Author's note: special thanks to editor EditingAlix for helping me get this story to a state worthy of being published on Literotica.
I first met Candalyn at a church outing for college newlyweds. She liked to talk and was very approachable. She didn't wear high heels, no red lipstick, and didn't need large curls in her hair. Instead, she wore a nice pencil skirt, white blouse, and just a touch of make-up. The words plain and pretty seemed to fit her well. On top of that, she always made my wife Wendy and I feel at ease in conversations. I never felt judged or looked down upon when talking to Candalyn and her husband Dave.
We invited them over to our apartment one evening to play cards. She dressed plainly and prettily as always but tonight with a little twist. Her top was a deeper cut than she would ever wear at church, her hair was down and straightened, and she either didn't wear a bra or she was wearing a soft one. Sitting at a small card table close to her for an hour, I couldn't help but admire her voluptuous breasts. Her cleavage dropped just below where I imagined her nipple would be. Her breasts looked to be a solid C cup. I enjoyed the view and if she noticed me looking, she didn't make any mention of it. Being a newlywed at the time, I didn't take it any further than that.
We didn't hang out with Dave and Candalyn much besides that one summer evening due to conflicting schedules. She worked nights, he had school, and Wendy and I had similar time conflicts.
One day at church shortly after we announced that we were moving to a different county, I saw a lady wearing a red fitted dress and heels walking up to talk to our pastor. I sat in the pew watching her smooth the dress down over her thighs as she talked to him on the stand. She reached up to give him a donation envelope and the tight garment lifted and caught perfectly on her tight round ass. When she turned around, I was blown away to realize it was Candalyn. As she walked back to Dave, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I never knew a dress could do so much, but it really made her stand out. About halfway to her pew, she caught my gaze and looked right at me. I should have diverted my eyes, but I was like a deer in the headlights. She waved but I didn't flinch.
At her pew, she waved again and said, "Hi, Trent!"
This time I snapped out of it, waved back and forced out a "Hey!" in return.
Fast forward ten years. Both Dave's and my family had expanded and moved out of, and then back into the state. One day Dave posted a message on Facebook to see if any of his friends could show him the ropes on hunting birds. I was surprised to see he was now back in the state and only lived twenty minutes away. Being an avid bird hunter myself, we connected with a phone call and went on a few hunting and fishing trips, becoming good friends - better friends than we had ever been in the newlywed church group ten years ago.
One evening they invited us over for dinner at their house. We had a great time catching up on how the past ten years had been, what adventures we had had while apart, and why we were living back in the state. He had a job working for the city managing landscape and she mainly watched the kids but did nails on the side. Being this close to Candalyn again made me realize how the years had treated her breasts. She was now a solid D or maybe even DD cup and was again wearing a deep cut blouse a size too small for her bust.
At some point, I went to the bathroom at the end of their very narrow hall. Candalyn came out of one of the rooms and we crossed paths as I stepped over a Lego bucket. I inadvertently brushed my hand over her blouse and grazed some of her bare exposed cleavage. The touch lasted less than a second, but I felt a shock go through my system. Her skin was unbelievably soft and supple, and the curve of her cleavage skimmed my fingertip. Nevertheless, completely red-faced, I apologized profusely. It was an accident on my part. I would never reach for her breasts without permission. Candalyn, instead of being awkward about the situation, just laughed it off and said it was no big deal.
When I came back to the table to chat, she had told the others about this experience and playfully teased me about it in front of the group for the rest of the evening. I couldn't complain. I felt no guilt about what had happened, it was exciting. After we came home that night, I started thinking about the potential oddness of that encounter.
Why were her breasts turned facing the wall instead of the direction she was walking in? Why did we pass right at the only obstacle (Lego bucket) in the hall? Was it an accident on her part? Was it intentional?
The following summer Dave and I had upgraded our camping equipment to include two new bunkhouse trailers big enough to hold all our families and comfortable enough to keep our wives happy. We decided to start the summer with a weekend camping trip. The first night the weather turned cold, and we woke up to an inch of snow on the ground -- typical Rocky Mountain weather!. So, we spent the day in trailers playing games and eating meals.
In the afternoon, we watched a movie in our trailer while the kids played games in theirs. Candalyn and Dave snuggled on the couch while Wendy and I did the same. Dave couldn't seem to sit still and cuddle Candalyn.
He got up every five minutes to go pee, check on something, look around, so often that Candalyn told him off, "Look at Trent and Wendy, they know how to snuggle!"
Dave then apologized and resumed cuddling her but could only handle maybe ten minutes before he got up again.
Exasperated, Candalyn looked at how my arms were cradling Wendy's torso just under her breasts. Turning to Dave, she huffed, "If you snuggled me the way Trent does Wendy, you'd get laid a lot more often!"
From talking to Dave on previous hunting trips, he felt like they had sex a lot. It made me wonder if Candalyn might be a sex addict like me...
Later that night, Dave and Candalyn were in charge of dinner. Seeing Dave alone at the grill, I went over and offered my help peeling potatoes and dicing up vegetables, while he cut up the chicken . He put it on the grill and remembered that the tongs were in his trailer. Since my hands were relatively clean, he asked if I wouldn't mind getting them for him.
I went into their trailer's kitchen to look for them. As I opened a drawer, I heard the bathroom door behind me open. I looked over and saw Candalyn with only a towel around her, having just come out of the shower. She was halfway through braiding her hair. She had already pulled half of it into a tight braid, which fell across one shoulder. As I entered, Candalyn was plaiting the other half, checking in the mirror. She was radiant. As the water trickled from her wet hair down her neck and into her towel, I could feel a little cum drip forming on the tip of my shaft.
She saw me and said, "Hey, Trent, how's it going? I'm just trying to get some steam out of here so I can use this tiny mirror. Do you need something?"
