Is a looker. I have known them both for years. Long enough we can all sit and talk about nothing, share old stories, and banter for hours. I stay with them whenever I happen to be back in the old stomping grounds. They are great people.
She is five foot ten, probably one-sixty-ish. She is not a small lady but she has all the right curves. She is an active woman owning a muscular, defined set legs supporting a set of hips you just want to grab hold of. A thin midsection leads to a set of glorious tits. I have no idea what size they are but they must be 36C, maybe D. They are always supported by a Wonderbra and she keeps them high, slightly separated, with just even showing to make you stare. There rounded tops divided by a soft canyon hiding delicious nipples. But more about them later.
Her dark hair is cut short; hanging just to the shoulder with a slight inward curl. It frames a round face with deep dark blue eyes. A set of high cheekbones extends a smile across her face. Full lush lips give her mouth an inviting look, a look which makes every man wonder what they would look like wrapped around their cock. It doesn't help she is meticulous about her appearance and loves ruby red lipstick.
But back to her tits. I have tried to see them. Yes I have tried but she keeps them under guard. Even her bathing suits are padded and supportive. When they were married in Mexico she padded around the hotel pool in a Bikini. It held up her tits, perfectly placed, and only showing what she allowed. Even stretched out on a lounge chair no nipples. I was forced to imagine them; smarties, probably light brown, and begging to be suckled and nuzzled.
The suit did show off her awesome ass and grab me hips. I had to be careful not to get catch ogling as she pulled the fabric out of ass or adjusted her tits. I spent lots of time in the pool nursing a raging boner.
The site of her lounging on her back; tits in the air, gentle crease of pussy lips, and the sight of a stray cunt hair poking out, gave me spank material for a month.
Sadly she is my friend and my friend's wife. Off limits!
Or so I thought.
I was stuck in the city on business, over a weekend with nothing to do. My flight home had been delayed due to the weather and then canceled due to worse weather. Finally when I thought it leave the airport shut down. Seems airplanes can't fly in blizzards, who knew?
So there I was hanging out in the big city with nothing to do but hide from a blizzard and watch my week long hunting trip vanish in the snow. I was supposed to be landing right now, grabbing my gear and heading out on an ice fishing trip. Well maybe the guys would wait; right and maybe the closet in my hotel room is really a teleporter.
At least the hotel room was nice. I ended up with a suite. King size bed, balcony, and an ocean view you couldn't see. The airport closure had left a room shortage and I received the free upgrade.
What to do? It is only five o'clock and I am bored. I fire up the internet and check the email, send some notices about being stuck, check the news, confirm the horrid weather, and log into crack-book.
Up comes my profile and what do I see, those wonder tits are stuck here in same blizzard, in the same city.
Profile reads: Flight canceled due to the weather, can't find a place to stay. Hotels all full. Send from my mobile device.
Well only one option here. I grab my cell and punch in her number. Ringing, Ringing, Ringing;
"Hey, hows things?"
"Well sitting in a king size hotel room bed watching my weekend plans disappear with a blizzard. Hear you are looking for a place to stay?" I try and keep my voice calm, don't want to sound too excited.
Insert invitation "Why don't you come and share my room with me? I'm hanging my hat at the Regent on Main. Have you had dinner yet?"
She pauses before answering me; weighting options "Sure, let me grab a cab and will see you in a few. Dinner sounds great I'm starving."
Next thing you know she is knocking at the door. She enters, dragging a small carry-on and tote bag. Dressed in a tight pair of jeans and blouse, her tits perfect as always.
"Thanks. I was starting to think I would have to sleep at the airport." She said.
"No problem, like I wouldn't share. Let's go get some dinner."
Down to the restaurant. As we share dinner, swapping stories, laughing at old stories. She regales me tales of her husband and our mutual friends I haven't seen in a while. The whole time I try to maintain eye contact with those tits right across the table.
We end up sitting in the restaurant for a couple hours; dinner, dessert, and coffee. I grab the bill;
"My treat. I make more than you anyway." I offer.
