Please note:
1 Previous chapters have been in "Mature" -- subsequent ones may be in "Group" or "Taboo/incest" sections. At least Ch 01 should be read before this one.
2 My disclaimer at the beginning of Ch 02 regarding the voyeur/exhibitionist facility bears repeating:
"There are several possible explanations of the 'room with a view' came to be set up but I considered it preferable not to describe how. Suffice to say that in the story it is envisaged as (a) for consensual use only (b) with the knowledge and control of all parties involved and (c) for use with over-18s only."
3 All characters are over the age of 18.
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Caroline sat on the bed and crossed her leg. Her dress reached to her knees, but the diagonal line of her hem revealed a small amount of pale, inviting, slightly plump thigh. I just stood there, unsure what to expect, nervous, and without the faintest idea what to say or do. I became aware of a sweet smell and noticed the aerosol can of air freshener on a chest of drawers. It was a reminder that my Aunt Anne and Caroline's partner Jack had had sex in this room -- and on this very bed -- less than an hour ago.
Jack sat next to Caroline on the bed and motioned me to sit on the small armchair that faced it. He smiled. He was average build and height, a little overweight but not massively so, and his dark hair was flecked with grey.
"You seem to appreciate my partner's tits, James..." he said in a matter-of fact way. I felt myself blush again.
"Oh don't be embarrassed. I'm just enquiring. I mean -- you WERE having a good look at them under her dress, weren't you?"
I nodded.
"I don't blame you, mate," he added cheerfully. "They are nice. Nice and big! Ripe and soft, aren't they..."
I watched as he cupped one of her breasts and kneaded it through the tight-fitting blue jersey fabric.
"Were you trying to make out my nipples?" Caroline asked.
I nodded.
"Make them go hard so he can see them, Jack," she said softly.
I watched his fingertip trace over her large orb, then in little spiral movements. He made gentle little scratching movements through the dress.
"I'VE seen you looking at my boobs through my dress, too, you naughty boy!" she said to me in a mock-scolding tone "Do you like them?" she asked more gently, sighing with pleasure as Jack stimulated her. I could make out the tip of her nipple beginning to press against the blue jersey material.
"Yes," I replied, not knowing what else to say.
I longed to do something, but they were strangers, and man and partner, too, of course, and I felt intimidated, an intruder on their intimacy. This was the whole point, of course, but I was way out of my comfort zone.
"You must like them, to have been looking at them so openly right under everyone else's nose!" Caroline pretended to chide, then added, "including the nose of my own partner -- and your aunt!"
Both she and Jack seemed to relish my embarrassment.
"Yes, I do, Caroline. I... I think they're gorgeous," I added, trying to regain my composure.
"And I suppose that while we were all sitting talking you were undressing me in your mind, trying to imagine my big boobies naked -- what they would look like, what they would FEEL like?"
"Yes, I did," I replied, becoming more confident.
"I KNOW you did. I saw your prick go hard through your trousers!" she continued. I held her gaze then my gaze strayed to her partner's fingers as he stroked and caressed her big orbs. "You tried to hide it, but I saw it. I bet your aunt did, too. I know Lucy did, too. I saw her staring at the bulge in your jeans. I expect she thought it was her that was making it grow, and she was partly right. But I saw your prick give a little twitch as you glanced across at my juicy boobs."
"Why don't you do what I'm doing, mate?" Jack asked. "Come over here if you like, and make her other nipple go big and hard!"
I sat on the other side of Caroline. The bedsprings creaked. The bed had an open pine frame and springs, rather than a divan. I gazed at her partner's hand as he teased her nipple. Sure enough it began to jut more firmly against the soft fabric of her dress.
I mimicked his actions, thrilling at the feel of her nipple hardening under my fingertip, and I found my gaze alternating between my hand and his. It felt very illicit to be invited to touch Caroline's breasts by her partner and to be doing so at the same time as him. I was acutely conscious, too, that his hand had just half an hour or so earlier been exploring, and pleasuring, my Aunt Anne. The realisation made distaste and lust arise in my mind.
Caroline whimpered and, like me, her eyes went from one hand and breast to the other.
"That's nice, James. You have a nice touch. I like to share my boobs with other men. I like to bare them to strangers and invite them to touch them -- and, if I like them, maybe invite them to kiss them and suck them, too!"
She seemed so prim and proper I doubted whether this was really the case, but it didn't matter. It was fun to imagine her doing so.
"Give that tit a little squeeze, mate -- feel the size, the weight..." Jack encouraged.
Her breast felt firm, well restrained by her bra, and her dress was warm and soft to touch. My eye wandered from her subtly palpating orb to the top of her cleft. Above and to each side of it her skin was slightly lined, but to me she was enormously sexy. I had long fantasised about having sex with an older woman, and enjoyed porn of women over forty. For the second time that very evening it was happening; my hand was once more touching the breast of a mature, sexually experienced woman. And I was doing so while her partner played with her other one!
"I think you should have a look down my dress, James," she crooned. I was almost trembling with suppressed desire as she leaned forward and tugged her neckline away from her. Its tight fight only allowed it to move an inch or so, but it allowed me to see her lacy bra, of a shade of blue that almost matched her dress. Her cleft was deep. Her orbs were big and round in her bra and one nipple stood out against it.
