by Noelle Mack
Dee giggled. “Trade secret. So what did you think nipples looked like?”
“Hey, I had to wait a few years. One of the bridesmaids at my cousin’s wedding was wearing a strapless gown, and it came down when she danced. Wow. I was mesmerized.”
“Then what happened?”
“My mom smacked me for looking. But once I got into high school, I began a serious investigation into the subject. Practiced hooking and unhooking for months on a bra I found in the laundry, so when the great day came—”
“Perv,” Dee said indignantly.
“Hey, it didn’t belong to my mom or anything. Some college friend of hers left it after a visit, and my mom washed it. But I swiped it before she could mail it back. She never knew.”
“I see. But my safety pin threw you for a loop.”
Tom shook his head. “You threw me for a loop, Dee. Totally naked, legs spread, playing with your breasts and pinching your nipples. Just what I imagined you doing when I saw you in that towel.”
“Aha. Yeah, you did seem a little flustered.” She decided not to tell Tom that she’d been having a great old time just thinking about him before he’d showed up. “Too bad Blastovik was there.”
Tom thought back to the rest of his fantasy concerning his luscious upstairs neighbor. “I’m actually glad that damn bathroom ceiling came down. We might never have met.”
“Speaking of bathrooms, I have to pee.” She rolled away. “Does it still look like a bomb zone in there?” Dee sat up and bounced out of the bed.
“Nope. Just go under the scaffolding. Everything still works.”
When she came back, he was lying there like a dead man, his eyes closed. Faking it? There was only one way to find out.
Dee admired him for several seconds first, sprawled and comfortable, soft penis nestled over big balls, and his muscular legs spread wide open. She walked to the end of the bed and kneeled between his ankles. He stirred a little when she started stroking him, caressing his calves and thighs, and he opened his eyes halfway when she slid her fingers into his pubic curls, massaging his groin.
His cock thickened. “Mmm,” he said.
Dee moved up higher, pushing his thighs farther apart and running her fingertips over the silky, hairless skin on the inside of each. He relaxed, letting his legs fall completely open. She could see his cock rising but she didn’t touch that. Not yet.
“Gets me hot when you just look at me. It’s like I can feel you taking in everything I’ve got to give.”
She smiled. “You know I will.” Dee got above him on all fours, pushing his legs together with one knee, and letting her breasts brush his chest as she pinned his arms with her hands. No way was she strong enough to keep him still, but he looked like he loved being teased like that.
He gave a satisfied growl. “Unh. Oh, yeah. You can see what does to me.” She looked down to where she straddled him. His cock shot straight up and twitched. “Put them in my mouth, Dee. Let me suck but not touch.”
She scooted up a little higher, still pinning his arms, and let her breasts touch his face, brushing the nipples over his lips but pulling back before his lips could capture one.
“Not fair,” he murmured.
“Tough luck.” Dee did it again and he struggled to raise his head to kiss the soft flesh that swayed above him. Then he touched the tip of his tongue to a nipple, licking the tip eagerly. Dee let him, then moved to allow him to lick the other one. The sensation, in the absence of other contact, was subtle but very intense.
“Mmm,” he said softly. “As torture goes, this is great. All I can touch you with is my tongue. And all I can see is the most beautiful bare breasts on earth. Your soft skin on my face—oh, God, Dee. Come down a little lower. Just let me feel that. Both breasts. Keep me there.”
She obliged, enjoying this gentle role reversal, with Tom willing to be submissive, wanting her to tempt him, make him hungry for another taste of her nipples. Dee could sense her pussy throb, stimulated to an extraordinary degree because the contact was so restrained. The slight stubble on his cheeks was delicately scratchy against her skin, and that only added to an excitement that welled up deep within her.
“Tell you what,” he murmured. “This next one’s going to be just for you. Turn around and put your pussy over my face. Or lie down. Either way, be my sex queen. I want to eat you out like you’ve never been eaten out before.”
Dee wasn’t inclined to argue. She tried him out both ways, and when she was getting close, lay back. He kneeled between her legs, his erection high and proud. She reached out to stroke him and he paused to enjoy that. But not for long. “I’m saving that for later.”
She raised her hands. “All right. If you insist.”
He kneeled lower and applied his mouth to her pussy, licking very lightly. She got her fingers in his hair, loving that she could hold his head between her legs, and be serviced by a lusty guy who only wanted to please her.
Tom’s lips enfolded her clit and he began to suck it just the way he sucked her nipples. Dee felt herself contract inside, felt a wave of deep sensation build and crest…and then she stopped thinking. He brought her to orgasm with stealthy skill, slipping his hands under her ass to squeeze her cheeks with each pulse of pleasure and didn’t stop until she made him stop.
“That was even better,” he said with wicked satisfaction. He wiped his mouth, then came up to cradle her by his side. And then they slept. The blue light of the setting moon woke them up about an hour later. Him, anyway. Tom got up to pee, then came back to the rumpled bed and stroked Dee’s back until she returned to something like consciousness. “Talk to me,” he said softly.
“You must be kidding.” She favored him with a huge yawn.
“No, we have to talk. Otherwise you’ll be on the phone to one of your girlfriends tomorrow saying that I didn’t even talk to you afterwards, and she’ll say I’m no good. I’ve been around the block long enough to know that’s going to happen. But you can’t tell them anything I say, of course.”
Dee giggled. “Oh, there are rules? I so do not love rules, especially at two in the morning.”
“Three.” He waved at the clock.
“I hate you. I’m really not all that awake.”
“But I am.”
She yawned again.
“Ask me a question,” Tom said, looking disgustingly alert. He ran a hand over her ass. “Or else I’ll have to do you again.”
“What a threat.” Tom wrestled with her playfully, pinning her and kissing her until she was breathless and awake. “Okay, okay! Um—so what was the best pair of tits in your life?”
He groaned. “Fishing for compliments? Yours, of course.”
Dee shook her head as well as she could, considering she was snuggled in his armpit. “I wanna know.”
Tom fell silent. “Well, you really do have the best pair. But there was one…”
“One woman? God, I hope so.”
“Yeah. One woman, but she happened to have one breast.”
Dee managed to rise up on her elbow and look at him. “For real?”
Tom nodded, not really meeting her eyes. “She was older than me, but not by all that much—she was a financial analyst at the brokerage. Anyway, she’d had breast cancer young and hadn’t opted for reconstructive surgery. I didn’t know that—I mean, she wore one of those things in her bra, looked fine to me. Hell, I was working so many hours on the trading floor I was just really happy to have someone to talk to by ten at night.
“She was different, didn’t put the pressure on, didn’t act like I was this rich guy she had to nail. Because I wasn’t. Just a goddamn wet-behind-the-ears junior broker making about seven hundred a week after taxes. Anyway, one thing led to another, and she told me that she was really attracted to me but she was scared to death.”
Dee didn’t ask questions, just let him talk. The relationship had obviously meant something to him, judging by the quiet emotion in his voice.
“So I said something bri
lliant like, yeah, me too, and then she told me about the cancer. We had an affair—didn’t last long. Her real guy had been in Hong Kong for a year working on a buyout, hadn’t been all that supportive when she’d been sick. So she was, like, seeing if she was still sexy.”
Was she? Dee wanted desperately to ask. Tom took a deep breath, as if what was coming wasn’t all that easy for him to say.
“I really liked her. And she sure as hell was sexy—totally. But it took me about a little while to get over the way her chest looked, even though the scar was nice and smooth. And after that, it didn’t matter. I did my best with the one…and it was a nice one. She found out what she needed to know, we had a fantastic four weeks of hot, crazy sex, and then Mr. Real showed up, and we went our separate ways.”
Dee was silent. My kind of guy, she thought. Totally my kind of guy. She settled down next to him and listened to that big heart beat inside his chest.
“Do you mind that I told you that?” he said after a while.
“No,” she whispered. “Not at all.”
“And after her came the love of my life, only she wasn’t and it didn’t work out. I won’t bore you with that story.”
“Okay.” Dee reached down for a blanket and dragged it up over them, kicking at the sheet to get it over their feet.
Tom turned on his side to give her a long, lingering kiss. “And then came you. I think I’m a pretty lucky guy.”
She kissed him back. And five minutes later they started all over again.
3
Three weeks later…
Dee hung over the side of Tom’s bed, looking for the remote. She felt around, not finding it. “Hey, no dust bunnies. You get another gold star.”
“No remote? Keep looking.”
“It’s a jungle down here,” she said indignantly, still hanging over the edge of the bed, head down. “Even if there aren’t any dust bunnies.”
“Have you been vacuuming?”
“Tom…I don’t vacuum other people’s apartments. Life is short.”
“I wouldn’t let you anyway. You have a very important mission in life: designing the world’s most fantastic bra. Then you’re going to model it. Drive me insane with lust. “
Dee popped back up and wriggled back to him. “That’s not hard to do. You took the first one apart with your teeth.”
He folded his arms behind his head and grinned. “One of the high points of my life.”
Dee punched his side, not too hard.
“Oof!”
“You don’t just love me for my tits, right?”
“No,” he said solemnly, “you have a brilliant mind and genuine talent. And many other fine qualities. Probably too many for me to list.”
Dee smirked. “That’s right.”
“Hey, my turn for some admiration. I have a cool career too,” Tom said.
She went over the side again and resumed her search. “Yes, big man. You sure have a lot of socks under here. And what is it that you do?”
“The Driscoll Group helps money make money. Then my clients make money.”
“If you pick the right stocks, isn’t that sort of automatic?” Her question echoed beneath the bed. “Like when you leave two coat hangers in an empty closet and the next day you have twenty?”
“God, I wish it were that easy,” Tom laughed. “Hey, did I tell you today that I loved you?”
“Ten times. I keep pinching myself. Hot sex and true love, not necessarily in that order. Is this going to last?”
“I hope so,” Tom said easily. “But we may need more than one remote. On the other hand, I like the view of your butt. Keep looking.”
Dee pushed away the strong hand that seized the opportunity to fondle her bare ass. She felt around some more under the socks, and pulled out a DVD case. Then another. Finally she found the remote, which she handed to Tom. But she hung onto the DVDs, looking at the covers.
“Oops.” To his credit, he looked a little chagrined.
Dee laughed. “My, my. Nurse Nancy. And Pussy Parade.”
“Classics.”
She shook her head. “Still stashing porn under the bed? How old are you?”
Tom shrugged. “I’m a guy. What do you expect?”
Dee didn’t really want to argue the point. “So what are these all about?”
He clasped his hands behind his head, and settled back. “Girl on girl action, mostly. And they all have big, beautiful tits.”
“What you like.”
“What I love.” He curled an arm around her.
Dee nestled into his side, waving Nurse Nancy under his nose. “Let’s watch it.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No. I want to see what turns you on. I don’t like porn because the men are usually gross and /or just too gay, but what the hell. Girl on girl doesn’t bother me.”
Tom brought her closer to him, laughing in a disbelieving way. “My favorite fantasy. Girl on girl, plus girl on Tom. Doesn’t get better than that.”
She pushed playfully at him. “I’m not saying I’m going to like it. I just said I’d watch it.”
He snatched the case from her hand. “Okay. You’re on.”
Dee rolled back in the pillows as he got up, heading for the flat screen TV and popping the DVD out of the black vinyl case. He squatted to slide the DVD into the player, giving her a hot peek at his tight balls, just visible between his muscular thighs.
She indulged in a brief fantasy of telling him to stay there and watch Nurse Nancy and her distinguished colleagues get it on while Dee caressed him from behind, reaching up to stroke his lengthening cock. But he stood up too quickly and bounded back to the bed, cueing up the menu and pressing play.
A teaser scene flashed onto the screen. Nancy, a bosomy brunette, was leaning over a male patient who was naked except for a sheet, which was already tenting. A very good-looking guy, Dee noted, who hadn’t been waxed to store-mannequin smoothness. No, he actually looked like a living, breathing, really well-hung man.
Nurse Nancy seemed impressed. The actor reached up to unbutton her tight white uniform and her dark-nippled, firm breasts popped out. He stroked them and buried his face in them until the opening credits.
“I thought you said this was girl on girl,” Dee said with soft surprise.
Tom chuckled and pressed stop. “It mostly is. But they threw in a couple of guys. I sorta forgot about that part. Do you like him?”
“Yeah. I’d even say he was cute.”
“Want to watch?” He zoomed in closer on a freeze frame of the actor’s mouth over the nurse’s nipple, sucking hard.
“Okay.”
She relaxed against him while he fast-forwarded through the opening shots, all of Nancy, bending over her patients and providing cheeky peeks of her bare ass and rounded, shapely thighs for the viewers.
“Mm-hm. Never mind skinny women. She’s just right. Like you,” Tom said.
“Go, Nurse Nancy. How come she never does anything but plump up their pillows?”
“She does more than that. Just you wait.” He mimicked an actressy voice. “‘Hello. I’m not a nurse but I play one in porn movies.’ Don’t you love the way she always has an excuse to bend over when she leaves the room?”
Dee watched the actor she’d seen in the opening credits throw down a magazine for Nancy to pick up. The camera zoomed in on her shaved pussy, squeezed between her thighs, just barely covered by the sheer, moistened white nylon of a tiny thong.
“Ready to eat,” Tom murmured. He looked down at her. “You okay with this?”
Dee clasped his already stiff cock and stroked it gently. “Yeah. Let’s see how it goes. But if Ron Jeremy shows up, turn it off.”
He laughed good and loud. “Absolutely.”
Dee looked back at the TV screen. Nurse Nancy just couldn’t seem to pick up the magazine. She stayed bent over, her legs wide apart, as her male patient feasted his eyes on the sight of her shapely ass bursting out of her short uniform. The sheer white nylon ov
er her juicy pubes didn’t conceal much and the thin strap that separated her ass cheeks only made them look more tempting.
The nurse straightened up, magazine in hand, and strolled back to the man lolling in the bed.
Tom pressed pause. “You still okay with this?”
“Um, yeah. I’m curious. What happens next?”
“Here goes.” He clicked play again.
Nancy resumed her indolent walk. “Excuse me, sir. I believe this is your magazine.”
“Yeah,” the man said. “I dropped it so you would bend over. You must like having men look at you.”
“Uh-huh.” The nurse favored him with a cool but lascivious smile. “I really enjoy sex.”
Dee snorted. “No kidding.”
The man in the bed pulled on his cock with long, tight strokes. “Do you like to watch?”
“Oh, yes. And you’re so big.” Nancy grabbed her patient’s cock and got to work with professional speed.
Dee could feel Tom grin. “Great bedside manner.” He gave her a hug and pointed the remote at the TV. “Had enough, Dee? Say the word.”
“Yeah, that’ll do it for me,” she answered.
“No problem.” He clicked the remote one last time and tossed it aside. Nurse Nancy dwindled down to a small white dot as the screen went black.
Dee relaxed against Tom and slid her hand down between his legs, taking his silky, stiff cock in hand. She didn’t feel weirded out by the porn. The actor had nice, strong hands, like Tom’s, and as far as she could see, knew how to use them just as well. Watching him hold and nuzzle and suck the actress’s full breasts had gotten Dee hot. Her mind might hold back but her body reacted. Dee put her thigh over Tom’s and pressed her slick, swollen pussy against the muscular warmth of his thigh.
“Want to get on top?” he said softly. “I could really do your tits while you ride.”
“Not yet,” she said.
He turned on his side to kiss her, opening her mouth with his tongue and sliding it inside, and nipping her lower lip in a wet, sexy way. Dee responded, loving the pressure and the warmth of the big, very male body enfolding hers.
