Based on three actual ladies, whom with I have had many laughs, with their husbands along.
All three magnificently blessed in the nicest possible way.
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Recuperating at home after a traumatic event which had laid me sort of bed bound, which my wife Corinne and I loosely translated from hospital speak to mean bed rest. I was happily catching up on catchup TV some sports events and some not so sporting programmes like Naked Attraction, which luckily for me, and because my wife wouldn't watch them, were on late night schedules. The lounge was my domain for about three days, and with complete disregard for tidiness and what would the neighbours and guests think in Corinne's words, was littered with a bottle of Hendricks Gin, slices of cucumber and handy access to the freezer through to the kitchen for ice, a box of tissues, library books, newspapers, empty coffee cups and general household detritus.
My drinking buddies called in regularly, bemoaning the fact I wasn't going to the pub nearby for a our pints and old gits chat to put the world to right on a weekly routine. That time would return, they and I knew, but for a week or so rest and in my case, be lazy was the order of every day.
"Hi Del," a female voice shouted from the front door which I knew Corinne had opened as she was just leaving to attend a meeting for the afternoon at a village hall, some fifty miles away and carrying bundles of files down from her office upstairs. She was treasurer of the committee.
"Is that you sweetie?" was my usual greeting to the various female friends and acquaintances we shared in various sport and other activities. I hadn't a clue who was calling. Obviously not for Corinne and my wife answered from halfway down the stairs.
"Hi Denise, he's in the lounge - as usual these days," came the jokey reply, which I sort of resented as if she was implying I was forever in the front room and being lazy. I do my bit!
Denise bustled through, I was already on a high, as the woman in her mid fifties is a lovely natured nurse at the hospital where I had been sorted recently and while she's on the maternity wards, she always found time to pop in and see me in the orthopedic department. To see Denise in full flow, marching into the ward, full matron's uniform like Hattie Jacques without her enormity in body but with and this is a big with...a magnificent bosom, was a wondrous vision. Denise is only about five feet four, yes - wide motherly hips, but slim shapely legs and ankles.
Her and her husband Brian are also friends of ours via a group we belong to and have various one day meets in set venues or weekends away. All based on our love of classic cars and in just the three of us knowledge, Corinne in the dark, I'd loaned him a lump of cash to get them out of a hole.
My wife went off for the day leaving me odds and sods of minor easy chores and some snack stuff for lunch. Denise's smart dark, semi fitted, blue, front buttoned patterned blouse over a navy blue, knee length, pencil skirt, nylon clad legs and two inch heeled court shoes was mature taste personified. Her fair hair was part grey flecked, shoulder length and casually curled. She stopped to kiss me and put some fruit on the table.
"I was just about to take my medication nurse," I giggled, holding up a box that contained 5 different pills, starting to rise from the chair. "All I need is to refill this glass of water I forgot."
"Sit down you daft bugger, let me do it for you," she chortled, grabbing the box, patting my shoulder and trotting off to the kitchen. On the way, she called out. "I've got a pressie for you darling, you've been so kind to us."
When she arrived back with a glass of water and the box and sat opposite, I was mystified and told her. The darling term was a norm between the ladies of the group and us men, so that didn't need any questioning or puzzlement.
"I know you and Brian are always ogling the girls at the shows. He tells me all about it, like you do with Cori..."
"No for Christs sake, I don't tell Corinne." I strongly interrupted. " She can be a bit stony about that sort of thing, I just keep it to myself ...and Brian of course," I snickered.
"OK if that's her thing, well Bri tells me what you mention about me, these for example."
With that she thrust out her bosom and cupped her tits in true showgirl fashion. My eyebrows shot up. There was a sign of lace at her cleavage, but I detected a stout brassiere beneath.
Now Denise is not a stunning lady looks wise, fairly plain, slightly flat chubby nose, weather beaten features, but nice eyes and a slim smile, not a lot of teeth shown. She doesn't wear a lot of make-up either. But as a package - there's no doubt I would! Know what I mean?
"Must admit they are a smashing pair Denise," I giggled. "What I've sort of seen, you know."
"You ain't seen nothing sunshine, give me a minute."
She remained standing and turned away from me after placing the water on a table nearby. She put my pill box on the mantle piece and I could see her hands and arms adjusting or doing something at her front. The blue patterned blouse remained on her shoulders but fell to her sides beneath her armpits. Denise fiddled more at the front and I saw a slightly bulkier piece of a garment budge away the blouse. She fiddled some more and then opened the box, removing some of the pills - I think - then concentrated quietly, I could only see her face in the mirror and then she turned to face me.
"Ta daaaa!" she exclaimed theatrically.
Bare sumptuous bosoms were held up and together with her hands, the massive dark brown nipples pointing at me like missiles. Oh how I'd love to be speared by them. She neared me and stooped slightly lower until I could make out what the pride on her face was illustrating. Along the five inches of a tight crease between her mammoth tits, were all five of my pills. She told me to take the glass of water and shuffle forward in my chair. I got the message - but I hadn't, reaching for them.
"No no Del, you have to take them individually, one by one, not using your hands," Denise chortled fruitily.
