It was a fine Friday afternoon and I had the afternoon off. I was home by twelve thirty and decided to do a few chores around the house. Only minor thing, like tightening the toilet roll holder and putting on a new door handle, but things I'd been putting off. I had all the bits and pieces I required, so why not?
I spent an industrious hour or so, catching up on all those annoying little things. Along the way I gathered up several tools that belonged to Ward, my next-door neighbour. Finished with my own stuff I grabbed Ward's things and wandered next door to leave them for him.
I didn't expect Ward to be home but, on the off-chance that he or Sharon, his wife, were, I banged on the back door. I guess Sharon must have been close to the door because I'd barely finished knocking when she opened it.
"Rory," she greeted me. "What brings you here hammering on the door? A fire, perhaps?"
"Oh, come on," I protested. "All I did was knock politely. I've been doing some stuff at home and found that I had a few of Wards things so I figured to return them."
"If that was a polite knock I'd hate to hear what you considered an urgent one. Bring the tools in. You can dump them on that table over there."
She indicated a small table in the back room.
"Ah, I can take them out to the shed," I offered but Sharon promptly shook her head.
"No, you can't. You know how he gets when someone puts his tools away in the wrong place and you're just the sort of person to deliberately put them in the wrong place. The table will suffice."
I'd probably been insulted but it was true I tended to file things any old how on the principle I could always find it again. Ward, on the other hand, could probably find any of his tools blind-folded, knowing exactly where they all were.
I put the tools on the table and Sharon asked if I'd like a cup of coffee. I assented and followed her into the kitchen. While following her I took out my phone, turned on the camera to video record, and tucked it into my shirt pocket, the lens busy picking up the scene in front of me.
You're probably wondering why I started filming. It's like this. Sharon is twenty three, I think. She's a natural blond with blue eyes and a flawless complexion. She seems to be quite fit and has an excellent figure. Her breasts, by my best guess, were 34C, and very nicely shaped.
How can I know that last for sure? Like I said earlier, it was a fine day, meaning warm and sunny. Sharon was at home and so hadn't bothered with a bra. She was also wearing a blouse that buttoned up the front and her top two buttons were undone, giving a view of a bit more cleavage that I suspect she knew. What I was certain she didn't know was that the two buttons after the one that was done up had popped open, effectively leaving her breasts on display. Not fully, or at all times, but as she moved her breasts would move around and every so often one would pop fully into view, perky nipple on display.
I suppose a gentleman would have mentioned her buttons. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the scenery and made sure my camera was catching it.
We sat and enjoyed the coffee, talking about nothing in particular, although the subject of politics did come up. Normally my politics were at odds with Sharon's but currently we were in full agreement about the stupid decisions being made by Dictator Dan, our beloved Governor. I was also all in favour of the way she took a deep breath when talking about him, outrage in her bearing and her breasts thrust forward. That was one of the occasions when both nipples came out of hiding.
It was also the time that she caught me looking and hurriedly looked down to ensure she was covered. She could see the button that was done up but not below that as her own breasts were in the way. Still, she thoughtfully did up another button, reducing the amount of cleavage, giving me a rather cool look while she did so.
"What is it with men?" she asked. "You see a bit of boob and you can't tear your eyes away."
"It's the curves," I told her. "We see the curves and just naturally think how well they match our hands. It's a case of if we can see it we want to touch it. If women don't want us touching them they should hide them."
"It's our fault that you have no self-control?"
"Not really, but it makes a magnificent excuse. If you blame the victim long enough and loud enough they tend to think it is their fault and we get off free."
"That's just insulting."
"Probably so, but would you really object if I touched what you have on open display?"
"Seeing I don't have anything on open display the point is moot. Ah, that means it doesn't apply and would be disputable if it did."
"Thank you for letting me know, me being rather ignorant," I said with a grin. I rose to my feet and moved around to where she was sitting, indicating that she should stand up. She did so and I took advantage.
"So if the point wasn't moot, would you permit this?" I asked, my hands moving up to where her blouse gaped open, closing over those lovely breasts.
Sharon made a yelping sound and took a hasty step backwards. Unfortunately her chair was still behind her so she found herself sitting rather abruptly, the sudden movement popping open those last two buttons, her breasts now fully on display.
"What the hell?" she gasped, holding the blouse closed in front of her.
"I thought you knew and were deliberately teasing me," I said innocently.
"Knew what?" was the yelled response.
"That all your lower buttons were undone and your lovely breasts were on display. Well, most of them. It was fascinating to what how your nipples would take turns peeping out from behind the blouse, only to scurry into hiding when you moved."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Now, Sharon, do I look like a fool? You have lovely breasts and I thoroughly enjoyed looking at them. How about taking your blouse off so I can see them both at once?"
"You are a fool if you think I'll do any such thing. You're never seeing them again if I have my way."
"Ah, well, I guess it doesn't matter. I'll just have to remember what they looked like. If I need to refresh my memory I'll just look at the video." I tapped the pocket that the phone was in.
"Video?" She sounded slightly hunted.
"Mm. I started it running as soon as I came in. I expect I'll have a fascinating show."
"You delete that. Now!"
"Take off your blouse," I replied.
She blushed and glared at me.
"All right," she said, sounding most put upon. "If I take off my blouse will you delete that video?"
"Deal," I agreed.
She slipped off the blouse and dropped it onto the table. I admired her breasts. They truly were works of art.
"Aphrodite herself would be envious of breasts like those," I told her. "You truly are remarkably lovely."
She blushed slightly. I was interested to see her breasts appear to have swollen slightly. Her nipples had definitely peaked, standing out and waiting (or should that be wanting?) to be touched.
I withdrew my phone and stopped the video running. I then saved it to my library and followed up by deleting it. With a bit of luck my recovery program would find it and restore it, but for now it was gone.
