The Lovely Enhancements

All characters are consenting adults. Occasionally they may be based on real people, in past experiences. But it's probably all fiction, maybe.

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The Lovely Enhancements

My friend, Mandy, and I had been consulting for a non-profit for about three months. Our backgrounds in Engineering and Business were a good match for the organization's desire to create a new online tool to help drive fundraising activities. Over the course of several working sessions, we had roughed out the infrastructure, design language and storage solution to keep everything safe and private, while being intuitive to use.

We had just presented our vision for the tool at a board of directors meeting, and the response had been very supportive. So, to celebrate, Mandy and I had decided to go out for a drink. We also invited Julie, one the directors, to join us, since she was responsible for recruiting us to the project.

It was early evening when we arrived at what turned out to be a neighborhood dive bar with a dreary atmosphere, and matching selection of songs in the jukebox. Apparently Julie had been here before. Though it looked bad, the place was actually catering to that atmosphere. The drinks were reasonably priced, and the food was good. The owner had hoped to keep his little hole in the wall under the radar of the hip crowd, and was achieving that goal in spades.

We ordered a round of drinks and a plater of mixed appetizers and sat in a booth at the back of the bar. It was away from regular traffic, including the restrooms. The bartender had warned us his waitress had called in sick, so we were on our own to fetch drinks from the bar.

We worked our way through a couple rounds of drinks, covering a wide variety of subjects ranging from the non-profit's history, to local community events, and briefly, politics. That subject seemed to be spoiling the mood so I decided to make a restroom visit.

As I got to my feet, I noted a slight instability in my balance. Time to switch to water, I thought, knowing the alcohol would continue to affect me for a while.

"Hey, pick up another round on the way back," said Mandy.

I looked back over my shoulder, partially turning.

"Same choices?" I asked.

Mandy and Julie both spoke their agreements together in tangled responses.

Finished in the restroom, I went to see the bartender.

"Another round, please, but this time, can you add waters, too?" I requested.

The bartender nodded, putting down the glass he had been drying. He got to work lining up small glasses on the bar and preparing drinks.

"It's quiet in here this evening," I said, glancing around and seeing a handful of people, mostly watching a basketball game on the TV, and making small talk.

"Yes," replied the bartender. "Tuesday night is our slowest. Say, how did you land yourself a date with two women tonight?"

"Date? It's hardly a date. We're just celebrating a project milestone," I said.

"Ok," said the bartender. "You're still in the presence of two lovely ladies, so it can't be all that bad."

Was this guy angling for a good tip? I thought.

"Yeah, at least I've got that going for me," I replied.

The bartender continued to work in silence and soon had the six drinks ready. He placed them all on a tray.

"You ok to carry this, or would you like me to?" he asked.

"I have it, thanks. Please add those to my tab," I said in reply.

I picked up the tray and walked back towards the table. I noticed Mandy and Julie were sitting pretty close together, almost conspiratorial. They were now on one side of the booth, where previously Mandy had been sitting by me. They were so intent on their conversation then never noticed me approach.

I cleared my throat and said, "your drinks have arrived ladies."

They both slowly looked towards me, with devious looks on their faces. Mandy was smiling slyly.

As I placed the drinks on the table, I asked, "what's all the discussion now?" I was suspicious of the change in mood.

"Enhancements," said Mandy.

Julie elbowed her on the shoulder.

"Shhhh," said Julie, giggling.

I pretended to look around the area, then back at the women.

"Hmm, something has changed since I left. You two look like the devil's in both of you," I said.

"Wouldn't you like to know," said Mandy, before finishing her old drink.

I sat on my side of the booth noting how narrow it was. My feet ended up between each of the women's, as I tried not to step onto theirs.

Julie replied, "we were talking about enhancements. Breast enhancements."

"Oh," I said with interest. "How did that come up?"

Mandy and Julie looked at each other, confused.

"Hmm," said Mandy, "I'm not sure, but it did."

They looked back at me, smiling.

"What?" I said.

Julie asked, "what do you think of breast enhancements?"

Ok, the alcohol had definitely lowered her inhibitions towards naughty topics.

I had a fair number of partners over the years, but had never considered whether they had breast implants. I wondered if I would known, had I been interested.

"I guess I'm a little on the fence about them. I wish women didn't feel the need to enhance themselves, just to attract men. At the same time, I do like a nice looking set of breasts," being a little too forthcoming with my response. Alcohol for the win!

Mandy and Julie looked at each other again. There was something going on.

"Ok, then," said Mandy, "do you think either of us has implants?"

I had been about to take a drink, but I paused holding the glass up off the table. I looked back and forth between their faces, neither giving any indication. I placed the glass back down.

"Are you suggesting I stare at your breasts and then guess if either of you... Wait what are we doing?" I said, confused as to where this was going.

Julie laughed, "Oh don't be so shy, Dale. I saw you looking at me in the meeting earlier. Your eyes lingered."

I squinted at her, but agreed.

"Guilty," I said.

"And I've noticed you checking me out over the years, too, Dale," added Mandy. "I think you've taken some time to evaluate us both. So what's your answer?"

Now I did pick up my cocktail and took a long drink before placing it back down.

"Well, to be honest, I've never really thought of boobs in that manner before," I said. "I'm not sure I could guess accurately. I mean, you both have, um..." I searched for a proper descriptive, "ah, common sized breasts, right? Not very large, and not those small A-cup sizes."

"You think our boobs are common?" teased Mandy, in a playful manner.

"Hmph," said Julie, folding her arms, mocking a hurtful look.

Clearly they were having fun at my expense, but I was up for the challenge.

"Well you tell me, I said. You've spent time in locker rooms. Are most women around your size, or larger or smaller? My point is, I can't tell just by looking. I mean, some of those huge boob jobs women get are pretty obvious, but I couldn't tell just looking at you. You're both dressed nice, and probably wearing nice bras who themselves could enhance the look. How's a guy to know?"

"I'll give you that," said Mandy. "Some bras do have padding that enhance the look."

"So how would you tell, then? Would you have to see them naked to know?" suggested Julie.

What was she getting at? Were they going to flash me? This isn't the time to switch to water, I decided.

I considered her question.

"Maybe. There could be scars, or they could defy gravity in some way that makes it obvious. It would be a better measure, though."

"Do you want to see our boobs," asked Mandy?

I cleared my throat again, and said, "well, if you want me to answer honestly, that could be a step in the right direction." Time for another pull from my drink.

Julie casually started to unbutton her shirt. It was an off-white silk blouse that was rather form-fitting. Slowly she started to reveal a black lace bra. Undoing the bottom button, she let the shirt hang there, open.

"Oh," I said softly, in anticipation. If this was a tease, she would button her shirt now.

Julie pulled her shirt wide apart, tucking the folds of material to the sides.

I stared at her breasts. They looked very full and shapely in the bra. I also noted several tattoos, one extending from her shoulder, down under the bra's fabric.

My gaze drifted up to her eyes. She was staring at me, smiling.

"Nice tats," I said.

"Thank-you," she replied. "I have a few, some in very private places," she teased.

I was startled to feel a shoeless toe against the inside of my shin. I looked at both women, but neither appeared to have sunk lower in her seat to reach out with a leg.

Between the view of Julie's chest, and now the foot lightly rubbing my leg, my erection was growing rapidly.

"Would you like to see more?" asked Julie.

I squeaked out a "yes."

Julie moved her hands to lift her bra, but Mandy stopped her.

"Wait, let's take this one step at a time," she said to Julie.

Mandy grasped the hem of her sweater and slowly lifted it. It naturally folded over on itself, so she rolled it until it stayed in place above her bra, across her upper chest. She wore a white bra. It looked like a padded Victoria Secrets style. Padded or not, her nipples were pushing forward through it.

The foot continued to rub up and down my leg, slowly, never quite getting to my knee.

My mouth was watering, looking at two barely clothed sets of breasts, mere feet away. The fact that we were in public only ramped up the excitement for me. I took a drink of water.

"How about now," said Mandy. "Would you like to guess?"

I slowly shook my head "no." I wanted this to continue, and would have said no even if it had been obvious to me, at this point.

Mandy looked at Julie. "May I?" she asked.

Julie looked at her, then understood and nodded.

Mandy reached over and grasped the bottom of Julie's bra's cups. She pushed them up and pulled away slightly, briefly lifting Julie's breasts before allowing them to drop below. The placement of her hands still blocked my view, but I knew the glory was nearly upon me. To my surprise, Mandy didn't take her hands away. Instead she cupped and squeezed both of Julie's breasts, and then squeezed and pulled on her nipples. This forced a pleasurable gasp from Julie.

Holy crap, I thought. That just happened.

Mandy sat back, revealing Julie's breasts to me. Her breasts had a full natural shape, with small, brownish nipples about the size of pencil erasers. Her skin color was olive, and it was everything I could do to not reach out and fondle them.

"Well?" asked Julie?

I still couldn't tell. There were no scars I could see. I did see how that tattoo traced down her breast, almost to the right nipple. It was a flowing pattern that looked like a flowering vine. It was a sensual addition to a beautiful body.

The toe continued to rub up and down my leg, slowly.

"I'm still not sure," I admitted.

"Ok," said Julie.

"My turn," said Mandy. She smiled at Julie who took the hint.

Julie reached over as Mandy had and slowly lifted the bra. Mandy's breasts first pushed up, then dropped out below the bra. Julie took a moment to fondle Mandy's breasts, and finished by pinching and pulling at Mandy's nipples. Mandy closed her eyes and moaned.

Julie let go and sat back. Mandy's beautiful breasts now took my attention. They also were full, though not quite as large as Julie's. Large, pink areoles were centered with nipples twice the size of Julie's. Her creamy white skin was unblemished, and I saw no scars.

I looked left and right, back and forth between these amazing pairs of breasts, and still I saw no indication.

I looked up and both women waited for my response.

I shrugged. "Sorry, I still have no idea. You both have amazing breasts, though."

"I think Dale needs some more help," suggested Mandy, her voice low and seductive.

"Whatever could we do to help him?" asked Julie.

Suddenly both Mandy and Julie covered up. They were looking beyond me. It was dark in our booth area due to the weird placement of the lights back here, but someone didn't have to get too close before they could see us. I heard shambling footfalls as someone moved in our direction. I made a half-turn expecting to see the bartender. Instead I saw an older guy, looking a little disheveled. He had stopped a couple of booths away and looked around.

Mumbling to himself he said, "where did the damn dart board go?"

He looked around and noticed us.

"Hey," he said raising his voice a little. "What happened to the dart board that was back here?"

I looked at Julie, but she just shrugged. I looked back towards the patron.

"No idea, man. It's my first time here." I called to him. I really didn't want him to come closer. Surely he would see the women's clothing were in a state.

"Maybe ask, ah, what's-his-name, behind the bar. It's his place," I suggested loudly.

The guy slowly turned away, nodding and shambled back towards the bar. I watched him until he turned and was out of sight.

I turned back towards the women again, and winked.

"Crisis averted," I said. "Now where were we?" I asked hoping the old guy hadn't completely killed the mood.

The toe returned to my leg, but this time it pushed onto the seat to rub the inside of my thigh. I tried to keep cool.

I still had no idea whose foot it was. It could be Mandy's right, or Julie's left, but neither appeared to be sitting any way other than normal.

"I think," started Mandy, "this table has too many plates and glasses on it. Dale, would you be a dear and clean away some of these dishes?"

The foot disappeared, sliding back. Hmm, maybe it was Mandy's, I thought.

"Ah sure," I said. I quickly stacked the dirty dishes on top of each other, than stacked the empty glasses together. When I went to slide out, however, I remembered pants were probably tented. It gave me a brief pause. These ladies were playing a game and I was all in.

I picked up the dishes in each hand and slid sideways out of the booth. I quickly turned and placed the items on the booth table behind us. Then, I reversed course, trying to play the shy type, and concealing the excitement in my pants.

Julie and Mandy each were drinking from their glasses, their third drinks nearly gone.

Julie smiled slyly, "should we review?" She pulled her shirt apart again. Mandy rolled up her sweater again.

I gazed upon two beautiful pairs of breasts. But as I looked longingly at them, I noticed traces of red skin under their pulled-up bras.

"Is that uncomfortable?" I asked. "It looks uncomfortable."

"Actually," replied Mandy, "it is."

Mandy leaned forward, reached behind her, and undid the bra's clasp. It hung loosely from her shoulders. Then she expertly pulled her arms out of the straps, but managed to keep her sweater on. I always thought that was a cool trick when I saw it. Usually it wasn't with the breasts exposed; the whole point was to keep them covered and take off the bra.

"Good idea," said Julie, and she removed her bra, too.

They both put their bras on the table in front of me. I reached out and touch the bras. They were warm, and smelled faintly of perfume. Feeling them felt very sexy.

The foot slid between my legs again, but now pressed forward. It lightly rested against my crotch.

"I'm going to have to touch them, I guess," I suggested, since visually I had no indications to work from.

"That's too easy," said Julie.

"Yeah," agreed Mandy. "You'll have to do better."

I thought about things I'd heard in the past about boob jobs and how they acted afterward. The firmness to the hand was what I had heard most. But there was something else.

"Oh, I know. I heard that when you lie down, the boobs don't really lie flat, they stay, um, inflated?" I recalled.

Julie and Mandy looked at each other, then they put their heads together and started whispering. While they were doing that, I noticed Mandy was fondling one of Julie's breasts. Her thumb was pressing on her nipple while she squeezed the breast a little. When they finished whispering, she let go as Julie turned forward.

Julie moved sideways and out off the bench while Mandy put all our glasses against the wall at the end of the table. Julie, started to climb up onto the table, paused briefly to look towards the front of the bar, then crawled all the way up. She laid on her side then rolled onto her back.

Her breasts settled a little, but still looked fairly full, only wider. They were now closer than ever, and it was making me crazy. She made for such a tempting tease, but I wasn't going to touch her unless invited.

The foot pressed more firmly against my crouch now. It was obviously Mandy, and she had on that sly smile again. I looked from Julie to her as she pressed her toes against my swollen cock. She was definitely enjoying herself, and it felt very naughty for her foot to be there in public. I loved it. I reached under the table and ran my hand along the top of her stocking, stroking her foot and lower leg. She responded by rubbing her toes long the shaft of my cock, through my pants.

Julie spoke quietly, "I've changed my mind, Dale. I want you to touch them. Touch me, but not with your hand. You may only use your lips."

Without hesitation, I leaned forward. Just before my lips touched Julie's skin, I paused to breathe in the scent of her perfume. It was very nice, floral, but not overpowering. Then I let my lips touch the skin on her abdomen. I kissed her lightly. Her skin was warm, and soft. It moved up and down with her breathing, in a slow tempo.

I moved a little higher towards her chest and kissed her again. Julie made a soft, almost imperceptible moan. Moving higher, my next kiss was on her breast. Julie purred encouragement. I kissed her again, almost on her nipple. I made a series of short kisses adjacent to her nipple, and Julie made a moaning, pleading sound.

"This is so hot," said Mandy. She placed her hand on Julie's other breast and lightly squeezed and played with the nipple.

Now I went to Julie's nipple. I kissed it lightly a couple of times, then I flicked it with my tongue. Julie squirmed a little on the table, and moaned. Her breathing was getting quicker now.

I flicked the nipple with my tongue again, then sucked it into my mouth.

"Ooohhhh," moaned Julie.

Mandy joined in and started to kiss and suck on Julie's other nipple. Julie moaned louder.

I looked up from Julie's breast briefly to watch Mandy pleasure her. When Mandy saw me looking, she lifted her head, leaned forward and we kissed. It was a nice kiss with just a hint of tongue between us. Then we both returned to Julie's nipples. After another minute of pleasuring her, Julie propped herself up.

"Oh you have to stop. I can't take it. It's so good. I want more, but not here," she said, her voice breathy.

"I need to sit back down, and take a break," said Julie. She slid off the table and moved to sit next Mandy, but Mandy was moving sideways to get out. They swapped places and Julie sat down. Mandy stepped around the table and pushed in on the bench next to me.

"Push all the way in against the wall," she said.

I moved in to the wall.

Mandy reached out with her hand and started stroking my cock through my pants.

Then she said, "do you want to suck on tits now?"

"Oh yes," I responded. I leaned towards her and went straight to her closest breast. I reached out with the tip of my tongue and touched a nipple. Then I leaned closer to suck on it lightly. Mandy's nipples were much bigger than Julie's. It was like sucking on the tip of her pinky finger. I licked and sucked at it, and soon Mandy began to moan as Julie had.

Mandy continued trying to stroke my cock, but the angle wasn't working for her now.

I tried to glance over at Julie but she was slightly out of my field of view. It was obvious, though, that her hands were under the table in her lap.