"I want to surprise Mark," Jenna was saying to me as we sat on her patio, sharing coffee and bagels. I really wasn't hungry but Jenna insisted so I nibbled enough to be polite as she talked.
"He's been wanting me to do something like this for quite a while," Jenna went on to say, "and since I'm not getting any younger, I thought I'd better do this now while my boobs were still on my chest," laughing at her self-depreciating humor.
Healthy boobs, they indeed were, surely no less than a D-cup, I thought when I saw her that first time, at the gallery. Today, she was wearing a simple blouse, the buttons of which were stretched to their limit by the breasts.
Jenna was thirty-eight but looked younger; five-six, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds, sixty of which had to be her boobs. She later told me, when I asked, that she was a 34-D, outgrowing her training bra when she was eleven.
Her body was slender, the weight in her muscular, but not overly so, legs and buttocks. She worked out a couple of hours a day, she had told me, and she and Mark were joggers on top of that.
"What specifically did you have in mind," I finally asked, having long since lost hope that she'd get to the point.
"Well, I'd like a tasteful nude body shot, I think," she mused, her face scrunched up a bit, "but I don't think I want my face recognizable, something like you showed at your gallery opening," she finally said, the point having been reached. Yea!
"But," she quickly added, "I'd like it done here, somewhere in our house, you know, to have a familiarity within the photo itself."
"I think that can be done, though my recommendation would be to do a mono-chromatic background, with maybe a throw pillow or two in the shot, the background not distracting from you, from your nakedness," I suggested, adding, "I mean, you really don't want it to look like above-average amateur porn, do you?"
"Oh God, no," she gasped, "I want this to be an artistic photo."
"Then, why don't you trust me on how we do this; we'll use some props from your home, just so that you have that bit of familiarity you spoke of."
"Okay, you're the expert," she said, beaming a bright smile.
~
Sharon's Halloween party was behind us and it wouldn't be long, before Thanksgiving had its moment in the national spotlight. I thought back to last year's Thanksgiving at my parents', when I had 'outed' myself, smiling at the memory as I drove back to the gallery after the meeting with Jenna.
Lots of water under the bridge since last year, I thought as I downshifted to third gear, speeding to beat a traffic light.
Great! Another fucking ticket, just what I needed.
"S'matter, baby?" Ali asked when I trudged into the gallery, about ten minutes later.
I told her of my latest interaction with the NOPD.
She laughed.
"Did you try to flirt your way out of this one too?" She finally asked when her laughter almost stopped.
"Hell, no, and the officer was a chick, too!" I said, shaking my head in exasperation.
"How many is that now, Lynn?"
"Just my third," I answered indignantly.
"Maybe we need to 'ground' you, you naughty little girl," Ali joked.
"If you want to punish me," I said, feeling a bit impish, and truthfully, a bit aroused at being around Jenna, "I dare you to make me eat pussy," smiling suggestively at her.
"Want to grab a 'nooner' at the apartment, when the girls come in for their shift?" Ali asked, her eyes betraying a hint of arousal as well.
I had found that Ali became quickly aroused whenever the thought of sex passed between us, not a bad thing, mind you.
"Sounds delicious, sweetie," I said, licking my lips slowly, but feeling wetness in my crotch more than on my lips.
"As many times as we've made love to each other," Ali said softly, laying in my arms, "I never tire of your touch, of your kisses; each time seems like the first time," reaching up and kissing me.
My mouth was sticky with her juices, her scent on my lips, and I was dying to get off. I took her into my arms and rolled her on top of me, kissing her as I did. Then slowly, I pushed her down my body, my legs spreading to make room for her. Grinning at me, Ali began kissing my body, snaking her tongue over my skin, flicking across my clit when she got down there, teasing me.
She teased me unmercifully for several minutes but slipping her fingers into me, she began fucking me as she sucked on my little man. I held off not even two minutes after she started doing that to me, pulling her mouth to my pussy when I orgasmed, my body shaking from the jolt of pleasure.
"Don't know what got your motor running," Ali said as we dried from our after-sex shower, "but I'm glad I reaped the benefits," smiling at me.
I told her of my meeting with Jenna, of Jenna's deliciously large boobs, and I guessed it affected me more than I thought, I said.
"That's fine, baby, I get to reap the benefits anyway, like I said," kissing me sweetly as we started to dress, her hand finding and fondling my breast.
We had to take another shower before we finally returned to the gallery.
~
"Feel like a little fun tonight?" Ali asked after she had hung up from her phone call.
We were working in our office, at home, having both returned from running errands that morning. The gallery was closed on Sundays and Mondays, opened from Tuesday through Saturday.
"What kind of fun?" I asked, looking over my glasses as I worked at my computer.
"That was Sami on the phone," Ali said, a mischievous smile creeping across her beautiful mouth, "and she'd like to bring one of her dorm-mates over tonight to swim, use the hot tub with us and to have a 'girls' night'," Ali explained.
Stopping my work on the keyboard, I waited for her to further explain.
"Seems like one of Sami's late-night visitors to her bed, one of the girls that comes by for some girl/girl play when horny, expressed a desire to Sami that she'd like to explore a bit more," Ali said; "Sami said that this girl has become a rather frequent visitor at night and casually mentioned to Sami that she wouldn't mind trying a threesome sometime."
A ding from Ali's computer signaled that she had just received an email.
