My tittyfucking obsession marched on and my collection of material grew. The occasional thoughts of doing a film about a tit fuck contest intrigued me. I had the money, learned what I liked, and didn't like, had what I thought was a new fresh idea, but really didn't know how to go about filming, distributing, legal contracts, and hiring of models. I knew I wanted a higher budget film with a real plot, a story board, several locations, and an original soundtrack with an orchestra, and good dialogue. Did I need a lawyer? Would an ad in the paper work? Did I dare ask certain women I knew or would I risk the end of whatever level of relationship we had? These were all questions which needed to be answered and more.
Casey was perfect beyond description, breasts more than a handful, cleavage tanned and freckled that revealed, teased, and made me want to explore. Tall with sorry brown eyes, light brown hair, and I would guess that she was in her late thirties. I always wondered why the divorce. But Casey was definitely shy and I doubted a yes from the beginning. I would have to ask her over for a little wine and see where it would take me. She had asked me about the photography I did and seemed sincere. Anne was anything but shy and while I had little doubt she would cooperate with whatever I wanted, I questioned if she was attractive enough. She was a redhead with the pure white skin, blue eyes, but she was overweight. Her perky upbeat personality and a nice set of tits were major assets. We had talked and drank coffee on numerous occasions at the local coffee shop but it had never gone any further. I decided to call Casey.
"Casey, this is Mike. I was wondering if you'd be interested in seeing some of my photography with a glass of wine."
"Mike I can't," she replied. "At least not tonight. But I appreciate the offer and I promise I'll call you soon and let you know when I can. Anything else going on in your life of interest?"
"I'm thinking about doing a film."
"Really? What about?"
"We can talk about it when we get together," I replied. "Should I call in a few days?"
"Please," she said with a measure of assertiveness. "I do want to see your photos and talk to you. Sometimes my girlfriends are too helpful and chatty. You seem to be a good listener."
"Call you then," and hung up. All I could think about was maybe I would get my hands on those beautiful tits. Anne was next to call.
"Anne, this is Mike. I was wondering if you'd be interested in seeing some of my photography with a glass of wine."
"You sure as hell took long enough to ask me," she replied. "I was beginning to think you didn't like me. What time?"
"Seven or so"
"I'll be there. You're at 1220 7th?"
"Good memory. I only think you were at the house once for just coffee after the city council meeting."
"See you at 7, goodbye." While I lusted for Casey's titties Anne could prove to be interesting.
I had no sooner gotten off the phone with Anne when Casey called me back.
"Can a woman have second thoughts and change her mind?"
"Stay close to the phone and I'll call you back in 10 minutes."
What the hell do I do now I thought? Through no fault of my own I've created a mess. Here is a golden opportunity to have a chance at getting my hands on Casey's melons and hopefully more. But Anne has already agreed to come over and she won't take a change of plans well at all. I'll call Anne and tell her something came up and we can't do it tonight, and then call Casey back.
"Anne, this is Mike again. Something came up work related and I can't see you tonight. Would you take a rain check for tomorrow night if I promise to buy a good bottle of Chablis?"
"No problem Mike. I always have stuff to do. Call me tomorrow."
