I normally don't care what other people do, but I'm getting really sick of this couple behind me!
Lindsay had dealt with enough people that day that her fuse was a little extra short, and the couple making out behind her really wasn't helping. She wished this line would move a little fasterβshe had a lot of cleaning to get done and dinner to make before her husband got homeβbut the girl at the register seemed too interested in getting the guy she was checking out to ask for her number. Her extra low blouse and extra pushy bra kept the guy hooked and kept the line stopped, trapping Lindsay between the flirty girl and the frisky couple.
She didn't know what was worse: the gasps and moans coming from behind, with the occasional shaking of the magazine stand when they bumped into it, or the cashier practically flashing her breasts to the world.
Come on! Keep the line moving! Her boobs aren't even that impressive!
When Lindsay finally got up to pay for her groceries, she took a mental note of the cashier's bosom for later reference.
On the drive home, she couldn't stop thinking about the gasps and moans she heard the whole time she was stuck in line because of the bosomy girl running the register, and that just kept irritating her more. She was almost home where she could forget about the couple and the girl (as soon as she proved to herself that her breasts were more impressive) in her choresβtoo bad she couldn't forget about them by watching a show or playing a game instead.
Lindsay was so absorbed in her thoughts, wondering how long she could get Jake to stare at her breasts like the jerk in front of her did for that stupid girl and if she gasped and moaned that much when they made out, that she didn't notice her husband's car parked in front of their home. She let out a little gasp of her own when she walked in and noticed her chore list was complete.
"Wha...? What is this? Everything is put away, the floors are cleaned, and is that dinner I smell cooking?"
"Not cooking, cooked!" she heard her husband's voice yell from the kitchen. "I just finished the mopping in time to get dinner out of the oven before it burned, so count yourself lucky that we aren't having Jake-style casserole today!"
He always joked about how he burned the food, but the truth was that he was pretty good at getting dinner on the table if not as good as her.
"I thought you were still at work? I was going to get to this as soon as I got home!" she protested.
"I know, but I thought you could use a break. Besides, it's Friday and I decided that I'd rather be with my sexy wife instead of the smelly engineers," he said as he took her groceries from her before coming back to give her a hug and a kiss. "I love you."
Those were the words she needed whispered in her ear all day. That and feeling his strong arms around her made all her problems melt away. She was home.
"I love you, too."
His hands lingered as his body pulled away, going down to her hips, up past her stomach and over her breasts, the sensation causing her heart to skip a beat, before finally pulling away.
Over dinner, he gave her one of his big stupid smirks that he did when she told him about the grinding couple and busty flirt at the store.
"I think you're cute" he laughed.
Cute? Freaking cute! He's no better than that jerk in line in front of me!
She was so lost in thought again that it took her a while to realize that he had been staring at her breasts!
I knew my boobs were better, she thought smugly. I'm only wearing a t-shirt bra and I get the same reaction.
***
"Let's see if we can massage those knots out of your shoulders, eh?" he offered after dinner. Lindsay obliged and moved to the couch where she sat in his lap as his hands started working away at her stress. His touch felt so nice, that she was pretty sure that the knots were disappearing just from him being there rather than him massaging away, but it felt so good she wanted him to keep going. Occasionally a hand would get distracted and wander to her hips and 'happen' to find its way back by crossing over her chest, sometimes lingering for an extra second or two, causing her heart to skip another beat each time he rubbed over her hard nipples. It took everything she had to keep from gasping out loud with every pass.
She was enjoying the backrub enough that she could feel her vagina starting to lubricate and she decided she needed more intimate cuddles right now.
"Find a movie for us to watch. I'm going to go upstairs and take off my pants" she told him.
"Want some help?" he said with a wink and a smile.
"Ha ha no," maybe... "You find us a show and I'll be back down in a bit" she chimed. Her mood had improved a lot since she got home.