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Kathy called when she was nearing town. I was waiting on the front steps, watching. I saw her coming around the corner in her big red van. Kathy was coming home.
Losing her husband took a big hit on her. She stayed where she was for almost two years then gave up. It was too much. A big empty house. Friends slowly shying away. We all went to visit and got her out to our houses and home here for visits. She seemed happy but I think we all knew it was put on. Her furniture arrived about a week ago. We unloaded what she wanted in the house and the rest we stored in a facility I found for her. She had plenty of money before the insurance but after she was 'comfortable' as they say.
She's 31 years old. I'm 61. She's my daughter. We hugged more than normal when she got out. She left it on the side of the house so we could unload everything. We took our time and it took two days. That girl knows how to pack a van. She learned that going to college and back home. She spent a week or three calling old friends and catching up. A couple of dates with early boyfriends. We slowly got back into a home routine, cooking and cleaning and entertainment and things. She seemed happier but still just that little bit off. She wasn't bitter, she wasn't that kind of woman. She was processing her life.
It was warm and one day she was fiddling around the house and had on little bitty shorts and a little halter top, like a bikini top. Her figure was fuller and with that top you could see the chest she had on her. She was always shy and reserved in the past. I didn't mind, of course, it was just it was revealing for her. I sure enjoyed her dressing that way. I guess it was because of married life. I don't think I ever thought of her and her husband in bed or that kind of thing. I don't know why, just never did. She didn't sit around in a daze. She's getting on with her life as I had to. I'm good. She's good.
We got in the pool and she played like a little girl. Diving and lapping and flopping around. I laughed and giggled and joined her and we finally had to rest and made plans and adjusted. She was going to stay until there was a need to leave. I understood. She might meet someone. I hoped so but she was in no hurry. We settled in together and a few months later we were in the thumper room, which is our rec room with benefits, like a big tv and speakers with a subwoofer and great music, all the stuff you accumulate over time. We were sitting with our feet up on the footstools.
She had on one of her halter tops as usual. They didn't cover all that much. I reached over and got a nipple between my fingers. It was very thin material and her nipples were always prominent. She looked up at me but she didn't say anything. I stopped and a couple of minutes later I did it again. I had my arm over her shoulder with my hand hanging down like a vulture.
She said, "Like nipples do you?"
I said, "Sure. Always liked nipples. I consider myself a nippleer."
She thought about it and said, "Ok."
We kept watching the dog show. She settled over with her head against me. It was one of those moments and I think we both knew that. Sometimes she wore a fuller halter top. It had strings up around her neck and way down around to her back. I think it was a habit of not wearing a bra. She was getting me used to it or letting me know that's the way she is. She wore a bra when we went out, which was a lot. Later I reached over to her nipple again. It was fun and besides I was trying to seduce her. I knew she wasn't going to let me but it was fun and I thought good for her. I liked nipples and breasts.
I made sure not to get them sore and let off and circled with my finger not touching the nipple. I did both nipples. Over the shoulder is comfortable and less invasive and easier to accept. The next week when I did that she learned forward and untied the strings in back and pulled the front out and let it fluff down. It was still tied around her neck so her breasts were still hidden but oh so accessible. That bordered on unbridled fun. Up under the halter top was up there with thrilling.
Both breasts were so smooth and expansive and inviting and alive and moving with her breath. My seduction was working. I had her in the palm of my hand. There's no telling the heights I would reach. She had an actual human being of the male type on some lady parts of status and she liked it and allowed it and let it go on and was enjoying it and she was home. I did a very slow massage of both of her breasts and nipples completely. None of this was that sexual in nature but more soothing and satisfying for both of us I think. She was probably letting me do this because she thought I needed it. That was fine, whatever works.
One afternoon the sun was in and out of the clouds and we were out beside the pool. Kathy had on a bikini like usual. She sat up and got her sun tan lotion and started on her legs up to her bikini bottom then did her neck and arms and shoulders and above her breasts and inside her top all over her breasts and on her back and sides and stomach. Then she stood up and turned around and rubbed all down inside on her buns and up her crack and her fingers got on down in then she turned around. That was fun to watch. Her fingers got everywhere down in her front. She didn't smile at me or any other expression just efficiently applied sun tan lotion. She really knew how to rub her fingers around. Wow. First time I've seen a woman do that.
One evening after some 'nippling', I said, "Kathy, what do you think about me doing that with your buns. Other than when you're using them to sit on or something. We can treat them like really large breasts and I can paint some nipples on with a marking pen or glue on some eraser tops from pencils."
"I'm a little surprised how much I like the feeling on my nipples," she said. "It was strange at first." She paused a couple moments and said, "I should tell you the feelings from my buns would be more sexual. It's always felt that way and it's something I look forward to out of habit. If you don't want to do that it's ok, I won't be that disappointed. Just thought I should let you know."
I squeezed her shoulder and we didn't talk about it anymore. A great movie came on about submarines. She's a marine designer and worked on small individual subassemblies for submarines. Well, she was before she quit. She still is but not at the moment. She won't talk about it. After I went to bed she came in and climbed in bed with me. We talked some and she turned over on her stomach and got her arms up under her pillow and opened her legs a little.
She said, "Buns are us."
