Jill and Roger were a bit breathless, crouching behind his car parked alongside the grass verge in the far corner of the car park. It was late evening, but high summer so that there was still a little light in the sky. As a pointless joke, they were hiding from friends they had just left in the clubhouse at the end of the evening.
Jill’s heart was knocking at her ribs with the excitement and the exercise of running across the park. She could hear John’s voice in the distance.
“Where the dickens have Roger and Jill got to? They were with us only a minute ago.
‘His car’s still over there. They must still be in the club.’ that was Trisha’s voice Jill could hear. She giggled, hot and still panting a bit.
‘Oh, come on! Let’s go.’
As Jill heard the sound of a car door opening, she was taken aback by Roger putting an arm round her, reaching over to kiss her. After a brief moment of surprise, she returned the kiss still giggling - which became rather prolonged. Floating across the park were calls of ‘Goodnight’ from the others as the kiss developed into mutual nibbling of lips.
When Jill heard a car motor starting up, she put her hand behind Roger’s neck to continue the kissing. It was then that she felt his other hand reach up her blouse to cup her left breast, slightly damp with perspiration. The kiss became more passionate.
With it being a warm evening, Jill had not tucked her blouse into her skirt, leaving it hanging loose, and had discarded her bra, so that there were no barriers to Roger’s snooping hand. She had full, self-supporting breasts with outstanding nipples, which had caused something of a sensation in the bar earlier.
She made no attempt to stop him. It was too late. Besides, Jill had been flirting with her eyes at him all evening, so it was hardly surprising he would try to feel her up. And she enjoyed having her breasts fondled - and by a strange hand, it was all the more exciting. It generated that wonderful warm feeling in her loins and bubbled over in her vulva. And Jill had a sneaking attraction towards Roger, who was an outgoing, amusing – if loud – person.
Roger had the self-confidence of a guy with a large prick. They knew they were a bit special. Jill had been told by Pattie that Roger had such a piece of male equipment. So, although feeling slightly guilty, she welcomed the feel of Roger’s roving hand on her breasts, wondering why he had left it so late to try to feel her.
‘What absolutely beautiful breasts,’ Roger murmured into her mouth. ‘Stunning!’
They had been rehearsing for a musical they were all taking part in. As usual, they all finished up in the club bar for a few drinks afterwards. Jill and Roger were playing opposite to each other in the musical, whilst John and Trisha were helping with props. Pattie and Peter were also involved in the chorus line, and the four couples were close friends.
On this particular evening, Johnnie was away on business, leaving Jill with the children for three nights, which was rather a long absence for both of them. The two of them were highly sexed and usually fucked at least once a day. When Johnnie was away, they would speak on the phone for half an hour or so, whispering sexy things to each other, sometimes leading to a mutual masturbating session whilst listening to their grunts and whimpers, encouraging the other to an orgasm.
This particular evening, Johnnie had phoned a little before Jill was ready to go out. She had teased him about the firm’s secretaries, since this was the evening of their annual party. There would be food and wine, a little dancing and, perhaps an odd grope. She wound him up by admitting that she would be going to rehearsal wearing very little on such a warm evening - which would almost certainly turn on the men in the chorus.
‘You get them all wound up darling!’ he told her.’ Then tell me all about it when I get home.’
‘I will, darling. Believe me. Must go! Have fun!’ and she left the house feeling very sexy.
The other three men in their group all fancied Jill; she was very attractive, a slender 5'8" with an elegant deportment and a ready infectious laugh. Roger was particularly attentive to Jill this evening, sitting beside her. But it was John who could hardly keep his eyes away from the shadow of her nipples pushing against the fabric of the blouse. Roger had pulled his leg about it.
‘Hey, John! It’s rude to stare - even if they are worth staring at.’
‘You men,’ Trisha had said. ‘All you think about is sex!’
‘And why not? It makes the world go round!’
‘What would you think if I stared a your crotch openly?’
‘Hey! I’d think – I’ll be alright tonight!’ was John’s retort. they laughed.
‘But I have to say, Jill, they do look particularly succulent,’ was Roger’s opinion.
‘I know you’d like to get your hands on them, but just drink your beer and mind your own business, ’ Pattie told him.
‘Chance would be a fine thing.’
Jill threw her head back and laughed, allowing her breasts to push against the fabric of the blouse throwing the nipples into even further relief. Her husband jokingly called then organ stops. During warm weather, when shopping on a Saturday morning, Jill would be without a bra beneath her white cotton blouse, allowing her prominent, dark nipples to stand out against the fabric. Johnnie encouraged her in doing this, enjoying watching the reaction of the other male shoppers when they noticed her prominent buds.
So this was a deliberate move on Jill’s part to tease the men. She enjoyed the feeling of power over them, egging them on by offering them a glimpse of her feminine charms. John managed to move casually behind Jill’s seat so that he could glance down the top of her blouse in the hope of catching sight of those tantalising swellings.
But Jill knew what John was up to and laughed even more, twisting her head round to look at Pattie, knowing that her blouse would fall open sufficiently for her right nipple to be visible to John, looking over her shoulder. The thought of him getting would up looking at her nipple gave her a kick.
Pattie couldn’t compete with Jill in the breast department, but she was equally sexy. She quite fancied Roger herself, having recently enjoyed a mutual encounter with him at a party - though it was confined to hands only. Having allowed him to fondle her bottom and press her breasts, whilst kissing, Pattie had fingered the shape of Rogers erect cock in his trousers, feeling it twitch. She was impressed; curious to have a closer inspection sometime.