Sara was a 20 year old bottle blond, she was my son's ex girlfriend but as they had been together for so long they were still friends and Sara and my wife used to go on shopping trips together or out clubbing which meant she spent quite a lot of time in my house.
Although she was a bit dim I had always liked Sara, maybe because she had the most wonderful 40dd tits, when she came back from shopping trips she would often try on her new clothes and on one occasion having bought a boob tube and a new pair of shoes walked into the living room to show us, the tube was so tight it could barely hold those huge tits in, then she committed the cardinal sin and bent down to do up the shoes, when she stood up one of her nipples was just peeking over the top of the tube, she tucked it back in not even thinking anyone had seen it, wrong!
Sometimes she would come round late in the evening a little drunk and a bit chatty, I got the impression she just didn't want to go home so now and again if my younger son was away we would let her sleep in his bedroom.
One night about 11pm there was a knock on the door and it was Sara slightly drunk as usual, even though my wife had gone away for a week with the kids I let her in, it seemed natural, she was a member of the family by now.
She was wearing a very short skirt and that boob tube it entered my head that maybe it wasn't a good idea to let her in but it was too late now, I showed her in to the living room where she sat on the settee, I sat opposite her in a chair, she lounged on the settee with her feet on the floor and started saying about her evening and how some guy had tried to grope her boobs while in the nightclub.
"I wouldn't have minded but I didn't even know him." she said.
I couldn't help it "So if you knew him you would have let him fondle you." I stated with a smile.
She looked up at me and realised what she had said "No I didn't mean that." she said, and laughed "Oh you, you know what I meant."
"Yes." I said, "But lets be honest it can't be the first time a guy has tried to grope your… well." and I pointed at her ample bosom.
Her hands came up to cover them but she only managed to push them up and over the top of the boob tube "Why do they always have to be like that though?" she asked.
"Look Sara," I said, "If you ask me a question you know you will get an honest and maybe blunt answer, so don't ask unless your ready for the truth ok." I said
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"If you really want to know why guy's are like that I will tell you but you have to know I can be overly honest at times, you know me well enough by now to know I will tell you the truth." I said.
"Go on then," she said, "tell me."
"Me and my big mouth." I said, "Look Sara you have a lovely set of boobs and guy's just cant control the urge to find out if they are real or not, the younger the guy the more of an animal."
She went red and looking down to her chest saying, "Well boys are always saying how nice they are but that's just boy's, it's always been like that."
"Well I am not a boy and I have to agree with them." I said.
She folded her arms under her tits, again lifting them up and said, "Michael always said I should send a picture off to page 3 but I thought he was joking."
I laughed and said, "I think you would definitely get published."
Although she was embarrassed my comment seemed to grab her interest "Really, do you think so?" she asked, as she raised her legs onto the settee giving me a clear view of white panties
"Yes I do, do you have any photo's." I asked "Or know anyone who could take some for you, someone you trust."
"No! The only pictures I have are holiday snaps some in bikini would they do." she said a little shyly.
"Well let's be honest Sara page 3 is a topless page, so the first question they will ask is have you ever posed topless, I don't think jeans and t shirt or even bikini would do it, do you?" I asked
"No!" she replied a little deflated, "I suppose not."
"Would you pose for a photographer if you knew the photo's could make you famous?" I asked
She thought for a moment and said, "Probably, I don't know though I don't even know a photographer."
"Well it really just needs to be someone you know who has a good camera and some idea of posing." I suggested, "Don't you know anyone?"
"Well, maybe." she said and went quiet
I got up and grabbed a couple more beer's, I handed one to her and could see that she was thinking things through.
"What would the photographer need then?" she asked "Would it have to be a studio?"
I laughed and said, "No not these days anyone with a room, some idea of photography and a digital camera could it."
"Like you." she said.
"What!" I cried, as I jumped up out of my seat "Meeee."