I had a week off and this was my first day. It was a very pleasant spring day and I was already bored. Bored, bored, bored. My parents were at work, my boyfriend was at work, and I was currently stuck with a week off and so not at work. I was also starting to feel hungry but couldn't be bothered making myself a meal. The solution was obviously to take a stroll down to the village and grab something to eat at the café. It would also give me a chance to chat with a few friends there, as long as I didn't interrupt their work. If I was lucky one of the local shops might be looking for a part time worker.
The village was a couple of miles away by road but, and it was a big but, less than half a mile if you took the track down the mountain. Not wanting to use the car and far too lazy to ride a bike for a couple of miles I was going to simply stroll down the track. Fifteen minutes and I would be at the village and ready to eat.
I set off down the track. I'd only gone a hundred yards or so when someone appeared out of nowhere, right in front of me. I said something along the lines of, "Eep," and took a step back.
"Ah, Pauline," said Brett. "Did I scare you? Sorry. I didn't see you until I stepped onto the path."
"Not scared me so much as startled me," I said with a bit of a giggle. Brett was the local heart-throb, six foot tall, slender, blonde hair, and incredibly handsome. All the girls around dreamt about him. I had to admit that I was no exception, even though I had a boyfriend.
"Been a while since I've talked to you," Brett said. "You've grown quite a bit, and very nicely, I might add. How old are you now? Sixteen?"
"Get out of it," I said, giving him a small back-handed slap to his chest. "I'm eighteen now and I'm damned sure you know that."
"Oh, that's right. Almost my age. Keep growing and we'll soon both be the same age."
"Fool," I said, a giggle still in my voice.
"I should have realised how old you were when I saw how nicely you've developed."
To emphasise just how nicely I'd developed he reached out and bounced one of my breasts in his hand.
"Don't do that," I reprimanded, the effect being somewhat spoilt by me giggling some more.
"Okay," he said. "Ah, is this allowed?"
The rotten man reached over and bounced my other breast.
"No. You're not supposed to touch either of them," I informed him, feeling slightly breathless and still with a bit of a giggle in my voice.
"I just thought that as they were pointing at me they wanted my attention."
"They are not pointing at you," I pointed out.
"Um, yes, they are," he promptly contradicted. "See?"
He reached out with both hands this time, fingers pressing against my nipples, nipples which were making little tents on my blouse. Damn - of all the days not to wear a bra.
"That's just a reaction to you touching me in the first place," I quickly explained, at the same time hastily pushing his hands away.
"That's interesting," he said, all smiles. "So if I don't touch them they'll relax again?"
All I could do was give a nervous giggle. Him standing that close to be and trying to play with my breasts sort of had an effect on me.
"Anyway, I have to be getting on," I said, trying to sound firm.
"Plenty of time," said Brett. "I'm sure there's no great rush. I was just curious about something."
"What?" I was silly enough to ask.
"If your nipples would still react if instead of touching them with my hands I touched them with my eyes."
"What?" I asked a lot more loudly.
I should have been checking up on my blouse. Brett calmly pulled the two sides of my blouse apart, letting my breasts spill free. I hadn't noticed that when he handled my breasts he'd also flicked some buttons open.
"Brett!" I exclaimed, finding my giggles were once more getting the better of me.
I grabbed at my blouse to do it up. Brett had other ideas as he grabbed at my wrists. I missed and he didn't. He held my hands away letting him look his fill at my breasts. Even if they are my breasts I have to say that they're a very nice pair. Plump, nicely rounded, and nicely shaped, each one more than a handful for Brett. Also with nipples that were nicely erect, not that I wanted then to be like that just then.
"Are you going to insist on hands off?" he asked and I quickly nodded.
"Okay. If that's what you want."
He pushed my hands behind my back which had the side effect of moving me closer to him.
"Look, ma, no hands," he said with a mocking grin, and his mouth closed over a nipple.
I couldn't even push him away, what with my hands held behind my back. Just saying stop that achieved nothing. The only reason he stopped suckling on my nipple was because he wanted to change nipples.
When he finally stopped my nipples were red and wet and my breasts felt plumper than ever. I was prepared to swear that I'd just gone up a full size.
"If you don't mind?" I said, somewhat breathlessly, trying to pull away from him.
"If I don't mind what?" he asked.
"I'd like to do up my blouse again."
"Oh, in that case I do mind. I'd like to take a picture of you just the way you are."
"What!? Not happening," I said very emphatically.
"Oh, I realise that. I just said I'd like to take a photo."
He released my hands, his own hands dropping down still around me, stopping at waist level. Hands on his chest I tried to push him away.
"God, you're just a big lummox," I snapped. "Move."
