Mike and Becca dated briefly in college but drifted apart. Ten years later they met unexpectedly at a trade show in New York City. Mike invited Becca to lunch.
Becca was wearing a conservative business suit but Mike could see she had kept her college figure. In fact, it appeared to him her shape had been significantly enhanced. The suit jacket covered up the specifics but Mike suspected her breasts might have surgically 'grown' a cup size or two. He tried to be discrete but his eyes and mind kept returning to her tits. He couldn't see them but he wondered if he might be able to enjoy them a little later.
It was rapidly established that they were both unmarried and lived only about 30 minutes apart in the New York suburbs. They were both staying in the city for client meetings during the trade show. This certainly increased the sexual possibilities. Mike reflected on their dating experiences as he fantasized about having sex with Becca. They had not had sex in college but he'd played with her tits- 'B cups' back then and he'd received a blowjob on their third date. He couldn't recall exactly why they didn't continue dating but summer vacation had intervened. They didn't see each other over the summer nor start dating again when they returned to school.
Not having much time their lunchtime conversation was disjointed and rushed. They determined that they worked in separate fields. Their respective firms just happened to provide legal and graphic arts services, respectively, to several of the electronics companies at the trade show. Neither of them would normally go to the show but each had a reason on this particular day. They laughed at the karma of their meeting. After touching on various mutual friends, etc their schedules dictated that lunch must end.
Mike invited Becca to dinner and they agreed on a mutually convenient time and place to meet near the trade show venue. He was distracted all afternoon by thoughts about her tits. She was tall and thin in college and her "B" cup breasts were nicely shaped and fine for her body. She still looked thin or at least very fit. If as Mike suspected she'd had surgery to bring her tits up to a "D", they would really look huge on her body. Could he be wrong? The jacket covered everything but it certainly seemed to fit her upper body well and her chest looked big. Her ass and legs looked trim; she certainly wasn't fat- only her chest seemed to have grown. Mike was hoping he'd get the chance to reacquaint himself with her body- enhanced or not.
As they met for dinner Mike again discretely tried to assess Becca's body. Her tits were definitely bigger; he was sure of it.
Mike had picked the best restaurant near the hotel in the hope that it would offer a nice atmosphere. In making the reservation he'd also asked for a private table. The hostess seated them at a small table in a quiet corner- definitely a lover's table. After some small talk about the afternoon Mike said, "You look great. You look even better than in college."
Becca blushed and replied, "Thank you. You look good, too." She then leaned forward and in a soft voice said, "Thank you for the compliment but I doubt you've noticed anything about my body other than my breasts. Your eyes have been focused on my tits since we met."
Mike was embarrassed but recovered quickly saying, "Well, I was complimenting all of you. I did think your breasts looked great but your suit jacket makes a full assessment rather difficult. You look very pretty and I was trying not to stare but, yes, I couldn't help but notice your chest."
Becca smiled and unbuttoned her jacket. She was wearing a thin shell under the jacket. The lapels of the jacket spread only a few inches apart so Mike couldn't really see much more than before. The unbuttoning gesture was, however, a clear invitation so he became more bold, saying, "Thanks for the button but your jacket is still covering you. Sit back and open your jacket a little more."
Becca did exactly as requested but then let the lapels close again quickly. Mike found the brief view of Becca's torso intriguing. Her thin top was stretched tightly over what had to be "D" or "DD" cup breasts. He assumed she'd had enhancement surgery- excellent surgery since at least through the shell her tits looked perfectly natural. He mumbled, "Wow. You look great," as he struggled with what else to say.
Mike's dilemma was that he thought he'd seen a small circle of wetness on Becca's left breast. She hadn't said anything about a baby but could she be lactating? Maybe that's why her tits looked so big. He didn't want to point out the spot; he wasn't even sure he'd seen it.
Becca broke the silence by observing, "I thought you'd like them. They're a lot bigger than in college."
Mike said again, "They-you look great."
Becca smiled as she enjoyed Mike's awkwardness. She then said, "Thanks. I really haven't gotten used to my big tits. I'm very top- heavy. Finding clothes big enough on top that aren't too big at my waist and hips is almost impossible. My doctor friend has taken to calling me 'Barbie'. Remember when somebody computed that if a Barbie doll was human sized she'd have something like a "40" bust over an 18" waist? I'm obviously not that thin but I do feel very top heavy."
Mike hesitated and then said, "Well...having a figure like Barbie is a good thing. You actually look bustier than Barbie. I assume you got what you asked for...and your breasts look very natural and well, lots of women would love to have the problems you mentioned."
Having tricked Mike into the conclusion that she'd had a boob job, Becca feigned indignation and said, "You think I had my breasts enhanced don't you?"
Mike was mortified and mumbled, "Well, ah... as I said, you look great."
Becca smiled and decided to let him off the hook but only partially. She opened her jacket again and pulled her arms back to boldly display her chest while she proudly said, "I'll have you know my tits are100% natural... well, not exactly 100% natural but I didn't get implants. It was more like an accident."
Now it was Mike's turn to smile, "An accident?"
"Yes, now put your eyes back in your head. Let's order dinner and I'll explain in a little while."
Mike was now sure about the spot on Becca's top which would suggest lactation but she had never mentioned a baby. He was confused but also aroused by the thought that Becca might have natural breasts that were swollen with milk.
They both took a minute to review the menu and placed their order. Mike couldn't wait for the server to leave. He wanted to hear about Becca's accident. He guessed that maybe she meant she'd gotten pregnant by accident but she hadn't said anything about having a baby. She didn't sound sad or depressed. If she'd lost the baby or put it up for adoption she wouldn't be so upbeat and wouldn't still be lactating. It was all very confusing. He figured he'd better not assume anything. If he said the wrong thing his chances of getting lucky tonight could drop like a stone.