Heather was leaning back on her couch, her blouse unbuttoned to her naval, sipping a martini and smiling up at me. We had arrived back at her house and started making out in the doorway. When I had her blouse open and I was licking the tops of her breasts pushing out of the top of her push-up bra, she stopped me and said we needed to call my mother and let her know I was spending the night.
After the phone call she made martini's as she laughed and occasionally let loose a long, pleasure-filled sigh. "If your mother knew..." she started then laughed. "Oh, she'd kill me.
She sat on the couch and leaned back for me to view her figure. Heather was about five-seven and one-hundred and twenty pounds, with thin, long legs and nicely full hips. Why she wore a girdle I couldn't imagine, unless she thought it made her stomach look flatter. Her free hand traced up the opening of her blouse and lightly glided over her breasts.
"At your age," she said almost absently, "you've probably never seen fake boobs, have you?"
I remembered when I was seventeen that mom said Heather had had surgery. It wasn't until I saw Heather a month later that I knew what the surgery had been. She had gone from a pleasant 32 B, to a perfect, 34 C in that month's time. It only served to make her more desirable to me. Later, I saw her when she showed my mother just how the surgery was done and I watched from a distance as my mother reached out and handled her sisters new breasts in a very tender, loving and sensual way. That image alone was worth a good three months of jerking off. Eight months after the surgery, her relationship with Al had ended and that was when she swore off men. To the best of my knowledge, she hadn't dated anyone since.
"I liked touching them." I finally said in response to her comment about her fake breasts.
"There will be plenty more of that." She said with a smile, adding, "And other things."
I sipped my martini and sat down next to her on the couch. "You're very beautiful." I said sincerely.
She smiled broadly, reaching out to touch my arm, she said, "We didn't buy you anything at the store, did we?"
The intent of the trip to the store was for Heather to buy me some new clothes for the summer. Heather sold real estate and was quite successful at it, she had money and liked to spend it on her family and friends. The shopping trip was something we had started when I first went off to college. We had picked up a couple pairs of slacks when we heard the sounds coming out of the dressing room. That ended the shopping trip and started something better. "I'm not complaining." I replied honestly.
"I had to look." She said. "I had to see what they were doing. I mean, I knew what they were doing, but I wanted to see it. It made me very excited."
"Me too. I was embarrassed that my hard one was pressing against you in the changing room."
"Yes." She said as he smile broadened even more at the memory, "I couldn't believe how hard you were." She rose up on the couch so she was next to me, "It made me all the more excited."
We kissed and she reached down and felt the outline of my cock in my jeans. Her tongue licked at my lips and darted in and out of my mouth playfully. My hand found its way inside her blouse and inside her bra, zeroing in on her hard, protruding nipple. She moaned and pulled back her smile beaming brightly at me.
"You know what I like?" She asked.
