Judith had asked me to her place for dinner one evening. She enjoyed cooking and was very good at it. She prepared a chicken dish, asparagus, baked potatoes and a salad. Jazz diva Frankye Kelly played softly on the stereo. The conversation varied from news of the day, including sports (Judith was a men's tennis fan), to movies we had seen or wanted to see. Judith was wearing white leggings and a loose fitting denim shirt. She had two buttons open which revealed her beautiful mocha colored cleavage. Judith was a large girl and this description also applied to her tits. During the course of the meal, my gaze occasionally drifted from her eyes to the great valley below. It was a magnificent sight and one that I enjoyed immensely.
"What are you looking at?"
"Your boobs," I replied. She slightly turned her head and rolled her eyes in mock ire, but with a self satisfied smile.
"I don't understand why you find them so fascinating. They are just two mounds of flesh."
"But they are beautiful mounds of flesh. Breasts are just what I find appealing. I can't explain it, but I know what I like. You tell me I have beautiful hands. What's the difference? You appreciate one particular body part of mine," said I.
"Your hands give me great pleasure," Judith informed me as she leaned forward slightly to give me a better view.
"Judith, your breasts give me great pleasure and I am an unrepentant breast man."
"At least you know who you are, Joe."
"Yes I do," I replied with a smile. This banter actually gave me a hard on. As we finished our meal the repartee drifted back to nominal subjects and my erection subsided for the time being. Judith got up and began to clear the table when she bent over to pick up a dish. This gave me a view completely through the space between her tits and out the bottom of the shirt. "No bra?"
"Since we're not going out I decided to let the girls be free," she said. She would never go bra less in public, but when she relaxed at home the garment was often forgone.
I helped her with the dishes and shortly she was cleaning the sink to finish the job. I stood in the kitchen door and leaned on the jam and watched her in the act of scrubbing. I thought to myself, "I really want to fuck her, NOW!" I fantasized for a couple of minutes, became stiff and made my move. I strode up behind her, put my arms around her from behind and took each breast in one of my hands. Simultaneously, I kissed and bit her neck. She was at first startled, but she recovered and leaned back into me as I ground my rock hard cock against her ass. I looked over her shoulder while she turned off the water to see a big smile on her face. She reached behind herself and pulled at the back of my neck to draw me closer. I continued to bite and kiss her neck as I kneaded her tits and rubbed my dick against her butt.
"Oh my, you really attacked me," Judith said.
"Yes, I decided that I had to have you."
"Mmm, so forceful and demanding, Joe."
"Judith, I can not wait to take you." Judith removed my hands from her breasts and turned to embrace me.
"Well, Joe, do you want to do it here in the kitchen?"
