I didn't get in as early as I wanted to the next morning; my wife had kept me up late arguing about this and that. She never missed an opportunity to yell at me.
When I arrived there was a weird buzz in the air, the entire office was acting strangely.
Tim, our top sales guy, motioned me frantically into his office. Some other guys were already in with him – it was standing room only, in fact. They were all snickering like teenagers.
"What's up?" I asked, a nervous feeling creeping over me.
"This," he said shoving his cellphone in front of me. I looked at the small display and my blood went cold. It was a photograph, grainy and small, of Millie sitting in her chair just as I had left her last night. Her naked, sagging breasts were stretched across her brown belly, her skirt was still tied around her waist and her legs were bare and spread wide. The wet puddle between her legs was clearly visible.
"I got in early today," Tim was explaining between snickers, "And I found her like that."
I took the phone from him and stared at the tiny display,
"Good 'ole Millie," one of the younger guys was saying, "Who'da thunk it?"
"She musta been doing herself and got carried away," added another.
"What did she do when she saw you?" a third guy asked Tim.
"She started hooping and hollering," Tim told us, "So I just got outta there fast. It was more than my eyes could take."
"How 'bout her hooters?" the guy pressed on, "Big as shit, huh?"
"They're pretty big," Tim admitted, "But they're old – she's old. She's gotta be 60 or something!"
"Then what?"
"She took off," Tim continued, "She wasn't mad or anything. I didn't say nothing to her. She doesn't know I took the picture, though."
My finger pressed the delete button and the picture was gone. I handed the phone back to him.
"What the-" he groaned, "Why did you do that?"
I walked out of Tim's office, my thoughts were swirling and I didn't know which way to go or what to do. I dropped heavily into my chair and reached for the company directory. I found Millie's home number and dialed it.
"It's me," I said the moment she answered, "Are you okay?"
"Sure, baby boy," she told me, but I wasn't convinced, "A little embarrassed, but I'm fine. I probably made his day. I bet he ain't never seen boobs like mine before."
I had to agree with her, her tits were incredible. They were an uneven brown with dark nipples that stuck out like thumbs. Huge and heavy, but narrowing closer to her chest, they were smoother than you would expect. Strapped into her bra, they hung low but firm on her chest, but when released they sagged and flopped crazily to the sides of her round belly.
"I need to see you," I told her, "Today."
Millie gave me directions to her apartment and I hung up the phone. I gave my boss a lame excuse and strolled toward the door. As I passed Tim's office I could see the guys were still in there yucking it up.
"Would you do her?" I heard one ask.
"Hell, no," said another, "That old pussy hasn't had fresh dick in a long time!"
"Yeah," laughed another, "But those sure are some big tits."
It took me about twenty minutes to get to her complex. Millie lived in a pretty nice area. I guess she was getting paid decently enough. She should be; she had been with the company forever.
I found her door, apartment 304, and knocked softly. Millie answered almost immediately and greeted me warmly. Without another word she ushered me in.
She was wearing a large, very large, white cotton shirt. It was untucked and fell almost to her knees. The top four or five buttons were undone, but even without the impressive view of her long cleavage, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her breasts were in constant motion as we walked through the apartment. They hung almost to her navel and her black nipples were visible through the white cotton.
Tight, pale green leggings and an old pair of slippers completed her outfit. It occurred to me that, other than naked, I had only ever seen her in a sweater and skirt.
We came to a stop in the kitchen and she turned to face me. Before she could say a word I was on her. I kissed her passionately and she returned the heat. My hands were exploring her and I pushed her back against the countertop. Our tongues were wrestling and her hands dug into my hair and scalp. I rubbed her heavy tits through the soft material and she moaned.
Still kissing, my hands fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. In moments I had pulled it open revealing her dancing breasts. I fell on them hungrily, taking them in my hands and mouth like a man possessed.
With some effort, Millie pulled me from her chest and guided me by the hand to her bedroom. I'd like to say it was an incredible, sexy and feminine room, but it wasn't. It was a mess. There were magazines and dirty clothes strewn about the floor and the furniture, even at first glance, was a mixed-matched lot.
