At their revealing, I gasped at the unexpected. I looking up at Lois as her mouth was beginning to form words, quickly I placed a hand over it and shushed her. Her breasts were unique to say the least. They were not SNL "big American breasts" by any stretch of the imagination. But neither were they training bra sized breasts which I had encountered on honeymoon night. "Sheikah" I breathed out loud.
Years before I had met a Jewish woman from Turkey whose name was, Sheikah. Not a terribly attractive woman physically. She was, however, quite brilliant in physics and genetics. I always enjoyed her company when she poked her head into my office inquiring if I was busy. She was short with what I would term as a generously thick body. She had unkept wiry hair which was always quite fitting for her mad scientist motif. She had a very Jewish nose and teeth that was in dire need of both cleaning and straightening. But she was jovial, enthusiastic and talked to us lowly technicians as if we were her favorite group of people at the lab.
Sheikah, who always dressed in drab, dowdy dresses, once granted me an unguarded view when she leaned over to pickup a pen that she had inadvertently knocked off the desk. Rising her head up before normally raising herself back up in the chair, she caught me looking down her loose fitting dress top. She smiled at me and then asked me if I knew what her name meant. Of course I stammered and confessed I did not. With a mischievous smile she leaned in closer to me and whispered to me, "twin glories!" She then winked at me. A minimizer would never have worked on her for her breasts were, indeed, two gloriously huge mountain tops.
Lois's breasts were no such thing size wise, not like Sheikah's who's left breast would have escaped me even if held with both hands. Lois' breasts, however, were different in that there was little to no sag to them. They were decidedly conical and standing quite apart from one another like two oversized ice cream cones pasted on her narrow, slender torso. At the tips of each were acorn like nipples, dark auburn in color. One could almost describe them as oversized milk chocolate candy kisses. I could see why she was about to comment on them as I had stood there gawking at them at their initial revealing.
Without hesitation, I caressed one while I inhaled the other. The experience of having such glories in my mouth was without experiential equal. Once again, Lois placed her hand behind my head as she sighed a deep breath and gently nudged me in against her chest. Though not completely, I was able to manage just about the entirety of her right breast into my mouth. But it was the nipples that I wanted to suck on. They were rubbery in texture and not resistant at all to me gnawing on them gently with my teeth. There was no ordinary pea sized extensions to them. Her nipples were the entire auburn acorn glued on the end of each erect breast.
While enjoying myself, Lois slowly changed the direction of my head, gently pushing me down between her legs. I removed my glasses and set them beside her. Mostly blind without them close up, my mouth had to inform my brain what she had in store for me in the neither regions. The g-string fabric was nylon mesh. The wetness of my mouth easily penetrated it as I slobbered down across it like salivating Jabba the Hutt. A single string proceeded from the tiny white triangle down between her legs. Quickly and easily my tongue was able to push it in between her two sizable labia; inner labia that soon dangled freely to either side of that nylon string. I must have done something right as Lois reached down and tugged hard enough on the garment to separate the tiny triangle from the string. Her other hand drove me back in-between her wide spread legs.
As with me, it didn't take long before Lois's legs began to quiver and she began to shout out to god. Sucking on each lip individually before vacuuming them both into my mouth, I gleefully chewed on their length while seeking to stretch them ever further and further outward away from her apex. That was about the time when her legs would at time draw closed on my head while her hand continued to force me deeper into her itch. Slithering its way northward between the compressed lips till finally reaching her small, erect clit, my tongue struck pay dirt. There was no mistaking it for what it was. A small hood of flesh surrounded it. Tugging on her little landing strip of pubic hair, Lois raised her clit to attention for my tongue to flicker to and fro over and over again.
I didn't see it evolving so quickly. Without warning, Lois's legs clamped tightly around my head as her whole body began to shake and convulse. Something of a sadist, my tongue continued in its torment of her clit. "Stop! Stop!" Lois demanded without relaxing her legs as they continued to crush my head and her hand driving me deeper and deeper into her climax. Suddenly all life left her as she relaxed and slid down, exhausted, on the counter top, leaving her legs and buttocks to dangle precariously over the edge. Gasping for air she demanded me, "Wait. Just wait. Let me catch my breath," as her body's after shocks continued to quiver.
I never much cared for the woman who's orgasm went unrecognized. No man ever gained any sense of accomplishment when having to ask, "Did you come yet?" I could divine that sort of question never having to be asked of Lois. And I loved her all the more for it.
Eventually we made it into the shower. I had to help Lois as her laughed at her rubbery legs, all the while incessant in her thanking me for making them that way. We enjoyed playing drop the soap as we lathered each other beyond the necessary. Rinsing off, with the water still running, Lois went back down on me.
I always thought of my manhood being at best, no more than average in length and girth. Usually I estimated myself on the short side of average. That was until a couple of my own sex-with-strangers experiences. There I was surprisingly complimented as to having the perfect sized cock. Not too big. Not too short. They had stated. Seven inches long and acceptably thick, it seemed to be just right for Lois as well. For she did her best to deep throat its entirety. Gaging a couple of times, she ended me off by rapidly stroking me while she sucked and licked the head. I sang my own praises to god when she took my entire load into her mouth, swallowing it without so much as a whisper of complaint. Rather, with hungered slurping, she continued to suck and lick it even after the greater part of my erection had left me.
Lois raced upstairs after I toweled her off, retrieving something to wear for herself before retrieving my gym bag from the car so that I might put on a fresh pair of shorts underneath my polo shirt. With eggs stains and bruschetta crumbs left on our plates, she walked me to the front door. Her eyes told me the whole story as she grabbed hold of my unbuttoned v-neck and pulled me down into her kiss. "We need to do this again," she offered me. "Now go, before Meagan comes home. I returned the favor. Gently cradling her face in my hands, I kissed her with eyes closed once again, only longer and deeper. "Definitely," I answered her plea. "Most definitely."
As I drove down the street before having to turn around and head back out the front gate, a school bus stopped all traffic in or out. There I spotted Meagan carrying her books. There Meagan spotted me as I pulled on out and headed my way home. I wondered what thoughts were racing through her head when she got home and found two dirty plates sitting on top of the kitchen counter.
