Magnificent Pair

[Thanks to readers of my previous story ("Surprise Display") for the kind ratings and a few encouraging comments. I had planned my next story to be about something else but -- partly because of the way "Surprise Display" was received, and partly because I've found it so exciting myself -- I thought I'd try re-telling it from Denny's POV. Here's hoping it works.

The story this time is necessarily more "speculative" because I have had to imagine a lot more of Denny's thoughts and feelings. But I've certainly enjoyed that part of the exercise!

I hope you'll like Denny's version.]

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"Hoo boy!" I said to my old school pal, Paul -- shaking my head and blinking like a rabbit caught in a searchlight -- "that's a sight I'll never forget." And I never have.

I can tell you, the old saying "It's an ill wind that blows nobody any good" is true. It was a complete accident but, man, I never will forget the most stunning sight I'll ever hope to witness.

It came about when Paul and I were billeted with a married couple for our first high school homecoming. Their son Jason had attended the same school, but he was interstate so they had room for Paul and me. My name by the way is Dennis, though people mostly call me Denny.

Jon and Marie were very welcoming, and insisted we call them by their first names. With the romantic inclinations of a lad fresh out of high school, I was a little bit taken with Marie, who probably in her early forties still looked well preserved. She did seem to have quite a good figure. I suspected this appearance might involve the aid of foundation garments, but I vaguely thought about what her naked body would be like, her tits and, er, other parts. Of course, I didn't entertain these ideas at all seriously.

Our hosts put us up in Jason's old room downstairs, adjacent to a rumpus room, while they, of course, used the master bedroom upstairs, with its own ensuite bathroom. As would be expected, they always used the ensuite. This left the main bathroom to Paul and me, and we got used to the idea that it would always be free, so that as necessary we could duck upstairs to use it without disturbing either of them. And so we learned not to bother knocking before entering. As it turned out, we were wrong.

Some days into our stay Paul and I were in the rumpus room watching a game on TV when I "felt the urge." As usual I waited for the next ad break before charging upstairs to the bathroom. As usual I flung the door open -- and there right in front of me were two magnificent nipples on a pair of tits. It was Marie, doing her hair. Marie's tits! I had wondered what they looked like, and now I knew. I felt my dick stiffen at the sight -- her tits were quite a good size, nice firm shapely tits even at her age, obviously she didn't need any special kind of brassiere. But what dominated the whole wonderful view was the size of her fabulous nipples. They were very big and assertive, and yet a lovely color, seeming to radiate a soft rosy glow that washed over me, gently bathing me, caressing me!

Mesmerized by the stunning sight, I momentarily stood gazing at them, but when Marie realized I could see her tits she gasped and looked so mortified that I felt sorry for her. She hid her big nipples with a forearm, as I managed to say "sorry" and turned to leave. Then as I turned back to close the door I noticed that she had dropped her forearm and -- I'm embarrassed to confess this -- I just had to sneak another quick look at her tits. It was mean of me when she obviously didn't want me to see them, but I couldn't resist the temptation. There they were still -- firm tits and wonderful big nipples -- so that was what Marie's tits were like!

And so that is how I came to be saying "Hoo boy" to Paul when I got back to the rumpus room. I told him what had happened, describing Marie's womanly endowments in lyrical detail, the size and shape of her tits, the size and color of her glorious nipples. "Well, aren't you the lucky one? I hate you," he chuckled.

After that we thought we had better knock in future before entering the bathroom. But in the following days we couldn't resist the occasional temptation to sneak a look at the chest area of Marie's clothing, visualizing what was in there.

And even after returning home, the incident has haunted me for ages. I do feel a bit mean about it sometimes -- delighting in my knowledge of her tits when she obviously didn't want me to know what they were like -- but hey, I can hardly help it -- it seems like every time I close my eyes at night I see Marie's beautiful nipples and tits, and have to satisfy the demands of my swelling prick as I mentally feast my eyes on what I'm not supposed to see.

But how I envy Jon, being able to look at Marie's lovely big nipples probably every day, basking in their soft glow. And he can regularly have a good feel of those firm tits, and taste those rosy nipples, and suck them. Sucking Marie's tits! Man, if he wasn't such a good guy I would hate him.

Well, that's life, and I'm still pretty lucky being able to recall what Marie looked like with them out -- I'll always remember those firm tits and her beautiful big nipples.