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Breakfast
By Storysman
Storysman@aol.com
Section A:
Joe knocked on the front door with an eager anticipation. He hadn't
seen Bill in two years, and was dying to renew their friendship. That's
the trouble with switching jobs and relocating: you miss out on your
dearest friend's lives. And what friends they were. From junior high
through college, they were nearly inseparable.
The door opened, but instead of finding Bill's beaming smile staring
back at him, he beheld a beautiful Asian face instead. It was Kim, Bill's
wife of a year-and-a-half.
"Hi. Are you Joe?" she asked.
"Yes, and you must be Kim."
The shook hands, and Kim let him into the house. Joe realized she
must have just woken up, as she was still dressed in a cream silk robe. He
followed his friend's wife into the kitchen, expecting to find his old
buddy waiting.
"I'm sorry, But Bill had to go in early today. He thought about
calling you, but figured you would turn down a free breakfast." Kim had
moved by the stove, where Joe saw a pan of sizzling bacon near completion.
A nearby skillet had some great-looking pancakes browning on top. Joe had
to agree with the theory. Chances were, he wouldn't have come had he known
Bill wouldn't be here.
What would have been the point? Though he did want to meet Bill's
wife, who had turned out to be quite attractive, it was his long-time
friendship he wanted to renew. He was so glad to be back home. So glad to
be living just a few doors down from his best friend and the rather shapely
Kim.
Joe had been looking at the food cooking towards completion, but now
turned his eyes on his friend's wife. He started to realize just how lucky
Bill was...
"I hope your hungry! Have a seat..." Joe pulled out a chair from the
table, and sat down. He was hungry! Kim turned, a glass of orange juice in
her hand, and stepped to the table.
Bill watched her hand slide the glass to him, then started to look up
and offer a smile of thanks. But something caught his eye.
Kim's robe had opened with her lean, and the unmistakable forms of her
breasts pushed against the silk, producing a rather enticing cleavage. The
cream robe blended perfectly with her creamy Asian flesh, and the ample
curves produced by the two breasts were separated by the recessed, shadowy
area created between them. She stood up again, unaware that Joe had found
her chest so interesting.
Joe took the juice, and chastised himself for checking out his
friend's wife. As a still-single guy, his instincts sometimes got the
better of him. But no more...
Kim slid a spatula under a pancake, and slipped it onto a plate. Bill
watched her, not so much form burning lust but from the fact he really had
nothing else to look at. "You did well for yourself, ol' buddy..." he
thought as he eyed Kim's slim form. He looked towards her chest again,
noting the fabric had resealed the view. "I didn't think Asian women's
breasts got that big!" he continued thinking to himself as he glued his
gaze to her upper body.
He hadn't thought about it when he first walked in the door, but her
breasts were substantial. They dominated her slim frame. Joe wondered if
they were the reason Bill had courted her. If so, they were two very
convincing reasons. She would have little problem earning the label of
well-endowed.
She brought the pancake to him. Joe wasn't even aware of where his
gaze was locked until the robe reopened and again flashed the light brown
flesh of her chest. His eyes captured the view, from her collarbone down
to the shadow of darkness that filled the area between the silk and the
humps of her breasts. Kim set down the plate, and laid out the silver
ware. her eyes were intent on her actions, allowing Joe to freely look
down her chest and enjoy the jiggling cleavage.
"Very nice..." he again thought to himself. "Oh, quit it! Stop
looking at her tits!" he commanded his eyes. But the gaze didn't break
until she turned around, and headed back for the stove.
Kim fixed her own plate, and sat down across him. The two ate
quietly, then started to become acquainted as after their breakfast.
"So how long have you and Bill known each other?" she asked.
"Oh God, years... we go way back..."
"I figured. He's told me a lot about you. He was very disappointed
you couldn't come to the wedding."
"I know, I know... My stupid job... I really would have liked to
have been there..."
"Would you like to see some pictures?"
"Absolutely!"
Kim rose from her chair, and went to a table in the family room. She
picked up a photo album, and brought it to Joe's side. Joe cleared his
plate out of the way, and opened the album.
He laughed as he saw his friend, all decked-out in a tux and wearing a
stupid grin. Then he saw Kim. She was absolutely stunning. With make-up
on her face, she could easily be a model. Her dress was skin tight,
revealing an incredibly shapely body highlighted by the now familiar
cleavage poking out from the cut of her dress. Bill turned his head, read
to offer some safe comment of his approval. But he quickly jerked his head
back.
Kim stood against the table, leaning slightly as she enjoyed the
pictures with him. The slight lean was all that was necessary to expose a
significant portion of her left breast.
Joe turned to the next page. Exactly as he did so, his fingers went
numb. A wave of heat spread through him. His eyes pointed to the
pictures, but were unable to focus. They were locked in the distance they
wanted to see - the distance to Kim's tit.
He snuck a peek, and felt his cock harden as he noticed the glint of
the morning sun reflecting from her upper breast and into his eye. In
actuality, he could only see about a third of the breast's total mass. But
the closeness, the proximity of the breast, and it's beautiful shape were
enough to make him want to grope right then. Her delicate, brown skin...
her perfect, round curves...
He turned to the next page, moving his head as he did so he could
steal another glance. The breast heaved slightly with a breath, and he
noticed a pair of freckles near the sternum. The right breast was blocked
by the silk robe, but the left majestically displayed much of itself thanks
to the slack on the left side of her body.
He continued turning pages. Kim leaned closer, resting her hand on
his shoulder. The touch wasn't sexual, it was practical. She needed to
see so she could explain the shots.
But when she outstretched her left arm to point at a certain detail,
Joe couldn't help but look directly down her further opened robe. Her
exposed chest moved underneath his eye, allowing him sight of both curves,
and , oh god..., a thin ridge of her rose-colored bra.
Brian wondered if she detected his hot breath on her exposed flesh.
She seemed oblivious to the condition she was putting him in. Why did they
have to be so big!! Joe felt at once glad for the exciting views the open
robe provided of her cleavage, and yet partly wished she would put
something more concealing over her body. He liked looking at women's
breasts, but not his best friend's wife's.
If this was any other woman, he would try to fuck her. Either with
words, or with actions, he would try to feel her smooth body and completely
expose those incredible tits. He loved the femininity of Asian women, and
being an attractive guy, he had slept with several in the past. But Kim
was unbelievable. Those breasts... those tits! Such a rare sight to his
eyes. He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to fuck such a rare jewel.
He neared the end of the book, when he heard crying from upstairs.
That's right! Bill and Kim had a baby a few months ago!
"I'll be right back..." Kim left the table, and headed for the
stairs. Brian gulped down his remaining orange juice, hoping his erection
would settle before he tried to get up.
Kim didn't return right away, so Brian got up and started examining
the house. He was glad for Bill. A good job, a hot wife, a new baby...
and he did it without leaving home. He stayed in their small little town,
whereas Joe had left for what he thought would be bigger opportunities.
He shouldn't have put their friendship in jeopardy a second time. Joe
had nearly ruined their relationship their first year of college. Bill was
dating a very nice blonde, in fact, so nice of a blonde that Joe decided he
needed to fuck her. He was always luckier with women than Bill, and sure
enough, the blonde eagerly accepted his advances.
But you shouldn't fuck the girlfriend of your best friend, especially
when you're roommates. Bill surprised them by returning early one night.
But he was the most surprised as stumbled in on Joe's cock pumping into his
girlfriend's eager pussy. And in Bill's bed, no less.
What a mistake. They finally patched up their friendship, and Joe
swore he would never touch his friend's woman again.
He turned as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. Kim appeared
around the corner.
Joe knew he had to leave once he saw her again. He immediately made
up an excuse, and started for the door. He knew he might lose control base
on what he just saw. The cleavage was bad enough, but she now wore the
damp stains of her milk across the silk robe. She had been breast-feeding
her child.
Joe made it to the door, and turned to say his farewell. He made sure
his eyes didn't travel down her body to the area of her wet nipples. They
shook hands.
"Why don't you come tomorrow?" she asked.
Joe noticed her robe was hanging more loosely across her. Evidently,
she hadn't tied it as tightly as she had earlier. Oh what the hell... he
looked again. Her cleavage swooped down her chest, past the round tops of
her breasts and the protruding curves. Right down past the descending
curve back to her chest. She had taken off her bra.
"Ok." Joe headed out, chastising himself for the urges hat sprung up
inside him. It would be safer tomorrow, he figured. She would probably be
in a more concealed state of dress...
Bill called that night, apologizing for missing his friend. He
explained they were going through a mini-crisis at work, and that's why he
had to go in early.
"So what do you think of Kim?" he asked.
Ordinarily, Joe would have told him exactly how he felt. He would
have told him he had an incredibly hot wife, who had the sexiest cleavage
he had ever seen. But he didn't want Bill to know how much time he had
spent looking at her breasts. He didn't want to plant a seed in his mind
that would recall that horrible past.
"She seems great!" He offered. "Very friendly, and a good cook!"
Bill said he should be there the next morning. Joe started to feel
more comfortable about returning. But he couldn't help but flash images of
Kim in his mind as he went to sleep that night. He couldn't help but rub
his hardened cock against the mattress...
Fuck! What was he thinking?? He had been back in town two days, and
all he could think about was Kim's breasts. What it would be like to see
them... what it would be like to have her robe open just a little further,
and expose the full nakedness of her breasts and nipples. What it would be
like to wedge his cock between the soft curves...
Joe sat up, and beat his cock raw the rest of the night thinking about
Kim and her breasts. He couldn't shake the image of their voluptuous shape
covered by milk-dampened stains. This is Ok, he told himself. I can think
about her. Then nobody knows, and nobody gets hurt..
He finally fell asleep, and dreamt of Kim sleeping beside him ;the
wind gently blowing open her robe and exposing the shadowed line of her
Asian cleavage, and the little curve formed above the sternum where they
met in a soft press. The robe flapped in the breeze, tantalizing him with
large exposed areas, but never enough to see her nipples. Evidently, his
mind knew where to draw the line.
CONTINUED
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Breakfast
By Storysman
Section A
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