Mable's Breasts

Friday morning dawned and I awoke from a very restless night, consumed with anxiety over spending the night with Mable.

Last night, after dinner, Mable had telephoned me, anxious and concerned as to how things had gone that afternoon with Eleanor. At that time, I was buoyant with the knowledge of the videos in my possession and was looking forward to surprising her with them. I told her all went well, and that she had been absolutely right about Eleanor. I smiled as I kept her hanging in suspense, telling her I would give her more details when I came over.

It wasn't until we signed off and said goodnight that the overwhelming sense of panic descended on me. It happened when Mable said, "Goodnight, baby. I'll see you tomorrow evening."

Now, lying in bed on Friday morning, all I could think of was how I would be spending the night with Mable, and that we were going to have sex. Beyond that one single, all-consuming thought, I could hardly think at all. I had no idea whatsoever how it all would finally happen or what would happen afterward. It was that uncertainty and ambiguity that had me tense and uneasy.

Other than those few intimacies I had already shared with Mable, I had no other sexual experiences to draw from. As well, all of those previous intimacies had been moderately brief, and I had always had the safety net of only having a short amount of time to spend with Mable before having to hurry home. Now, I was faced with the prospect of spending the entire night with her and, if I were to be completely honest with myself about it, I was nervous as hell and even a little fearful.

School passed in a complete daze that day. It wasn't until John had slapped me on my back as we were leaving, that a sense of reality began to set in. "See you around seven," he smiled. "And don't forget your headset mic."

I spent a long time in the shower after dinner, scrubbing my body assiduously, especially my privates and deep into the cleft of my buttocks and anus. I wanted to be especially clean and fresh smelling for Mable.

I paced like a caged animal around the house after showering. As filled with anxiety as I was, the time just seemed to crawl. The plan was to meet the guys at John's house at seven, make my excuses, and then to meet Mable between seven and eight. By 5:30, I was almost squirming with pent up anxiety.

Finally, at 6:00 pm, I could stand it no longer. I grabbed up my laptop and gaming equipment, stuffed them into my backpack and said goodnight to my mother.

"What time will you be home?" She called from the kitchen as I was about to exit from the front door.

"I'm not sure," I answered doing my best to act casual. "We usually go for a breakfast burrito or something after. So, I guess maybe eight or nine."

"Wait," she called again as I was about to close the door. She met me at the door and gave me a brief hug and a kiss on my cheek. "Is everything okay with you?" She asked, a look of mild concern on her face, as she affectionately brushed her fingers through my hair. "You've been acting really strange all evening."

I smiled, hoping to ease her mind. "Nah, I'm good," I said. "It's just thinking about the damn game is all."

"Are you wearing cologne?" She asked bending to smell my cheek.

"Yeah...um, I nicked myself when I shaved," I managed to stammer. "So, I put after-shave on to take the sting out."

Mom frowned, her intuition probably telling her something in my world was not quite right. "All right," she said with a sigh, "You guys have a good time...And don't be too late tomorrow morning and make me worry."

"Not to worry, Mom," I said. "See you in the morning."

Mom nodded, her brow still creased with concern as she closed the door.

I made my way to John's house, my mind so full of Mable and spending the night with her that I arrived without even remembering the walk.

"Hey, man, you're early," said John with a smile as he opened the door. "Come on in...we just finished dinner."

He led me down to the basement where we usually carried out our dungeons and raids together. Once there, I turned to him. "Listen, man...I can't stay," I said.

"What? What are you talking about?" He asked with a look of incredulity. "We had this all planned. Why the hell can't you stay?"

"I...um...actually, man, I have a date," I said.

"A date?" He frowned, folding her arms over his chest. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his face was wreathed in smiles. "You mean with a GIRL? You've finally got a date with a girl?"

I nodded and smiled, feeling my cheeks warming.

"Okay, okay," he said, continuing to smile. "No harm, no foul. It's an all-nighter here, so just come on over after your damn date."

I shook my head, "I'm sorry, man. I...um...won't be able to." I stammered uncomfortably.

John's smile faded and he looked at me curiously. "Why the fuck not? It's not like your date is going to..." His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Holy fuck," he gasped. "Is this an overnight date? Are you spending the night with somebody?"

Again, I nodded, my cheeks beginning to burn.

"Who is it with?" He asked, grinning widely. "Come on, man...you can't just bail out on us like this and leave us hanging without at least telling me who you're spending the night with."

"I...can't tell you her name," I said. "It's actually...a woman that I did some computer work for, one of my clients."

"Wait..." He gasped, grasping my arm and pulling me over to sit on the sofa. "A WOMAN? Holy fuck, man."

I nodded, wishing I had had the presence of mind to have not used that term.

"Holy fucking shit!" He exclaimed with a broad smile as he shook his head. "And what? You're going to spend the night with this woman...at her place?"

Again, I nodded. John smiled and bit his lip, holding up his hand for a high-five. "Wow," he said, looking at me with something akin to respect. "Okay, then. I guess the rest of us will just have to muddle through the dungeon without you."

"Thanks, man," I smiled, patting his shoulder as I stood to leave. He followed me to the door. "Hey, listen," he said, grabbing my arm and keeping his voice low. "I want to hear all the details on Monday," he said with a leer and a wink.

I nodded and smiled, knowing in my heart I would do no such thing. He'd get over it eventually.

Just in case John might be watching me out his window, I walked away from Mable's apartment complex until I was out of his line of sight and then doubled back a block away.

My heart was pounding as I ascended the stairs to her apartment just as the evening reached full dusk. I stood on the landing in front of her door and turned to watch as the final glow from the sun faded behind the mountains. I took several deep breaths to calm my nerves and knocked softly on her door.

Mable opened the door with a flourish, smiling warmly and completely dispelling every ounce of anxiety I had been feeling by stepping out of her apartment to embrace me warmly, crushing her body against mine. "Oh, honey," she murmured, her lips close to my ear, "I'm SO glad you're finally here."

She wore a knee-length, black satin robe, complemented with a pair of black patent-leather pumps. As she had stepped from her apartment to greet me, I couldn't help but notice the heavy sway of her breasts beneath the sleek fabric, nor the soft billowing crush of her breasts against my chest as she embraced me.

The sound of applause came from her television and Mable pulled away with a smile. "Quick, get in here," she said excitedly, grasping my arm and pulling me inside. "Jeopardy is on and it's final jeopardy. Our Vegas guy is just about to win again." She helped me off with my backpack and set it on the floor beside the door, then took my hand and led me to the sofa where we held hands and watched in fascination as our local Vegas champion came through to put his total winnings at well over two million dollars.

Pleased by the outcome of the program, Mable switched off the television with the remote. "How about some wine?" She offered with a smile.

"Sure," I returned, with a nod.

"All right...while I get the wine, why don't you make yourself more comfortable? There's another robe, just like this one I'm wearing, on the back of the bathroom door. So, let's get you out of all these restrictive clothes and into something much more comfortable, shall we? Because tonight is all about being comfortable and relaxing with one another.

I nodded, watching her as she walked away and admiring her plush, shapely calves and the sway of her wide hips and shapely buttocks. I shook my head, thinking I ought to pinch myself to make sure this wasn't just some kind of elaborate dream. I was HERE, alone with her in her apartment, and all of this was really happening. I glanced around and noticed, for the first time, how intimately Mable had set the tone of the evening. Soft indirect lighting permeated the room with a rosy hue, and an electric, wall-mounted fireplace added to the warmth and cozy ambiance. What a perfect setting for a romantic evening.

I made my way to the bathroom and quickly removed my clothes, folding them with care and placing them on the counter beside the sink. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, feeling deliciously lewd to be completely naked in Mable's apartment. I slipped into the black robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, smiling to know it was a match for the one Mable was wearing. The sensation of the sleek satin material against my skin sent shivers of pleasure through me. So sensual was the material against my skin that I was compelled to do some mental aerobics to keep my cock from becoming completely erect as I made my way back to the living room.

Mable was waiting for me on the sofa with a bottle of wine and two glasses. As I approached, she poured the wine and smiled as she handed me a glass. We clinked our glasses together and sipped. It was excellent wine, nicely sweet and it burned warmly in my stomach.

"So," she said, reclining back onto the sofa and crossing her legs, "tell me how your friends reacted when you told them you couldn't stay."

"Well...John was the only one there when I arrived," I answered, sipping my wine once more. "And he was kind of pissed at me at first. But, when I told him I had a date with someone, he kind of warmed up to the idea. I don't feel all that bad about it, those guys are all good players and can do just fine on the game without me."

"I'm glad," she smiled, "because I'm really happy to have you all to myself tonight." She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and then smiled and touched my cheek affectionately. "Are you nervous at all about spending the night here with me?" She asked.

I paused for a moment before answering, "Yeah, I guess maybe I am, a little bit," I answered honestly with a self-conscious smile.

Mable leaned close, bending to kiss my lips lightly, "You trust me?" She asked, looking into my eyes. I nodded, and she smiled, "Good, then believe me when I tell you...you have nothing at all to be nervous about tonight. I'm here, and I got you. And I won't let you fall."

She kissed me a second time and I felt my anxiety fade away. "Oh," she said as if something had just occurred to her. "I have something to show you that I'm hoping you'll like."

I smiled, "What is it?"

"Well, this afternoon, while I was shaving my legs, I kind of got a little carried away." As she spoke, she pulled the bottom of her robe open to reveal she had shaved her entire pubic area smooth.

"Oh, my God, Mable," I gasped, "that is SO hot." I couldn't take my eyes from her smoothly shaved lips.

She laughed girlishly and covered herself with her robe almost shyly. "I was hoping you'd feel that way. I like the way it feels very much and I'm thinking I might even keep it this way."

"I think that is such a sexy look for a woman," I said, exceptionally pleased that she had done it.

"And, speaking of sexy women," said Mable, setting her glass aside and looking at me intently, "I'm very curious to hear how your session with Eleanor went this afternoon."

I couldn't help but smile, which caused Mable to raise one eyebrow in curiosity. "What? Did she come on to you?"

I nodded. "Well..." I smiled, "she DID show me her boobs. Does that count?"

Mable's jaw dropped slightly, and she frowned. "Okay..." She said, drawing out the word slowly. "And pray tell how did THAT happen? If you don't mind me asking."

I nodded, "It kind of came out of nowhere," I said. "We were just talking while she was getting her purse to pay me, and she kept asking me questions about you."

"Me?" Said Mable, looking surprised.

I nodded. "She asked me right out if you and I were sleeping together. When I told her no, she kind of laughed and said that you must have at least shown me your boobs though. That surprised the hell out of me, and, when I didn't answer right away, she just laughed again and said something like, 'Of course she did, I can see it in your eyes.'"

Mable nodded, then shook her head. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's my fault she knows that about me. I had too much to drink one night at a company party and I made the mistake of confiding in her how I had exposed myself that way a couple of times."

Ah, I thought, so that's how she knew.

"But go on," she prodded as I paused to sip my wine. "Please continue."

"There's not much more to it," I said. "After she said that, she just pulled open her blouse...and asked me how her boobs compared to yours."

Mable laughed and shook her head, "God, that woman never ceases to surprise me. Was that the extent of it, or was there more?"

"No, that was pretty much it. I told her I thought she had very nice boobs, and then she covered up and I left pretty soon afterward."

Mable sighed, "Well, at least you can't say I didn't warn you to be careful around her."

I pursed my lips, "I think..." I began slowly, "I found out something that kind of shows just how slutty she can really be."

Mable set down her drink and looked into my eyes, "What are you saying? Do you know something I don't?"

"Yeah...I kinda do," I nodded. "When I was working on her computer, I found a bunch of video files she had on her drive."

"Oh?" Said Mable, raising her brows.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I found the ones you told me about that were made at your company Christmas party, and..."

"What?" She interrupted with a gasp. "Are you saying you actually found that video on her computer?"

I nodded. "Yeah, at least I'm pretty sure. There were actually two of them. I only looked through one very quickly to see if it might be the one you told me about..."

"Wait," she gasped, interrupting me once more, "You actually SAW the video?"

"Kind of, I mean, I didn't watch the whole thing, just fast-forwarded to different spots to see if it might be the one you told me about. But I didn't just SEE it..." I said with a smile, "I actually made copies of them onto my flash drive."

Mable's eyes widened and she burst out laughing. "Oh, my god! You're my HERO! Do you have them here with you? Can I see them?"

In answer, I stood and retrieved my backpack, pulling out my laptop and my flash drive and placing them on the coffee table in front of us. I booted the computer, stuck the drive into the port and opened the folder containing the videos. I then opened the first video, the one I had previously looked at.

Mable scooted closer to me and leaned toward the laptop screen as the video began. Mable gasped softly to see Eleanor having sex with three men simultaneously. She sat astride one man, his cock in her vagina, while another knelt behind her and used her anally. All the while, she was sucking a third man's cock as two other men stood in the background stroking their erections and waiting their turn.

"Oh, my god...that's Harold...and Bob from accounting...and Larry, our maintenance guy." Said Mable with openmouthed astonishment.

The man in her anus finished and stepped away and his place was quickly taken by another who bent and thrust his erection into her.

"Holy shit!" Exclaimed Mable with a laugh, covering her wide-open mouth with her hand, "That's Mark, the CEO of the entire company."

We watched together as the CEO of her company rammed his cock forcefully into Eleanor's anus and began thrusting rapidly, making her body shake with each impact. Eleanor cried out in pleasure with each powerful thrust, her voice muffled by the penis in her mouth.

"Oh, my god," said Mable in complete astonishment. "I can't believe I'm really seeing this."

The camera zoomed in on Eleanor's face to show how semen was dripping from her mouth and oozing down the shaft of the man's erection as he ejaculated into her mouth. He stepped away and she smiled and wiped her chin as another man stepped up to replace him. The camera pulled back to show the CEO pulling out of Eleanor's anus and then zooming in once more to show his semen leaking from her and flowing in a long stream from her anus, down to the other man's erection, who was still lying beneath her. She rolled off of that man and onto her back, spreading her legs for yet another man who stepped from the shadows.

Mable and I both gasped to see Michael, the same Michael that had been my new computer client just the day before, insinuate his body between Eleanor's legs and begin to fuck her unbridled enthusiasm while she turned her head to suck on another man's cock. Michael finished very quickly and stood up for the camera to zoom in on Eleanor's dripping vagina. The camera quickly moved away for several seconds of rapid blurred movement, stopping on Eleanor's face as the man she had been blowing pulled out and ejaculated over her face as she smiled delightedly for the camera, and the video ended.

Mable was completely silent for several moments. "Okay...two things," she said. "First, I can't believe I just saw Michael fucking Eleanor. I mean, they sat right here, side by side, just the other day and neither of them gave even the slightest indication that they had EVER been intimate with one another." She paused once more and took a sip of her wine. "Secondly...When it comes to sex, my god, Eleanor is certainly one astonishingly sleazy woman."

She took another large swallow of her wine. "Okay...three things actually. That REALLY turned me on." She reached over and gently pressed her fingertips against my robe directly over my erection and smiled. "I see it had the same effect on you too."

"That WAS pretty hot," I admitted, trying to act casual about her hand lying over my erection. "I hadn't seen all of this one until just now. There's another one, I think from a different Christmas party."

"Can you show me that one too?" She asked, with a smile, her cheeks pink with excitement.

I leaned forward to close the first video and open the second. The second video was very similar to the first, just in a different room. As with the first video, it featured a very naked Eleanor with several men.

Mable leaned forward with interest, naming each of the men as they appeared in the video. She scooted from the sofa onto the floor in front of the coffee table to be closer to the computer screen, laying her arm over my thighs and leaning into me. The second video was more of a one-on-one gangbang scenario. Eleanor reclined back onto a red vinyl lounge chair with her legs raised high in the air as, one after another, each man took a turn with her. I counted eight men in all and at least two of them had even taken a second turn with her. The camera zoomed in at the end to show semen flowing copiously from Eleanor's vagina onto the vinyl lounge chair, where her entire buttocks were lying in a huge pool of semen. The video ended with a close-up of Eleanor's face where she attended to two men with her mouth. The men came simultaneously, and Eleanor's mouth was literally inundated with semen that poured down over her chin.