I had known Emily since she was a baby. I watched her grow from a young child to an exuberant teen and finally to a very sexy young adult. Yes she was half my age, and to be honest, when she was an 18-year-old gymnast, there were times that I had less than wholesome thoughts about her, but as every father thinking things like that about their kid's friends, I kept them well to myself. I suspect that as she grew into her early twenties, those full body hugs she gave me, the ones where she couldn't seem help but press her hips tight to mine, were an indication that she had picked up on those hidden desires.
Over the years I watched her grow, and yes, fill out, till she was quite a sexy looking young woman. At only five thee, and barely over a hundred pounds, she was extremely petite, but her chest had filled out into full C cup. A fact which I was frequently reminded of as she continued to give me full body hugs every time we met. If that meeting was alone, those hugs seemed to last much longer and I often wondered if it was my imagination that she hugged tighter or that she ground her hips into my quickly growing hardon.
One thing I was sure of, was that those alone hugs were more than long enough for her to feel that hardon pressing against her body. The hardon caused by the tingles sent through my body by her obviously hard nipples. I pulled her as tight to me as she did, not wanting to miss a moment, and at the same time, not wanting her to realize just how much desire there was to undress her and explore her petite body with my lips. Another thing that I was never quite sure of, was how many of the couple dozen "flashes" that I received in the last few years were accidental. There were times that I swore they had to be intentional. Coming out after a shower without a towel while I was working on something to help her mom, or a bikini top "slipping" out of place. I got more flashes of her body than I could actually chalk up to accidental events.
Now that she is married and starting her family, those hugs are a thing of the past. I still got hugs, but now those hugs were from the side, pressing her substantially larger milk filled tits into my side instead of into my chest. Not that it made my dick any less hard, I mean I kind of have a thing for sexy milk filled tits, and hers definitely fell in that category. But Em was my wife's best friend's daughter, my daughter's good friend, and my son's best friend's sister. With all that in the way there was no way I was going to even hint at what was in my mind, not to mention the significant age difference.
So over the years I let the desire stay hidden away, but still always there. This day though, those desires bubbled toward the surface as both she and I attended a float trip including all of our direct and extended families.
Em showed up in a very skimpy black string bikini, her body looking incredible considering that it had been less than a year since she had given birth. I presumed that the bikini was to show off just how well toned and shaped she had gotten her body back into. I know that I certainly appreciated her showing off all her curves, including her breasts which wiggled so enticingly in the barely adequate black top. Throughout the day I did my best to keep my cock down while also trying to peak at what she was showing.
I assumed it was my imagination, but it seemed to me that her breasts were actually growing as the day progressed. Either that or the black triangles of material covering part of them and attempting to hold them in place were shrinking. By the time we got off the river for the day and the tents set up there was no doubt what was going on. I felt almost stupid at not having thought about it before. She hadn't brought her daughter, leaving her with grandma, who didn't want to come canoeing, and her breasts were quite literally brimming with milk. The wet spots on the front of the triangles of cloth were the clear indication that finally brought it to mind. I watched her walk off toward the bathrooms wearing her tiny black top and a pair of satin looking workout shorts as I headed to where the cook grills were being lit.
After hanging around the grills for a while, I headed to the bathrooms to take care of my own relief, wondering if it was going to be private enough to get the other kind of relief I needed or if I was going to have to slip off into the woods that were just behind the bathrooms.
As it turned out, they were not at all private enough for what I needed to take care of, and was exiting the bathrooms to duck into the tree line for a few moments to relieve the load that had been building all day. With my mind already intent on that action, I guess I wasn't paying attention and nearly walked into Em as she came out of the ladies side.
"Oh shit. Sorry Em!" I muttered, stopping just short of bumping into her.
"Not a problem Mister C." She replied with a smile on her face, using the same name for me she most of her life. "Where were you headed?"
"Uh.... Back to the camp site." I answered, my mind not fully engaged yet.
"The sites are back that way." She said with a crooked grin forming on her face. She leaned closer and whispered to me, "Looks to me like you were going someplace else."
"Huh? Why would you say that?" I asked, startled that not only was it obvious to her, but she was being brazen enough to say so.
"Oh, just a hunch." She said as she took hold of the waist band of my swim suit and pulled on it, stepping backwards to lead me around the corner of the bathrooms toward the back side. She held her finger to her lips and guided me quietly to the more secluded side. "You know. I have a really hard time expressing enough milk so my breasts don't hurt when I don't have baby around. Would you mind helping me?" She whispered as she reached behind her neck and untied the string holding the top up. The two black triangles of material fell away from her body, catching with the loop around her back and hanging at her waist, her full round breasts more fully on display for me than I had ever seen before.
I really couldn't help myself, my hands took on a life of their own as they reached out and cupped each magnificent breast, my thumbs rubbing back and forth across each erect nipple, making them dimple her dark areola as they bent to and fro.
"ohhhh god." She whispered as her hands fumbled with the knot on the string holding my swim suit around me. "I have wanted you to touch me like this for so long."
