Why is she acting like this? She’s a married woman for Christ’s sake!”
“Since Adrian is sleeping, we have the whole place to ourselves. How about we watch a movie together, just like the old days?” she said.
“After all of my recent traveling, that actually sounds really good,” I said. I then looked around but saw no television.
“Oh, yeah, we have a huge 4K TV but it’s in the bedroom. That is okay, right?” she said as she noticed my bewildered expression.
“I suppose so… But won’t your husband possibly be put off by us watching TV on your bed?” I asked, hesitantly.
“Don’t worry about him,” Samantha said, “I’m pretty sure he’s cheating on me right now on his so-called business trip. I had my suspicions and finally called his office and they said they don’t know anything about any business trip this weekend or any of the other weekends.” She seemed dismayed and shook her head. “But never mind that! We are supposed to be having fun,” she said with a smile and bounce in her step—and her tits.
I wasn’t sure where this was going, but had suspicions I would like it. “Alright! Let’s do this!” I said.
“Do you want popcorn? I’m going to make some,” Samantha said as she stepped into the kitchen.
“Sure. I’ll eat some,” I said. While the the corn popped, we suggested to each other one movie then another. Finally, we decided on watching a series on Netflix instead. She had recently started watching The Office and I said I would watch it with her. I had already finished the whole series, enjoyed it immensely and was certainly up for reruns.
We moved to the bedroom where she had her 55 inch 4K TV setup at the end of the bed. Samantha jumped carelessly onto the bed and scooched over to make room for me. A couple pieces of popcorn fell from its bowl as she did and she quickly snatched and devoured them. She then patted the bed beside her and said, “Get up here! Don’t be shy, I haven’t grown to bite in my old age.” However, Samantha was hardly old. She was 32 and still looked like she was in her early twenties, only her body was more, how shall I say, developed.
I got up on the bed, setting less than a foot from her on her right side. We started watching The Office from the last episode she had seen. After a minute or so she turned the lights off to better enjoy the show. The room was illuminated by the large television in brief flashes. Her bed was incredibly comfortable and her many large pillows made it easy to sit upright. She ate popcorn in a trance while enjoying the show, occasionally offering some to me. I had an excellent view of her cleavage and she knew it. As she sunk into the soft bedding, her silk robe was pulled upward exposing most of her thighs. She would cross her legs left over right then, after a few moments, right over left. Her long, sensual legs were as soft and smooth as the silk of her robe, perhaps more so.
It was nearly noon when she said, “I know it’s a poor lunch, but would you like some wine, crackers and cheese? It sounds really good to me!”
“Yeah, sure! Why not? It’s Saturday.” I said. Samantha told me to stay and she ran out of the room. Soon, she returned with a tray holding a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a simple plate of crackers and cheese. She poured us both healthy glasses of the wine and placed the crackers and cheese between us. We ate until there were only crumbs remaining and then refilled our glasses. By the next episode, we had finished the whole bottle and I was a little buzzed.
We were both enjoying the show and each others’ company. Samantha then raised her left leg, bending at the knee such that her left foot was near her right knee. Her robe slid, revealing more of her leg’s inner thigh. If I were to lean forward by about a foot, I would see her panties, assuming she was wearing any. My heart began to race and I looked down to see if the boner I felt was visible as well. To my relief, my pants kept it aimed along a leg.
My thoughts were then interrupted when Samantha said, “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?!”
“What?! Uhhmm, I didn’t know—I mean, I want to! But should I? What about your, uhh, you know??” I rambled aimlessly.
“God, you are such an accountant…” Samantha said rolling her eyes in an exaggerated motion.
“Hey! What does–” I started to say but then stopped mid sentence as Samantha swung her leg over my body, straddling me, leaned in and began kissing me in a single motion. Her lips felt amazing! They were like velvet and her energy was that I had never experienced before. I subconsciously pulled her toward me, my right hand on her lower back and my left behind her head. Her scent was intoxicating. Her arms wrapped around my head, her hands in my hair. We kissed passionately. She was eager to explore my mouth with her tongue and I sucked it in then kissed her deeply. Time was lost as we drank from each other. Our breath was heavy and she pressed her body against mine in rhythm, grinding her womanhood against the rock hard cock in my pants.
Taking a moment to breath, Samantha pulled herself toward me, smothering my face in the impressive cleavage formed by her heavy, milk laden breasts that hung from her chest. The air near her body was hot and infused with her womanly scent. Her soft skin and the robe’s silk brushed my face as she moved. My hands ran up and down along the side of her back, starting below her arms and ending with my hands on her ass, pressing her down against my throbbing cock. She would then grind on me and I could hear her moaning in anticipation of what was to come.
She then began to sit up, kissing my lips as she did. Her hands left my body and pulled loose the ribbon around her waist. She gazed into my eyes as her light blue robe parted. My eyes left her gaze and trailed down her body, viewing her slightly open lips, her tender neck, her stunning cleavage that displayed magnificently the inner part of her large, natural, breasts all the way down until they turned to form the most perfect shape. Further down I saw her trim waist and, to my incredible surprise, her panty-less, shaved pussy, still grinding in a little circle motion. Her pussy was clearly wet and had made little wet spots on my pants were she was sitting. Her pussy lips were slightly open and seemed rather welcoming.
I looked back to Samantha’s face and she was smiling, knowing that I liked what I saw. With a giggle she leaned down to me again and resumed kissing me. We kissed with renewed passion, she pulled her robe apart, while still pressing against me. She shrugged and squeezed her shoulders as she pulled her robe free of her body, tossing it on the bed where she once was. We continued to kiss as her bare breasts and wet pussy pressed against me.
Not a moment later, she sat up and began unbuttoning my shirt. Her breasts were finally exposed completely. They were far more impressive than I could have imagined. They were large to be sure, but still had the most perfect, feminine shape. Her nipples were a beautiful light brown color, with a hint of red, and were quite large, but their proportion, and that of her areolas, were perfectly suited to the size of her breasts. It was no wonder they so easily pushed through her clothing. They were almost like gummy bears, and certainly seemed as edible!
I looked down to watch her finish unbuttoning and noticed two large wet spots on my shirt. “Oh, is that from…?” I began to ask.
Samantha giggled briefly, then smiled and bit her lip in a very seductive way and said, “Should I have not pressed my breasts against you?”
“Haha! There’s no point crying over spilt milk!” I joked and we both chuckled.
As she spread open my shirt, she was pleased to see that I had taken good care to exercise. My pecks were well developed and I had chiseled abs. She leaned down toward me and kissed my chest. I could feel her warm breasts touch my abs. I could even make out her soft nipples poking me, as they were rather hard at the time. My heart raced as she kissed her way lower toward my pants. I ran my fingers through her lush blonde hair as she kissed my abs playfully. As she went lower and lower, her ass jutted upward. Her waist was narrow, but her ass was pleasantly large, like a plump heart shape. It was truly perfect and clearly meant for fucking. Between her ass and her tits, she had all of the right curves.
Samantha then unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper. She was becoming impatient. She grabbed both sides of my pants, and boxers, and pulled them down. Her eyes widened as my rather large cock sprung upward. “Oh, my! Perhaps you should come back after I’ve had a few more children?…” she said, half jokingly.
Mike says
Very good start to a new series. Please continue.
Maina Samwel says
So Hot I Had To Beat My Meat And Cam Twice
Jon says
Good story Thanks for sharing.