1. Meeting an old friend
Her tits were what I first noticed about the pretty young woman with the bleached blonde hair who came walking toward me.
They moved up and down rather freely, seemingly unrestrained by any bra, as she strutted down the pedestrian zone on her high heels. Her short, bright green dress had a very low neckline and it seemed only a question of time before her nipples would liberate themselves into open air. Her arms, legs and shoulders were decorated with colourful tattoos.
She moved with confidence, but I did detect the effect of a few drinks in her walk. She seemed to contact everybody she met, ask them a question, receive a shrug or a headshake and continue her fascinating stride directly toward me. I hoped she would also talk to me. And she did.
It was a warm summer's night. Even after dark the temperature must have been around 25 degrees Celsius. I had been out for a few beers with old friends in my provincial hometown of Odense, Denmark and was heading for my parents' empty house. They were away on holiday and had left their home in my control.
"Oh, Svend! Can I please bum a cigarette?" she asked me with a tiny hint of a drunken slur. She touched my arm with the palm of her hand in a surprisingly intimate gesture. Her almond-shaped fingernails were painted bright red.
My eyes went from her hands to the literally outstanding tits and on to her face that was strikingly attractive despite her dark eye makeup that had started to run a bit. Her lips were covered with a thick layer of, slightly smeared, flaming red lipstick. It was all surrounded by shoulder length, bright blonde hair.
"Oh! I didn't realize it was you," I said, finally recognizing Amanda, whom I had dated briefly in high school seven years earlier. We hugged. Her scent was one of cigarettes, booze and perfume.
"I know. The boobs, the tattoos, the nails, the makeup, the hair. Right?" she said as we had let go of each other.
She lifted her breasts with both hands which almost made the nipples pass the neckline.
"Yes. Those are... larger than I remember them," I admitted.
"You like them?"
"Ehh... yes."
"Good! Can you believe? It took me three surgeries to get this big".
"It did?"
"Yes. If you want to move from an A cup to an E cup, you've got to do it gradually."
"It must have been expensive."
"It sure was. That kind of surgery is not covered by our yellow health insurance card."
"I guess not."
"And my surgeon here advised against the third operation. So I had to go to Hungary. Luckily, it's much cheaper down there."
"And are you happy with the result, Amanda?"
"Yes. Very."
"You have a lot of tattoos now..."
"I do," she smiled. "You like them?"
"Yes."
"Do you have any?"
"No."
"I thought so."
"But they look very nice on you."
"Thanks. You know... It's a great feeling when you walk into a room and everybody's eyes turn toward you."
"I can imagine they do."
"You bet! The surgery of course changed the whole weight distribution, and it took some getting used to. And you need to change your habits when you're this big. I mean, I used to play volleyball all the time... But even with the tightest of sports bras it's no use... You want to touch?"
"What?" I couldn't believe what I had just heard.
"Do. You. Want. To. Touch. My. Boobs?" she repeated so loudly that a few people around us turned their heads in our direction.
In lack of an immediate reply from me, she pushed aside her shoulder straps and pulled down the dress to expose her tits. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her nipples so suddenly that my bike fell to the ground behind me with a loud noise that attracted even more attention. Her boobs were soft, but her nipples hard. So was my dick.
People stood around us, watching. A guy whistled but Amanda didn't react.
"You like it?" she smiled enticingly.
"Ehhh... yes. They're very nice," I said sheepishly as my mind was racing for a more intelligent comeback.
A fat guy with a beer bottle in his hand came up to us:
"Can I have a go at those too?" he asked, clearly drunk.
Amanda pulled up her dress and left my palms dangling in the air for a second:
"No. You can't. This is strictly invitation-only," she said.
"Too bad!" the guy commented and moved on peacefully. The crowd around us lost interest now that Amanda's tits were hastily stuffed back into the tight dress.
"You know, Svend, I really need that cigarette now!" Amanda said as I picked up my bike.
"Sorry, Amanda. I don't smoke. And I didn't know you did."
"I do. A lot. And normally I'd buy a pack. But the thing is that I just had a fight with my boyfriend, and I left everything at the house. And I don't want to go back there now."
"Would you like me to buy you some cigarettes?"
"If you could just lend me the money..."
"Sure. There's a 7-eleven right over there. I'm sure they sell cigarettes."
I parked my bike outside and locked it. Amanda was handed a pack of Camel Blue and a lighter and I paid for it with my card. She lit up while I unlocked the bike.
"Thank you, Svend! Just what I needed," she said, exhaling smoke. She squeezed in the cigarettes and lighter between her left boob and the tight dress.
I have this weakness for beautiful women who smoke. And my dick, which hadn't really turned soft and small since she placed my hands on her nipples, immediately reacted to her lighting the cigarette.
"You're welcome. You don't wear a bra, do you?"
"How observant of you. No. Not at the moment. I can tell you a bra is a good thing if you're a size E. But as I said... I had to leave the house very fast tonight. I just managed to put on this dress and grab the sandals."
Amanda took another deep inhale with demonstrative pleasure.
"So you were... naked when you found out that you had to leave?"
"Yes. We tend to fight after sex. But that's a long and complicated story..."
She blew out small clouds of smoke as she spoke.
"Sounds like it."
"I'm not wearing any panties either, by the way."
"You must have been in a real hurry."
"I was."
"And in case you were going to ask, I don't need to see proof of your not wearing panties. Or touch anything down there. Not here in the pedestrian zone, that is."
"Okay. Did I embarrass you before, Svend?"
"You... surprised me."
"Are you shy? Afraid of attention? I'm not."
"So I've noticed, Amanda."
She put her face so close to mine and pouted her lips.
"You want to go someplace else and have a look?"
Without waiting for an answer, she kissed me deeply and moved her soft, smoky tongue around in my mouth. My jeans were about to explode, which Amanda seemed to sense as she put one hand around the fly area while holding the other one with the burning cigarette around my neck. We kissed like that for a minute or two.
"Where are you headed now?" I asked as we finally let go of each other.
"Nowhere, really," she said, flipping off her long ash.
"So where are you going to sleep tonight?"
