"I get ogled all day at work and now you too," she said it to him, but looked at me, I guess I hadn't been so discrete after all.
"No...I feel fat enough already...I'm not sending you a picture...no." The pleading went on for a while...I kind of felt for the guy.
"Love you too...bye," she tried not to laugh, then something kind of swept over her, nervousness or embarrassment or something, she started to talk...real fast.
"We've only been married a year and they shipped us out here to Nellis...fucking Vegas...then he gets orders to go over there... he wants me to send him a naked picture...I'm as big as a bus... I hate my asshole boss... NO MONEY ...my husband only thinks about my tits...we live in a shit hole...I miss my mom...I was going to go to college." Wow all in one sentence.
A tear formed and ran down her cheek. This girl was overwhelmed, I touched her hand.
"At least he is thinking about you." That was all, that was it, that was the limit of my wisdom.
"Yea...since the 9th grade." She wiped away the tear and tried to smile, the rest of the ride was quiet. Home for them was one of those live-in suite kind of places, really just motel room with a small kitchen. It was too hot to sit in the car.
"Come in, it's kind of a mess, I'm always so tired."
"God...really." Misty looked at her buzzing phone again.
"I guess he' really bored...horny...it's his day off ", she typed in two letters, I'm guessing it was the word "no". Ten seconds later it buzzed again, Misty tossed her purse on the bed and walked to the mirror, snapped a picture of herself and pushed the send button, "there", she said.
"I think there's beer in the frig, from before he left." six month old beer didn't seem like a good idea.
"Oh...god...I've got to take off these damn heels, they make my back hurt...I'm wearing flats to dinner," it seemed like a shame to deprive the world the view of her butt in heels, but I guess she gives at the office. Misty sat on the bed and unstrapped the black heels.
"Ok...Ok," Misty felt around on her tummy, her hand stopped at her belly button, she gave me a kind of silly grin.
"Feel." she took my hand and then covered it with her dainty fingers. The kid was moving around alright, maybe kicking or something. Misty leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes, her hand never moved from mine. There was an intimacy, my dick stirred, her phone rang again.
"Yes dear...yes I know they are...just big...I'm not sure...no I haven't bought any new ones...can't... rent remember...all I fit into are my old sports bras. Are you still doing that...that's so gross...no...no...I'm not going to talk dirty to you...no. Me too honey...all the time...my hormones are driving me crazy. I miss you too." Wow, this was more than uncomfortable, but it made my dick hard. I started to move away, Misty pressed down on my hand, then pulled a pillow under her head, leaving my hand on her tummy.
"Yes...my nipples are hard all the time lately...yes....I miss you too...I love you too." Misty's eyes were piercing, my hand moved up and down with her breathing.
She was quiet for a while, then she giggled, her eyes were bright, I don't know what he said but it must have been the right thing.
"Ok...ok... just for a minute." Annoyed wifey was suddenly gone, she had been replaced by sexy wifey the one that sounded like she was about to have phone sex with her husband.
"I would really like you to pull my top down so you could touch them." Misty breathed slowly into the into the phone.
"Mmmm...I miss that too...god I wish we could...too."
"Yes...does that feel good to you...no...I'm not doing anything...not yet." I looked for an escape, her hand pressed down harder.
"Would you like to touch my boobs...see how big and hard my nipples are." Misty arched her back, she was talking to her horny husband a million miles away, her eyes never left mine.
"I would really like you to touch them," it took me a second.
"God I wish you would touch them...that would feel so good...is your hand all greasy and warm...good...mmm." The tights were strapless, they would slide right off her shoulders. Was that what she wanted...really?
"I really want you to touch them," she was talking to me, her eyes were intense as I pulled the tight black material down over the shoulders. Her full breasts exploded in the conversation.
"Mmmm...honey the cool air feels so good on nipples...honey...mmm...their so hard...you like them when they are this hard honey...don't you?" I'm sure every male on earth would have liked them.
"God they are so hard...they ache honey, I really wish you would pinch them." Laying there bare chested with her legs dangling off the bed, Misty, the lovely young thing I met three hours ago was whispering to her husband while begging me to touch her breasts.
"Mmmm...AAhhhh...o god that feels so good." she was talking to him...she was talking to me. She flinched when my palms covered her peaks. She arched her back again when I stretched her swollen breasts up, pinching just her fleshy nipples.
"Oh honey...pinching him hurts...that makes me whimper doesn't it?"
Misty's eyes begged, "...oh...oh..oh...o god...o god....please...please...do you remember how I sound when my titties are pinched...you like to make me whimper...don't you ...mmm....me too."
"O...honey they really need to be kissed after you pinch them...don't they. I really want you to kiss them... please." All this was a little hard to believe, I questioned her with my eyebrows.
"I really wish you would kiss them...make them feel all better," Misty whispered into the phone, her eyes never left me, she was playing an intense game and she was playing pretty hard.
"Slow down honey...make it last...just hold yourself for a minute...remember the first time you kissed my boobs....huh...talk to me baby." Misty stopped talking...I guess it was his turn. I hoped the little gasp she made when I swirled tongue around her hard nipple fit into the story they were weaving, how could he not know. I think I could actually hear him moaning through the phone.
"Are you laying down...good...take you hand off your thing...mmmm...is it all hard honey...does it stand up all by itself...Mmmm...oh...mmmm....think about fucking me...does that make it harder...does if kind of bob up and down...when you dream of making love to me...mmmm... I miss it when it's that hard." Misty pushed my head towards her other breast, that nipple was just as hard as the first one. She teased him along and along, then slowly lifted my chin with her finger until our eyes met again.
"I really wish I could touch your dick...that makes me all horny...I could thank you for making me whimper by touching it for you." Misty whispered to him, she smiled at me.
I was hard... Misty grinned kind of a crooked grin, her tongue glazed over her perfect white teeth.
"O...your so big." she seemed pleased...", her fingers were as dainty as her belly was plump.
"Honey...mmm...touching you always makes me horny doesn't it. Oh my...that makes my little pussy so wet...would you like me to touch your little soldier." Her goofy smile almost made me laugh out loud, I had to turn my head. Misty pointed a scowling finger at me. I was beginning to wonder where this little game was going to end. I knew what I wanted, I wondered how far Misty was willing to take this.
"Honey...mmm...your so hard...does it feel good to stroke your hard cock...oh baby...my little pussy wants to be played with too...but it's all covered up...should I uncover it...should I take off my clothes...for you." He must have said yes, extending her hand as though I should kiss it, Misty left my hardon dangling. A little wiggle of her shapely bottom, and a gentle tug from me and Misty was standing.
