Julia's Big Tit Pleasure: An Afternoon Surprise
One day it just seemed as if everything was going wrong. It was sunny enough, and work had been relatively stress-free, but somehow, I don't know what it was, or why...I just couldn't get going. Everything seemed to be an ordeal, and my mind was wandering all over the place.
Just one of those days, I guess.
I'd left for lunch and was grateful for the mild breeze out doors, the sunshine and the chance to escape the usual clatter and confusion of work. Spring was at last in the air and I suddenly felt much more optimistic...just get thought the day, put it behind, make new plans. Soon I was lost in thought as I strolled, with my only vague intention centering around food and perhaps a browse in the local shops.
Suddenly a voice called out to me from across the road. It was Julia, an acquaintance from a previous job...my manageress in fact. I'd quite honestly found her to be a touch haughty and arrogant, and was glad to have left that job altogether, but times had changed, and so had I. To be honest, I was glad to meet someone not connected to my current job, and was curious to know what had become of her. I'd heard that she'd left work to have a baby.
She certainly looked good. She was very tall, leggy with quite broad hips (which I'd ironically always considered 'child-bearing'), short auburn hair and an officious air. She seemed born for management, for telling people what to do, whilst fixing them with a direct look from very pretty hazel eyes. Something else I of course had noticed, in addition to the attributes mentioned, was a very large bust. Julia's chest was an asset of which I always felt she may have been self-conscious, as she often kept it covered with her normal work-apparel...but I was aware of it.
Today, as she strode across the road to greet me, beaming, there was no self-consciousness.
Juia was dressed in pale blue jeans, strappy shoes with a low heel, and a sleeveless, striped blouse, revealing a large amount of pale, freckly skin. Quite beautiful skin, due to her auburn highlights. We stood chatting for some time; the usual smalltalk, pleasant enough, just remarkable for the fact that we never used to communicate much at work apart from work-related things. Nonetheless, I was surprised how chatty she was, and how interested she was in my affairs. At one stage, she stooped to adjust the strap on her shoe [and was that necessary? I later wondered] giving me an expansive view of her cleavage, obviously bra-less. I had glimpsed at least two inches of her breast-creases, almost down to her abdomen, her breasts visibly wobbling as she played with her strap.
Suddenly, work and all it's trifling, mundane reality seemed far away. I played with the idea of an afternoon 'sickie'.
So. Her new baby? How was motherhood? And where was the family now? Well, it appeared that her defacto lover had taken the baby to his parents for the day. Leaving Julia free, and, well, wondering how to spend the afternoon.
"Do you fancy a cup of tea at my place? Maybe I could fix us something to eat."
So were the words that set my pulse racing, and set the afternoon off on a course that suddenly looked extremely appealing.
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We had strolled back to Julia's apartment, and I had since notified work that I'd twisted my ankle, so couldn't make it back, so sorry. As I replaced the handset, I looked around the apartment with approval: it was light, airy, and had an excellent view over the nearby suburbs. Julia had appeared smiling in the doorway.
"A cup of tea? Or something cooler? I'm parched. Sooooo dry."
I opted for a long, cool drink, it suddenly seeming so much warmer. The afternoon sun was indeed starting to penetrate the lounge room where we were, the atmosphere quite close.
"Could you draw the curtains? I'm going to get changed. It's too hot!"
Julia breezed off, leaving me to wonder what was in store.
I drew the curtains dutifully and wondered what was going on in Julia's bedroom, not to mention mind. I peered at odd photographs and ornaments, then immersed myself in her CD collection, when she breezed back into the room, carrying drinks.
She'd changed into a small, tight pink singlet, and was obviously still bra-less due to the fact that it's bottom rode up high over her belly, revealing a good inch of the white underside of each big tit. She wore only a tiny-and I mean miniscule-black thong, the string at the rear no thicker than a shoelace, emerging from the crack of her quite majestic backside, which was showcased as Julia had turned to bend and place the drinks down. And apart from the thong? Extremely high black stilettoes with a double buckle strap around the ankle.
There was no real reason or opportunity to express my surprise at the somewhat casual appearance of my hostess, as she simply continued to chat, and beckoned me to come, sit down, as she crossed her legs. What amazing thighs! I felt my balls tighten in excitement.
I assumed the casual air as well, and why not? I thought. I sat and smiling, accepted my drink from Julia. We both had iced tea, which, after clinking our glasses together cheerfully, proceded to drink. It was delicious. It would have been perfect had I not been so aware of the fact that my cock was painfully erect in my tight jeans, and that the amount of cum in my balls probably amounted to a bucketload. And how I longed to empty it down Julia's throat!
"...so much more...are you listening?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, Julia. You were saying...?"
"That my tits are just so much bigger than before I had the baby. Just incredible. You're too polite to comment, I know, but they're so heavy!" Julia held up both tits with her beautifully manicured, and quite large, hands, as if to demonstrate. "You see?" she asked, looking at me earnestly.
"I do, I do indeed. But, well, that's a good thing, isn't it?"
"It IS, but such a surprise. They are so big and fat. My nipples as well! I think they must stick out an inch now, at least, and are the size of saucers. Here, look." Julia then reached over to the far side of the couch and produced two clothes pegs. "Watch this."
Julia then daintily peeled the underside of her top up over her nipples, and they, well, words fail me. Each nipple was at least four inches in diameter, despite being hard as rock. She then squeezed her left nipple, then placed the clothespeg on it, front-on. It strained to open up to the required size, but did, her nipple darkening in colour. Julia appeared nonplussed by this action, just biting her lip a little. She then turned her attention to the right nipple, and applied the other peg.
"You see? They are just massive. I couldn't do that before. Feel the tips, go on." She sat up erect and half turned towards me, her big, drooping tits facing me, each nipple tightly squeezed so enticingly by the pegs.
I obliged her and sat up a bit, mostly to move my cock into a less painful position. I pushed each clothespeg around forty-five degrees away from me to expose the tips of her nipples, fighting the urge to lick them. Each nipple reminded me of a small cock, straining with the pressure applied to them. I lightly fingered the tip of each, expecting Julia to moan, but she simply watched, then looked me in the eye.
"They need to be kept under control, they're so big. So do I. Put this on."
I wondered how it came to be that Julia had all her implements so ready to hand, but was in no mind to ask. She had produced a chain, about the same weight as a wallet chain, with clamps on each end. I wasted no time in clamping each massive nipple, letting the chain hang between.
"Now lead me to the bathroom. I can't do it all myself, you know", she chided.
I stood up and looked down at her, my afternoon prize. She loked up at me benignly. I reached down, firmly held the chain, and pulled her up by the nipples, her top hitched up over. I then started to walk with Julia following obediently, briskly tottering on her high heels. I didn't, of course, lead her to the bathroom, but took my time trying to 'find' it, despite having a good idea where it would be. I imagined how fun it would be to lead her down to the shops like this! Instead, I received my gratification by taking her into the kitchen and past some open windows, in the hope of exposing her to some horny neighbour. My good deed for the day.
Finally, I lead her by her nipples to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bath and spread her legs, placing one heel up on the side of the bath. "Look how naughty and unshaved I am!"
Julia then daintily pulled the tiny 'v' of black lycra of her thong to one side, showing the most miniscule amount of pubic hair. She looked at me. "I need a shave." I could only nod my agreement, but was so speechless at such an overt display of the genetalia, so pink and luxurious, of a woman of which I was only a passing acquaintance merely an hour before. "I need to tidy this part up", she asserted, delicately brushing her fine, dark pubic hair, "and then make sure I'm utterly bald down to my anus. But you must secure me to the curtain rail, in case I slip and nick myself, ok?"
I then stood and looked up at the shower curtain rail. It seemed sturdy enough. Had it been reinforced for such a task? Then I noticed another thing, which confirmed my suspicion: a chain, a very similar gauge to the tit-chain that Julia wore, suspended from a steel ring, with a steel clasp on the end. It had been hanging in the folds of the shower curtain.
