Bridget

Bridget glared at me with a flustered scowl on her face. "Do you even know what you're apologizing for?"

I obviously didn't want to lie to my new friend. "Um...not really."

The disconcerted brunette let out a sigh as her shoulders sunk. Her eyes went to the bowl of oatmeal in front of her as she moaned, "Forget it."

I reached over and gently brushed the woman's left arm. I could see her flinch a bit as if she wanted to pull away, but she didn't. "No," I sternly said. "If I upset you in some way, I want to know what I did so I won't do it again."

Bridget finally glanced over at me and actually looked somewhat impressed. "Really? Most guys I know would never admit to being wrong."

"Well," I then spoke up as I straightened myself out a bit. "I may not know what exactly it was that upset you, but I know you wouldn't be angry with me just for the sake of being angry. If you tell me what it was that I did, maybe I can somehow make it up to you and make things right."

Bridget appeared to be generally fascinated by my answer. She must've figured it was okay to come clean with her feelings because she finally said, "Last night at the club, I really wanted to impress you when I took my turn on the walkway. I thought that when you laid eyes on my tits for the first time, you would not only like them, but you would possibly become...inspired. I wanted you to gaze upon me in awe."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Bridget was actually seeking approval from me! This entire time she had been giving me the cold shoulder was because she was looking for a sense of validation. She wanted me to recognize her as someone sexy...and in my humble opinion, I wondered how anyone could look upon her and not find her sensationally sexy. When she had been chewing me out in the street the night before, she had actually told me as much...but it somehow managed to go right over my head that she was upset with me because I hadn't been watching her performance. The whole time, I thought it had been because I had dropped Rutger on his ass. What a boob I had been...

The beautiful brunette gazed down into her lap. "I should've known a man like you would be out of my league. You have all kinds of 'big city' girls after you..."

I reached over and grabbed Bridget's left wrist. My hand then worked its way down until I found hers and clasped it tightly. When her eyes finally turned toward mine, I decided to speak to her in the most candid way I could think to do so. I knew I wouldn't be offending her as I addressed her in a low voice, "Bridget, you are quite possibly the most jaw-dropping, boner-inducing, exquisitely beautiful woman I have ever seen. When I first laid eyes on you in the diner, I didn't want to leave for fear that I'd never see you again. Then, when you invited me over here and gave me the grand tour, I was afraid I was going to make a complete fool of myself and cream my pants while you were showing me around. It should come as no surprise that when I heard you singing in the shower, well..." I let my voice trail off for fear that I would go overboard and say something that would actually upset the alluring female.

Bridget stared at me with astonishment smeared across her face. She was having a hard time digesting my confession and didn't seem to believe me at first. "But when I was trying to get your attention last night and flash you my tits..."

"That asshole sitting in the corner had drawn my focus away from you because I caught wind that he was an outsider...and I assumed he could be dangerous." I released the stunning brunette's hand and sat back on my chair after telling her my short tale. My eyes left her and glanced straight ahead toward the window. As I stared outside, I remembered everything that had gone down the night before as I confessed, "I came here to track down a dangerous man, Bridget. When I waited for your dance in the strip club last night, I noticed an odd, cloaked figure sitting in a corner all by himself. I've seen enough crackpots in my time to get the impression that the hooded guy sitting there was up to no good, so I decided to confront him and ask a few questions...but before I could find anything out, Rutger started grabbing for you and then all hell broke loose. After I knocked his ass out, I turned to see if the cloaked stranger was still there...but he had vanished through the smoke and dim lights of the club. By the time I turned to see if you were okay, you had already left the stage area. I guess you know the rest of the story from there."

Bridget was silent for a moment as she recollected the events of the previous night. She seemed a little more upbeat than she had been a few minutes earlier, and when she finally had the courage to speak again, she decided to ask, "What do you think this hooded man was up to?"

I shook my head as I looked at the bowl of oatmeal in front of me and honestly responded, "I don't know. But I didn't like his look and I didn't like the fact that the bartender told me he had never seen him before. The fact that he also seated himself in a dark corner with his back to the wall...I just felt like he was up to no good. And I think it should go without saying that since he was staring at you..."

Bridget interrupted me by letting out a laugh. When my eyes went to her and gave her a quizzical look, she announced, "Well, Marcus Veovin! If I didn't know any better, I'd almost say that you were jealous!"

In my heart, I had wanted nothing more than to protect Bridget in case any kind of nutjob had his eyes on her for some reason. I wasn't about to let that wonderful woman be attacked while she was shaking what I assumed to be the loveliest pair of ta-tas in these parts out on that strip club's stage. If I had thought for one second that the cloaked man was going to try something unsavory...

Bridget continued to laugh as she reached over and gave me a playful slap on the arm. "I'm just giving you a hard time, Marcus! I know you were just being overprotective of me! After dealing with Rutger the night before, and then having to manhandle him again last night..."

"That hooded guy was different, Bridget," I cut my gracious hostess short. "There was something...truly unsettling about him. Rutger may be an old hound, but that man seated in the corner...he was an altogether different sort."

"A 'different sort' that you were still protecting me from, nonetheless."

I nodded. "Of course. I'm not about to let some faceless bastard do anything to you, Bridget. I'd never let anyone harm you...ever."

If I'm being honest, I was speaking from the heart...but I didn't mean for my words to sound so potent. Nevertheless, they really moved Bridget. I think she may have actually had the beginnings of tears welling in the corners of her eyes, and she sniffled before mumbling, "Thank you, Marcus. You have no idea how much that means to me."

After realizing what I had said and done, I reached over and gingerly grabbed the young woman's wrist again. I gave it a reassuring squeeze as I told her, "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression last night, Bridget. I certainly wasn't trying to avoid your act." I tried to add a little levity to the moment as I chuckled, "Hell, I was really looking forward to seeing those marvelous boobs of yours burst out of your top! If I could go back in time and knock both Rutger and that other asshole out for causing me to miss them..."

"Why not go back in time and see my boobs instead?" Bridget questioned as she also laughed and wiped away the tears before I would notice them. "Wouldn't you rather see some titties instead of knocking the two of them out?"

I had a good laugh with the beautiful brunette since she had a magnificent sense of humor. As we reveled in the moment, I realized I hadn't shared such an occasion with a radiant woman in years. It felt incredible to finally be back in the company of a kindhearted female who seemed to genuinely care about me and my feelings. I must say that in that exact moment, it hurt quite a bit to know that I had let Bridget down the night before when she had wanted nothing more than my approval.

And knowing that I had missed a chance to see what I knew in my heart to be two of the most glorious knockers in the history of mankind...

"Well, I guess that just gives me one more reason to despise both Rutger and that hooded man, right?" I tried to pepper my comment with some humor as I made a playful fist and added, "If I do ever see those guys again..."

"Ah, don't let them get to you too much!" Bridget spoke up since she had finally regained her composure. "I mean, if you ever did want to actually see my tits, you know all you would have to do is ask! Hell, a guy like you...I wouldn't even make you pay a cover charge!"

Had I been the Marcus Veovin of twenty years prior, the hint I had just been dropped would've gone clear over my head. This was a different time, though, and I wasn't the same idiot I had been in my youth. I knew that Bridget wanted to show herself to me...and I'd be a damned fool to say that I didn't want to see more of her. With the most serious look I had ever had in my eyes, I stared directly into the amber orbs of my dazzling friend and told her, "Nothing would give me more pleasure than to see them, Bridget."

The beautiful brunette heard the sincerity in my voice...and she knew I wanted to see her revealed rack more than anything else in the world. I know my words had stroked her ego in ways she had never experienced before, and I don't think I'm being out of line by saying that she had never been so excited to get naked for someone in her life. We had known each other less than two days, but we had a connection that predated anything in existence at this very moment in time. That may sound farfetched, but I firmly believed it as Bridget's voice became small and she queried, "Are you...are you asking to see them, Marcus?"

I gave the marvelous brunette a warm smile and nodded once, "May I see your breasts, Bridget?"

My gracious hostess answered by reaching down and pulling her gray tank top off. She had a pink bra on underneath, and even though she was ready to remove it as well, she still wanted to tease me a little bit. She grabbed her hefty bosoms and pushed them together a few times while smiling and asking, "Do you think you're ready for them?"

In all honesty...I probably wasn't. As previously stated, it had been quite some time since I had been with a woman. The fact that Bridget was so damn attractive made me hard just to be around her, but to even imagine seeing those two sizable breasts breach their confinement and roam free...I think my boner would've struck the bottom of the table in that moment if not for my damn jeans constricting it.

I suddenly heard Bridget laughing. I realized it was because she had seen me fall into a trancelike state while staring directly at her chest. I think she was rather flattered by the fact that I was so taken with her body. Her cheeks had become a rosy shade of red since she was actually a little embarrassed.

"Holy hell, Bridget," I mumbled as I glanced up at her eyes. "You haven't even shown them to me yet and I think I'm harder than I've ever been in my life." I reached down beneath the table with the intention of pushing my erection down, but I quickly realized my mistake when that served to make it rage all the harder. My excitement was off the charts.

Seeing what I was doing, Bridget's enthusiasm suddenly mirrored mine as she released the hold she had on her tits and leaned forward toward me. She placed her left hand on my right arm in order to brace herself, and then she reached forward with her right as she inched closer to the bulge in my trousers. Her hand was less than an inch above it when she finally glanced up at me and asked, "Is it okay if I pet him, Marcus?"

Perspiration started to form on my forehead as I took note of the breathtaking cleavage that my gracious hostess presented me with as she bent forward. I then nodded in response to her query and exhaled, "You bet."

Bridget left her chair and dropped to her knees at my side. I could see tangible joy on her face as she lowered her hand and stroked the snake burrowed beneath. I can't speak for her, but I felt a wave of ecstasy overtake me the second she made contact with me. I prayed she felt something similar.

"Fuck, Marcus," Bridget spoke in a faraway voice as she glanced up at my face. "What kind of monster do you have hidden away?"

I know my cordial friend was just trying to give me a big head. I was not a "large" man by any stretch of the imagination, but she was certainly doing her best to make me feel ten times bigger.

Bridget ran her hand over me again, and then she placed her left over it as well. I could feel it throb beneath her gentle touch as she stared directly into my eyes and asked, "Can we let it out to play?"

My heart nearly lunged out of my chest upon hearing her soft query. The fact that I didn't spooge right on the spot is a testament to the stamina I had built up over the years. By all rights, I should have had a sticky mess in my pants, but I was able to hold it together long enough to reply, "We can, but we have to do something else first."

I could see the puzzlement on Bridget's face...but it wasn't there for very long.

I placed my hands under the brunette's arms and lifted her onto my lap. I was careful to not smash anything vital as I set her down and then placed my palms on her face. I looked her dead in the eyes as I told her, "Before we do anything like that, Bridget, I'd like to first do this." I then placed my lips on hers and gave her the most passionate kiss I had ever given anyone. I poured my soul into it...and I was delighted to feel her return the sentiment.

Bridget's hands appeared on my face as her tongue crept into my mouth and I tasted the sweet flavor of tangerines and honey. At this point, I was running on fumes when it came to keeping myself from bursting down below. I wasn't sure how much longer I would last, and feeling the unchecked devotion flowing into me from my brunette compeer wouldn't help matters. In my heart, I knew if I prematurely came, Bridget wouldn't judge me for doing so...but something deep inside of me wanted to pleasure this female more than I had ever pleasured any other woman in my life. If she desired it, I wanted to take Bridget to an entirely new realm of existence. I wanted to take her to a place where dreams became a reality...

I'm not sure how long we made out as we sat there on that chair. I do know that temptation eventually overtook me, and without thinking about it, my left hand instinctively went to Bridget's chest and groped her right breast. I gave that voluptuous tit quite the squeeze, and when I suddenly realized what I was doing, I released my hold and brought my head back ever so slightly to apologize for my indiscretion. Imagine my delight when my stunning partner grabbed my hand and placed it right back on the heaving bosom. She let out a moan and exhaled directly down my throat as I squeezed. I had never felt anything so divine.

Even though I was enjoying myself, I had to do something about my scrunched-up boner. It was screaming at me for release, and if I didn't listen to its request soon, I was going to cause the poor guy permanent damage. As much as I didn't want the moment to end, I placed my hands on Bridget's sides and pulled away from her long enough to ask, "Would it be okay if we repositioned ourselves or something, Bridget? If I'm not careful, I think I'm going to break my penis!"

"We wouldn't want that!" My gracious hostess laughed, and climbed off my lap so I could stretch out a bit. When she took note of how I was trying to "rearrange" myself, she decided to help by ordering me to slide the chair back further away from the table. I did as she requested of me...and watched as she knelt down in front of me and began undoing my pants.

I couldn't help but chuckle a bit as I reminded her, "Hey, I thought I was supposed to see some amazing boobies? It seems like I'm getting the short end of the stick here!"

Bridget flashed me her pearly whites as she gave my pants a bit of a tug. "Oh, you'll get to see them...right after I free the long end of the stick!" She pulled again and managed to get them partway down since I was hoisting myself up a bit in order to aid her endeavor. My boxers were still holding me back from complete freedom.

Once my trousers were down around my knees, Bridget gleefully skipped back up to my side and tackled her next obstacle. She grabbed the elastic band of my boxers and began to pull...but I sat back down and placed my arms at my sides in order to hold them on. I was torturing not just her, but also myself by doing so...but I truly wanted to tease my friend as I pestered her, "What about those jubblies?"

With a foxy smile spread across her face, the sultry brunette stood up and finally reached behind herself in order to unfasten her brassiere. Within seconds, she popped her top off...and my eyes fell upon two of the most glorious tits to ever grace the face of the earth.

Bridget's breasts were one of a kind...or maybe it would make more sense to say two of a kind. They were quite the beauteous pair, and the hard nipples on her dark areolas looked just as excited to see me as I was to see them. I wanted to roll my tongue around them and feel the small bumps along the outer ring of color against my mouth. I wanted to suck on those incredible bosoms for the foreseeable future...and I knew I wouldn't go hungry if I did so.

While I was distracted by Bridget's boobs, she took full advantage and pulled my pud out...and upon doing so, her jaw dropped as she placed a hand to her mouth while staring in awe at my erect organ. When I finally took note of what was going on, I couldn't help but laugh since she had been just as stunned by my privates as I had been by hers.

The topless babe slinked forward and wrapped a hand around my pecker. She continued to gaze upon it as she ran her fingers up and down it a few times, and when her eyes finally traveled up to mine, she still had wonder on her face as she informed me, "I'm calling in sick to the diner today. We're staying home."

I couldn't help but laugh at her eagerness...especially when I realized she wasn't kidding.

* * *

True to her word, the bountiful brunette placed a call to her place of employment and even faked a bit of a cough as she told them she was in no condition to handle customers' food. She played her part to perfection and almost had me convinced for a minute...until I remembered why she had made the call in the first place.

We had found our way up to the bedroom and were both comfortably lying on the brunette's mattress. We had the blankets out of the way and were lying on our sides while gazing at one another. I was once again fully clothed in order to make our trip upstairs, but Bridget had remained topless. I couldn't wait to get her bottomless as well.

Leaning on her right arm as she gazed at me, the glowing stunner told me in a seductive tone, "We have all day to do whatever the hell we want. I think we should make the most of it."

Pretending that my gracious hostess was actually ill, I playfully responded, "Perhaps I should take care of you since you're feeling a little under the weather."

"Oh, you're going to 'take care' of me, all right!" As Bridget spoke her words, she scooched closer to me and reached down in order to clutch onto my crotch. "I have a feeling that before the day is out, we're going to 'take care' of each other...quite a lot!"

The ravishing woman's words were enough to make me want to cum right then and there. I decided it would be best to warn her beforehand and say, "Bridget, I can almost guarantee that no matter what we end up doing today, I'm not going to last very long...but if you give me ten or fifteen minutes to recover, I'll make round two absolutely unforgettable for you!"