"I'm coming."
The young female voice I knew so well was more excited than I'd heard in years. Molly had called to tell me she was coming to visit us in the Chicago suburbs, all the way from London where she had worked as a junior in my department four years previously.
"I'll be there in less than a month. I can't wait." It was great to hear her youthful excitement and just a little strange to feel that tingle she always managed to provide between my legs.
Not that there had ever been anything between us, romantically or sexually. Molly was ten years younger than me, nineteen at the time we worked together and I was well on my way to the marriage and two small children I have now. We kept in touch by e-mail when we went our separate ways but back when we saw each other every day I always felt like her big brother. I was a mentor, someone she talked to over lunch and coffee—someone who would have screwed her brains out given half a chance.
You see, Molly was blessed with the prettiest face, framed by wonderfully bushy auburn hair, which always seemed to be able to find a smile. At 5' 4" and not exactly Kate Moss, you could argue that maybe she was a pound or two heavy. However, my personal argument was that most of her excess weight was exactly where it should be—on her fantastic chest. Oh the hours I've spent wondering what it would feel like to wrap my hands around those fantastically shaped and upright boobs.
Strange as it might seem, I'm not really a breasts man. But Molly's were undeniable. Big, round and fantasy-inducing like no pair I've ever seen before or since. And now she was coming to stay with us. No wonder that familiar tingle was there.
*****
For most of the week of her visit we dined out in the evenings and during the days Molly either took the train into Chicago to sightsee or accompanied my family on local shopping trips. My wife was grateful for the relief of having someone around who could spend time with the children and Molly seemed happy just to be able to take it easy in the Midwest summer. As the week wore on she happily spent a lot of time on our wooden deck, soaking up the sun and no visit could ever have been more innocent.
Finally tired of eating out, we planned a backyard barbeque for the Friday evening. My afternoon also contained some interesting unplanned activity.
I nearly always leave work early on Fridays, a nice little perk for me after a tough week. That particular afternoon I arrived home shortly before 2:00 pm, noting that our van wasn't in the garage as I pulled in, not that the missing van was unusual. I wasn't expecting Molly to be at home either but after I pulled a beer from the refrigerator and strolled over to the patio doors a sight for the sorest eyes struck me.
Molly was sunbathing face down on a lounger in a tiny green bikini that had the top untied, the ends dangling at the sides of the lounger and more of her figure available to my gaze than ever before. My imagination had never done her body justice all those days I used to wonder what was beneath those shirts and sweaters she wore back in England. Molly looked wonderful, inviting, her skin tanning nicely and the sensual curves of her shoulders, hips and thighs just begged to be touched. I stood looking for a full five minutes through the mesh curtain, just in case she might turn over and leave a nipple uncovered for me. Wishful thinking maybe, but in those blissful moments I also enjoyed the warm feelings of a growing erection.
Eventually I adjusted my swelling, slid open the door and walked out into the blazing sunshine beating down on the deck. "Hi Molly."
"Oh, hi." Unfortunately she was perfectly composed as she reached to her sides and deftly tied her bikini top back together. "You just missed them. They went off swimming. I thought I'd just stay here and get myself a little more color before I head back to the useless English summer. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," I smiled and took a pull on my beer, "relax. You're at home. Anyway, if you ask me you improve the view."
Molly smiled. We'd flirted before, as friends do, but we both knew it was never serious. Yeah, all it would take is the first opportunity, and then it would be serious for me... real serious.
I got her a beer from the house and we shared some small talk for a while until she decided she'd had enough sun and should get dressed. I followed her upstairs, anxious to change into some shorts myself but forgetting all about them as I made the best of a close up view of Molly's beautiful bottom, covered only by the bikini, as she stepped sensuously ahead of me. The thought of her being close enough to reach out and grab a handful of that beckoning flesh made me smile. That I managed to restrain myself showed incredible self-control.
*****
There are moments when fate is your best friend.
Molly came out of the family bathroom, fresh from her shower, moments before I came out of my bedroom, freshly casual. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but something did. It took me a few seconds to realize she had dropped her towel and was stooping to pick it up when I stepped out of the bedroom. Slightly startled by the noise or the movement, she stood upright and faced me, those wonderful breasts in full view for a few tantalizing seconds while the towel was retrieved.
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I dropped..." she scrambled to cover herself up.
I smiled and gulped, not immediately sure what else I could do. "Hey, don't worry. It's not like they're awful to look at." I tried to put her back at ease. "Truth be told, I've wondered what they looked like for years." I'm not sure where the words came from, I just said them
It was one of those timeless moments. She could have grinned in embarrassment and run off to the bedroom, but she stood there, obviously weighing up her next action carefully. I stood before her and felt the tension rise quickly between us before she moved. Then, slowly, she let the towel drop away from her figure again.
