Her name was Molly. She was in her early 20's, a good fifteen years younger than me. She was maybe 5'5", average height. Her light brown hair was naturally curly, worn in a shoulder-length bob cut. It looked cute, when it wasn't messed up with a tightly tied blindfold and matted with sweat. Molly was on the skinny side, with long lean legs and a flat stomach. Her hips flared nicely and she had a shapely, albeit flat ass. Her breasts however, were a major source of embarrassment for her. They were nonexistent. She was totally flat-chested with big, jutting nipples and small areola. I thought they were cute, a nice change from my usual toys... but her insecurities over her breasts were what ultimately led her to my clutches.
I'm Joe. A late thirty-something school teacher. My wife and I live across the road from Molly and her husband. My wife, Anne is in pharmaceutical sales and travels a fair bit. Martin, Molly's husband, runs his own landscaping business and also attends nursing classes at night. Molly is the early shift supervisor at a nearby daycare. Molly and Martin don't have any kids yet... Anne and I have a couple of early elementary aged boys.With Anne traveling and me being the school teacher, I'm mostly the house-husband.
Enough of the characters, let's get to the setting and then on to the action.
I'd just completed a 20' x 20' deck on the back of the house, complete with an attached 16' x 16' covered pavilion. This was where we put our pool table. I'd also added onto the back of the garage a bit and had an entrance to a 1/2 bathroom and a wet bar. Needless to say, Anne and I like to stay home a lot, but we also like to party. At least once every four to six weeks, we have 5 or 6 couples over to play. We drink, listen to music, talk, play pool, and generally have a good time. Not quite the full-blown swinging scene, but lots of innuendo and trash talk goes on. It's not unusual for tits to be flashed and girls to be dancing on the pool table by the end of the evening.
The evening was in full swing and we were doing a great job of breaking in the new deck and the outside 'pool hall'. A couple of the wives had been talked into doing an 'on-camera' comparison of breast size. Both of the women in question were very well endowed. I think every guy there had their cell phone out and was snapping pictures. Most of the other girls were shouting comments and cheering on the contestants. Except Molly. I noticed her making a bee-line for the back door to go inside. I excused myself to take a whiz. Besides, I'd seen this particular show before. Hell, I had video from the last time.
I found her in the kitchen, drying her eyes with a napkin.
"Hey, you okay?"
She turned and gave me a weepy smile, shaking her head. "No. I'm sorry. I just hate being around that."
"Look, if it's bothering you that much, I can get them to stop." I offered.
"No! Everybody is having a good time. If I had boobs like that, I'd probably be showing them off too."
I took a step closer and put my hand on her arm. "Not everybody is having a good time. You're in here crying." I glanced meaningfully at her chest. "You know, a woman doesn't have to have big tits to be attractive."
With that, she bust into tears again and suddenly I had 110 pounds of skinny, sobbing woman in my arms. A bit at a loss, I just wrapped her into a hug and let her sobs run their course. After a while, she whispered over my shoulder, "It's just been so long since I felt attractive. The other day, I found Martin's stash of porn. Nearly all of it was big breasts and tit-jobs."
Ouch. I decided some judicious flirting and redirection was needed before she ended up a puddle on the floor. I dropped my hand to her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"You know, I've never been much of a breast man, myself. I've always been more into legs and asses." I whispered back.
She pulled herself loose from the hug with a brief laugh and dried her eyes again with a smile on her face. She took me by the hand and led me around the corner to the living room. Now, if someone came in, we'd have a bit of warning. She sat me on the couch and standing in front of me, did that impressive thing that women do, unhooking and removing their bra without taking the shirt off.
"The only reason I wear this damn thing is for padding and to keep my nipples from showing." She then pulled the hem of her shirt up to her neck, showing me her impressive, large puffy nipples and equally unimpressive flat chest.
I don't know why I did it. Well hell, yes I do. I'm a horn-ball and if a woman willingly shows me her privates in private, I've going to act on it. I reached up to her waist, snagged a belt loop and gently pulled her to me. She resisted a moment, obviously deciding how far to take this. Molly then climbed up on the couch, kneeling over me.
Gently at first, then with increasing fervor, I kissed, licked and sucked her nipples. First one, then the other. All the while, my hands roamed the backs of her thighs and ass. Molly made soft noises in the back of her throat as I worshipped her nipples and chest. When one of my hands zeroed in on the warm spot in between her legs, she tensed up and pulled back.
"Joe...." she started.
Realizing I'd trespassed a bit far, I immediately let her shirt drop and pulled her hips down, having her sit on my lap. I don't know if she could feel the lump at my crotch, but I wasn't going to give her a chance to get her bearings. I reached up and pulled her face to mine in a tender and passionate kiss. When it broke, I set the hook that hopefully would let me reel her in.
"Your problem isn't the size of your breasts. Your problem is how you feel about them. You need someone to ride you hard, wring you out and put you away wet. You need to be shown that every part of your body can both give and receive pleasure."
Molly just gaped at me a moment, then we heard the back door open. "This was a mistake." she stammered, climbing up off of me and dashing down the hall to the bathroom.
As soon as I heard the bathroom door close, I heard heavy footsteps in the kitchen. My friend, Ian stuck his head around the corner. "Hey man, you just missed a great show."
"Yeah, I know. I was just taking a breather." I got up and headed back out to the party, hoping things wouldn't blow up as soon as Molly reappeared. Interestingly enough, they didn't. She came out, cool and collected and didn't even glance my way. I was glad to see her mingle freely, and not go directly for her husband or my wife. Eventually the party ended and life got back to normal... for about a week and a half.
I had been nervous for the first few days, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When that didn't happen, I began to relax and figured that it had been a one-time 'mistake' like she said and that I'd not see her in that context again. Wrong. It was a bit after dinnertime and I had put the boys to bed. Molly quietly knocked on the front door. She was in her work clothes, those brightly printed scrubs that you often see at dentist's offices and daycares. She gave me a weak smile.
"Hi. I was hoping we could talk."
"Sure. C'mon in." I ushered her inside. Noting that Martin's truck wasn't in their drive. She confirmed my suspicions with her next question, confirming something was up.
"Anne out of town?" she asked, looking around the room and not meeting my eyes.
"Texas. She'll be back on Friday." I had a number of questions for her, but figured she talk when she was ready. I didn't think this was going to be a case of her ripping her clothes off and shouting 'Take me! Take me now!' I sat on the arm of our sofa and waited silently.
Molly nodded to herself as if having an internal discussion. She then sat at the opposite end of the sofa. Looking down, she began to talk.
"I almost didn't come over here. I've wanted to talk to you ever since that night... but I was afraid of rushing things. I also had to be sure we could talk without Martin or Anne getting the wrong idea."
