Unusual for me, the first thing that caught my attention when I got to Katie's place that day wasn't her piercing blue eyes. That day, I knocked on the door and entered as she called, "It's unlocked," from the kitchen. As I walked towards her voice, her face was obscured by an open cabinet door. With her arms stretched over her head, I got a great side view of her large breasts, obscured only by an old t-shirt, her hard nipples especially drawing my attention.
My eyes continued down her body and I thought her ass looked amazing in a pair of red panties, aided by the fact she was on her tiptoes to reach high enough in the cabinet. I felt myself stir in my pants and all I could do was stare.
I was so enthralled it took me a second to realize Katie had spoken. "Huh what?" I stammered as she smirked at me. She had asked if I wanted some ice cream as she was about to have some. I declined but, in my head, I thought, "Only if it comes with a piece of that cake."
I obviously didn't cover as well as I'd thought as Katie suddenly found 3 excuses in the next 5 minutes to bend over in front of me, even winking at me after the first time. She ate her ice cream standing at the counter, making a little bit of a show of licking the spoon. Between watching her tongue expertly remove the ice cream from her spoon and stealing glances at her hard nipples, I knew the bulge in my pants had to be noticeable.
I'm sure Katie saw me looking at her breasts because, as she washed her bowl, spoon, and ice cream scoop, she seemed to scrub more vigorously than necessary, her big breasts bouncing beneath her t-shirt and even managing to get some water on her shirt. "Oops! I got wet," she said with a mischievous look in her eyes then looked down to my crotch and smiled. "See anything you like, Daddy?"