I haven’t had my eyes checked in at least five years. After some wicked headaches my wife suggested that we take me for an eye exam. We went to a local eyeglass place, where a young lady greeted us. Her name was Michelle, and was she stacked. She was on the thin side, but seemed top-heavy. My wife and I decided that they were implants. Her boobs were playing peek-a-boo with me from slightly above the nipple. It was sort of embarrassing, for in the course of the fitting process I sat facing her with our knees just inches apart, staring at those magnificent pair of breasts.
Michelle asked me to look at a target so that she can properly adjust the frame. I started looking into her eyes, but soon I picked on those heavenly tits to stare at as my targets. This proved to be frustrating as I felt my pecker stirring. A long almost forgotten feeling, warming my upper thigh, but like a trooper with my wife chuckling, I continued to stare at those mounds, for each fitting some ten minutes at a time. I think that the constant attention affected Michelle as well for during the third fitting I sensed that those nipples were now erect, as those heavenly mounds wanted to be set free from under their protective clothing. I was trying to envision her nipples. Were they like erasers, or like girlish nubs. I imagined them to be like erasers as I watched her nipples proudly protrude. She didn’t seem fazed as she flexed, this appeared to make them two sizes larger.
When we left, we discussed my dilemma at length, for it was uncomfortable to continue our chores with a mild erection. We decided to stop at the house to check on my pecker. I stripped down to my shorts in an instant. My wife changed into my favorite blouse that shows off her own gorgeous boobs, and paraded into the room. In the change over she did not bother to put on her bra or panties. She came into the room with some raspberry smelling cologne and I reacted. I started to remove her blouse with my teeth. We stopped long enough to kiss and our tongues like two long-lost friends wrestled. Soon I had one of her boobs free. She helped me get the blouse off of her as she cupped my balls, and stroked my dick. I sucked and licked on her boobs. Her nipples, stood erect and seemed to want some more attention. I playfully bit them, and she squealed. We were both panting and I soon got between her legs. I fingered her and traced the outline of her already wet clit. Next I started to kiss and lick her honey sweet spot. The harder she moaned the more feverishly I licked and sucked on her clit. She soon lost it and started to shout “oh-boyyyyyyy-oh-boy”.
