Chapter 3
He walked out into the hall from the bathroom and there stood Sara. She had a top on, all right, but what it wasn't what he expected at all. She was wearing a tank top with thin suit jacket over it and the shirt was much smaller than the one she should have been wearing. When he first saw her breasts in the bathroom he never quite got a good look at them because, to tell you the truth, he was a little embarrassed when it happened. But now there he stood right in front of her and all he could do is stare. Her breasts where huge, in his mind he was thinking... My God they must be 42D's. The top was stretched to the limits and her nipples where hard and sticking out like eraser heads though the thin material. His mouth must have dropped open because Sara had an amused, cat-like grin on her face.
"What's wrong Bob?" she asked. Bob couldn't say a word; he just kept staring at her breasts, matter of fact he never even heard a word she said. She called at him again; "Bob, are you OK?" That got Bob's attention and he snapped out of his trance. "Ah, yes" he said stammered, trying to catch his composure, as he said it. "Are you sure?" she asked again and he replied "Yes I am just taken back a bit."
"Is there something wrong?" Sara asked. Bob was speechless and he knew he had been caught staring at her large breasts and he didn't know what to say or how to say it. He had never come across a situation like this. He wanted to tell her exactly what he was thinking, but couldn't. His mind was racing and he could heard a voice say "You have a beautiful body Sara." He didn't know or understand where it was coming from until he realized, My God, that was my voice.
In his early years, Bob was very shy; never dated much because he was very self-conscious of himself. He didn't have the nerve to ask many girls out. He was turned down so often he just decided it wasn't worth the effort. Bob was an average guy, don't get me wrong, it's just he had the bad roll of the dice to many times and he was gun shy. He got married later in life and settled down to what you might call an average life. A good job, house, car and all the basics you would ever need in an average life. Then along came Sara.
He was looking straight into Sara's eyes but her face displayed no emotion, one way or the other. As they looked at each other silently, he was hoping the words where just in his mind until she spoke up "Thank you Bob, nobody has said that to me in years" and she meant it.
Sara was a real looker her whole life, never went without a boyfriend and had her choice of guys whenever she wanted. She always had a beautiful body that she developed very early in life and at times that was a hindrance to her. She always looked older than she was. She married at 25 and everything was normal, the sex was great, her husband loved her and but over the last year, something had changed. Her husband got a job that required a lot of travel and they began to drift apart. The sex wasn't there anymore and she really loved that part of the marriage the most. Now she found herself standing in front of a stranger, feeling desires she hasn't felt in years.
"You know, Bob, when you brushed against me, by accident, in the bathroom I felt something strange. And just now, when I saw you starring at me, I felt it again. I haven't felt that for so long now, I'm not even sure what it is...but it feels good to me."
Bob didn't know what to say; all he could do was stare at her standing there. All he could see was her large breasts heaving under that tight tank top and those long legs under that short skirt, which he already knew she had nothing, underneath. Bob had never been in a position like this before and he was scared. He wanted to reach out and touch her body so badly. His cock was hard and it was telling him Go Boy Go, but his mind was saying No, don't do it! Before he knew what was happening, he was holding her in his arms, kissing her lips and his hands were all over her huge breasts, which only seconds ago seemed so far away.
