Busty Amber Ch. 02

All characters in my stories are 18 years of age or older.

"Howard!"

"Grandad!"

"How! How, come on!"

"Grandaaaaaad!!"

Both June and Sophie called out to Howard, pushing on his shoulders trying to wake him. After what seemed like ages, the old man stirred.

"Eh... What... W... What's going on?" Howard partially opened his eyes, his voice dry and stuttering.

"It's 8.30 How! You're usually up long before now! Amber needs to go home, she's got to be somewhere by 10 o' clock!"

"Err... R... Right. Mmmm... G... Give me a minute." Howard shut both eyes and pulled up the duvet.

"We don't HAVE a minute!!" June was angry. "Just hurry up and get up will you. NOW!!!"

With that, June pulled the duvet off him and threw it to the bottom of the bed. Catching sight of a bit of tenting in his pyjama trousers, she turned Sophie away.

"Come on love, help me get downstairs can you?"

As they both left the room, June called back,

"GET UP HOWARD!!!"

Howard opened his eyes and glanced at the clock -- 8.34. June was right -- he was usually up way before this time. Staring at the ceiling, he reached down -- morning force of habit -- feeling his semi-hard cock beneath his pyjama trousers. It was then that the memory of last night flooded back to him.

'My God,' he whispered to himself. Still staring intently at the ceiling. 'Shit!'

Bit by bit, the events of just a few hours ago started trickling into his bleary eyed consciousness...

Amber! Those tight shorts... That cameltoe... The stretched-to-extreme t-shirt. But no -- wait... Oh my God! -- Her huge naked tits in his hands... Those hard nipples... His spunk all over the girl! Fuck! She's 18!

Yesterday, all these thoughts had given Howard a succession of huge, angry boners but this morning, he was feeling decidedly ashamed.

'I shouldn't have done it,' he thought. "I shouldn't have fucking DONE it," he repeated aloud, a growing feeling of anger starting to envelope him.

He reached down between his legs, wondering why -- considering his demeanour now -- his cock had moved slightly beyond the 'semi' stage and was now bobbling about a bit under his pyjamas.

"HOWARD!! I SAID NOW!!!"

June's voice was angrier than he'd ever heard it before and he jumped up out of bed. He quickly whipped his pyjamas off and pulled on a pair of elasticated joggers and a t-shirt and almost ran to the bathroom. He could hear giggles coming from downstairs. Another reminder that his grand-daughter's troublesome friend was still in his house.

As he entered the dining room, Sophie and Amber were at the table having breakfast. He hurried past silently, not wanting to look their way or say anything.

"Morning Mr Jackson, I had a great sleep in the end," Amber's voice followed Howard out to the kitchen.

Before he could fully compute what she'd said, June cut in...

"Why are you so late up today? You knew you had to take Amber home this morning!"

Howard could sense she was still angry. She would've had to ask Sophie to help her get dressed as well as that was something that he normally did every morning.

"I was just very tired. Blimey June, it's not often is it?" Howard's tone was his attempt at trying to fight fire with fire but he soon found out it wouldn't work.

"Apparently, Amber slept on the sofa because..."

"Yeah, I know -- Soph's feet," Howard cut in.

"Yes but when she woke up this morning, the top she was wearing was completely open! She knows it was fastened before she went to sleep because apparently, her and Soph fastened it up together." June's voice had moved to a low whisper as she reached to close the kitchen door behind them both.

Howard's heart leapt into his mouth. What had Amber said? Had she spoken of anything strange happening in the night? Images from a few hours ago started coming back to him. He got to the bit where he was cleaning his spunk from Amber's chest and then... Shit! No! He remembered that he'd forgotten to fasten the buttons back up! He'd laid the blanket out over the sleeping girl but had forgotten to do the fucking buttons up! Now what!! He had to say something. He could sense that June wasn't finished with the subject yet.

"God knows how that happened?" June stared at Howard. Her questioning expression waiting to hear from him. He had to say something. But what?

"Erm... well..." he began.

"Well what?"

"Well, I'm not being funny love but... well..."

"WELL WHAT HOWARD??"

"Well, don't take this the wrong way but young Amber's a very errr... big girl and any clothes of Sophie's really won't fit properly will they?"

Howard felt damned if he spoke and damned if he didn't. He knew that that last sentence would effectively be his admission that he'd noticed Amber was very busty but yet he had to think of something at least half way plausible to explain the unbuttoned top that she'd discovered upon waking this morning.

"You mean her breasts?" June replied, very matter of factly.

"Errmmm... yes," Howard responded, unable to even make eye contact with his wife. He felt heat in his cheeks and was sure his face was flushing.

"Hmmmm..." June looked deep in thought so Howard thought he'd try and ride the wave whilst she was deliberating...

"Come on love -- you know Sophie and Amber have got totally different builds. Sophie's tops don't fit Amber, that's a fact and any buttons would come under strain in... err... those circumstances wouldn't they? Remember your old uniform?" Howard smirked and managed to look at his wife, hoping that the forced calmness in his voice would reassure her.

"Hmmm, yes, I suppose. So, you're saying it must've just popped open in the night, possibly as she moved?"

"Of course," he reassured.

June seemed content enough thankfully.

"Right, can I grab a quick coffee before taking Amber home?"

"I'll make you one," June smiled and went to put the kettle on.

Howard actually felt quite relieved as he said the words 'take Amber home'. Much as he'd had the horniest experience of his life and seemed to have gotten away with it, the stress and deviousness he found himself experiencing was becoming a big effort and he didn't want to feel that way anymore. It was at that moment that he resolved to put what had happened out of his mind as much as possible and then completely, once Amber was home. Yes, it was the most incredible experience of his life and something that he'd never get the chance of enjoying again but that was it. Enjoy it for what it was and let it go. He still had his magazines and his amazing memory of Amber's lovely body. That's it. He was content now.

Taking the coffee from June, he opened the kitchen door, heading toward the sofa. Sophie and Amber were chatting and giggling at the table, finishing their cornflakes.

"Grandad! Grandad! Sit here! Sit here!" Sophie called excitedly to Howard, patting the table top.

He wasn't expecting that and glanced sideways to the table. Remembering his resolve and not wanting the temptation of the view that he'd get if he sat opposite Amber again, he walked around to sit next to her. He wouldn't then try to sneak sideways glances. Not with both girls being so close around the table. As he sat down next to Amber, both girls started giggling again.

"No!" Sophie exclaimed loudly, "You can't talk! Going on about my feet smelling when you're just as dirty!"

"I'm NOT dirty. Everyone does it sometimes. You don't know you're doing it when you're asleep!"

"Oh yeah, so YOU say. Let's ask Grandad," Sophie laughed and smirked at her friend.

"No! Just because you're embarrassed about your feet!"

By this time, Howard was quite curious as to what their conversation was about. It was nice to see them both laughing and relaxed after seeing them upset after leaving the shopping park yesterday.

"Grandad?" Sophie looked directly at her grandfather.

"Yeees", Howard smiled.

"Is it true that some people dribble in their sleep?"

"No!" Amber shrieked out but was laughing quite heartily.

Howard wondered where such a strange question had come from.

"Well, yes. Yes, some people do. Usually older people. Why d'you ask love?" Howard was working hard to ignore the giggle-induced breast jiggle that had appeared in his peripheral vision to the left.

"Well." Sophie began.

"No!" Amber piped in, still giggling a bit.

"Well, Amber slept on the sofa last night and when she came upstairs this morning to get ready, there was all this thick white crusty stuff on the end of her chin and down her neck."

"SO-PHIEEEEE," Amber's giggles turned to embarrassment, and she felt her face flushing.

Howard froze. He knew full well that the 'dribble' his grand-daughter was referring to wasn't dribble at all but his dried in spunk. It had been very dim in the living room and in his tired and spent state, he'd not been able to see that his cum had jetted well beyond Amber's naked breasts and up onto her chin. It must've rolled down her neck as it dried.

Once again, Howard didn't know what to say but knew that Sophie would expect a response and that saying nothing might look a bit odd.

"OK, so she dribbled. We all do it at times. Nothing to be ashamed off. Just like having smelly feet Soph," Howard smiled and chuckled, adopting the same semi-humorous approach he'd used with June in the kitchen.

"Yeah, but you said it's mainly older people that dribble in their sleep. Amb's only 18. Ha!!!"

Howard didn't really want to be part of the conversation anymore and Sophie's unintentional reminder to him that her friend was "only 18" was the last straw. He was feeling bad enough as it was and was now involved in a chat about his spunk!

"Shall I take you home now Amber?" He turned to her, making sure to look only at her face. In fact, so hard was he concentrating on NOT looking at her chest, he felt himself staring at her eyes, and he felt his face flush a bit.

"Yeah, I've got to be at the stables by 10 o' clock," Amber replied. Her reply didn't fully register with Howard. "I'll get my things."

Both girls went upstairs and Howard went to put his coffee cup in the kitchen. June sidled up to him and put her arms around him. A rare thing.

"It'll be nice when you get back. We'll have the place to ourselves again. Mike's coming to pick Sophie up in half an hour so it'll just be us again." June pushed herself into him and despite the pact he'd made with himself, Howard, couldn't help but compare the feel of his wife's large, flabby body and saggy breasts against him to the feel of Amber's smooth, tight young body and her big, firm tits when she'd hugged him yesterday night. Absolutely no comparison. No fucking comparison.

Howard feigned a smile,

"Yes, just us love," he said as he released her hands and picked up his car keys.

"See you Monday Amber," Sophie called down as her friend made her way downstairs.

"Sure. Oh, and thanks for having me stay Mrs Jackson."

"That's OK dear. Hope to see you again soon."

Howard was already in the drivers seat ready to go. He watched as Amber emerged, clutching four shopping bags to her chest. She opened the back door and placed the bags on the seat and then sat herself in the front next to Howard.

"See, I remembered about the seat," she smiled as she got in and wiggled to get comfortable.

As Howard looked across to smile, she was looking down, fastening the seat belt and his eyes went straight to her lovely big tits. Shit! He couldn't help himself. Urrgh! Rather than be angry with himself for breaking his resolve, he told himself that he was just enjoying a last look. The girl would be gone soon and he'd probably never see her again so no harm in it. He watched as the fastened seat belt once again clung to her bust, separating her breasts into two amazingly sexy torpedo shapes. He swallowed hard, started the engine and set off.

"So, what have you got planned for today Amber?" Howard preferred to drive and chat as driving in complete silence felt a bit awkward.

"I've got to be at the stables by 10 as I ride every Sunday."

"You like horses then?" Howard thought how stupid his question sounded. Of course she likes horses if she goes riding.

"I love them," Amber smiled. "I've been riding for years. Mum and Dad said that once I've got my results in a few weeks and got myself a job, they'll buy me a horse and the stables I ride at have said I can use their livery for free. I can't wait."

Howard could feel the joy in her voice as she spoke.

"I'll have to be quite quick to change though, it's a 20 minute drive from home and it's after 9 already. I just want to get this filthy top off." She looked down and started brushing at a light ketchup stain on her t-shirt. Not that it would make any difference now that the stain was truly dried and ground in but of course, Howard stole another quick glance as she rubbed at the garment, enjoying the breast movement beneath.

"Your Mum or Dad take you there?" he questioned, trying to distract himself.

"No, my Uncle Stephen takes me and picks me up. On the way back I go to his place for a little while as it's the only time I get to see my Aunt."

"Fair enough."

"If you just turn left at the end of here, then left again, my house is down there."

Howard knew the area but never had cause to go there before. The detached houses were huge. This was definitely where money lived. No wonder, if Amber's parents were getting her a horse of her own in due course.

"Oh, the car's not here?" Amber puzzled. "I hope they're back."

"Shall I wait here until you know?" Howard offered.

Just then, the door opened and Amber's Dad appeared.

"Hey Dad," she called out through the open car door, reaching over from the front seat to gather the shopping bags from the back. Of course, Howard couldn't help but notice as her chest squashed down into the back of the front seat as she reached over for the bags but he quickly looked away. Her father was at the door. In less than half an hour, he'd be back home with his wife and Amber's presence would become a memory. A memory beyond his wildest dreams but -- just a memory.

"And who is this kind gentleman who's brought you home?" he asked his daughter as she stepped out of the car.

Out of courtesy, Howard got out of the car, truly wishing he'd have worn something other than his old stained joggers and 'Jack Daniels' t-shirt.

"This is Mr. Jackson, Sophie's Grandad. I'm going in to get changed Dad, I haven't got long. Bye Mr Jackson and, thank you again." Amber shot a smile Howard's way and ran inside.

That was it -- the girl was now a memory. A kind of relief spread through Howard which was likely the realisation that he wouldn't have to go around hiding things or feeling sexually frustrated any more than he did before he'd even met Amber.

"Mr Jackson," Amber's father offered his hand to Howard, which Howard shook warmly. "Keith. Keith Winton."

"Howard. Call me Howard," he smiled, regretting that his teeth were in such poor condition.

"Howard Jackson?" Keith's voice was questioning and he raised his hand to his chin. "Howard Jackson from Jackson's Garage?"

"Well, yes, but back in the day. I've long since retired."

"My Dad always used to take his cars there. Used to tell me how good you were. Also used to tell me about all those little pictures you had up on the reception wall," Keith giggled.

"Oh... err... yeah, well, we all had those in them days," Howard stuttered, feeling his face get hot as he knew that Keith's father would've been referring to the many pictures of topless girls that had adorned the little office walls all those years ago.

"Hey, don't worry. That was the thing back then wasn't it. Us blokes will be blokes after all. Most of us probably still think about them but obviously, it's not politically correct to have 'em about these days is it. Ha!"

"No," Howard feigned a little chuckle.

"You and your wife must come round one afternoon. We often have barbecues here when it's nice. We've got a small pool at the back. Only a modest one but it's lovely out there when the weather's good."

"Erm... thanks. Thanks very much, we'd like that," Howard answered truthfully knowing that at least June would be pleased at having 'somewhere sociable' to finally go.

Their chatting was interrupted by the sound of an upstairs window opening. Amber leaned out,

"Dad, where's Mum?"

Keith looked up, surprised to see his daughter's face at the window.

"Oh, she's had to go and do some shopping for Gran and drop it off."

"And where's Uncle Stephen? He should be here by now, I'm gonna be late!"

Keith muttered quietly to Howard, "Shit! I forgot it's her riding today. Her uncle normally takes her and picks her up but he's got to be somewhere this morning so he can only collect her. My wife's taken the 4x4 and the other car's got a flat. She's gonna hate me."

"Let me sort the flat tyre," Howard offered.

"No time unfortunately, she's gotta be there by 10 o' clock."

"I can drive her there if she's OK with that?"

"You sure Howard? That's really good of you, plus I could do without one of her strops. Ha!"

"No problem," Howard replied.

"Come inside." Keith gestured for Howard to go into the house.

"DAAAAAD!!!" Amber's stressed voice called from the upper window.

"It's OK love, come downstairs and we'll sort it out."

The window slammed shut with obvious annoyance.

Howard stepped into the hallway of the large, detached house. He could see right through the living area to the kitchen at the back. It had a large island in the centre and bi-fold doors running the entire width of it. Through the glass he could see greenery and the pool Keith had referred to in the garden. It was an amazing place and not like anything he'd been in before. He suddenly felt somewhat out of place in his old joggers and well worn t-shirt.

"Dad, where's Uncle Stephen?" Amber's voice called down from the landing.

Keith walked to the foot of the stairs so as not to have to shout too much. He looked up at his daughter hanging over the bannister at the top, "He can only pick you up today sweet, he can't take you, he's had to go somewhere."

"WHAT!! So how..."

"Just WAIT!" Keith cut in. "Patience. Howard... Mr Jackson, has kindly said he'd drop you off there but he's got to get back so you just get out and go do your thing once he's got you there OK?"

"Yeah! Thanks Mr Jackson," Amber called down, sounding much more the pleasant, softly spoken young girl than the teenager of a few moments ago who was about to throw a strop."

"She'll be down in a minute," Keith looked at Howard. "Make yourself comfortable."

Howard almost felt like he shouldn't 'dirty' their cream leather furniture with his clothing but he perched nervously on the edge of the expensive corner sofa. Soon enough, he heard Amber coming down the stairs. He glanced at his phone, thinking he'd just drop a quick text to June to let her know he'd be back in another half an hour due to dropping Amber at the stables.

"Dad, have you seen my water bottle?"

Howard couldn't believe his eyes, looking up as Amber walked towards the kitchen.

The firm, sexy arse that had spent yesterday clad in skintight, white denim was now encased in a pair of tight, cream coloured jodphurs that looked like they'd literally been poured as liquid over Amber's backside and thighs. Howard's felt his heart lurch into his mouth as he savoured the way her taut, peachy buttocks moved inside the super stretchy fabric. Whilst not see through, the fabric was much thinner than the denim she'd worn yesterday and because of that, her arse moved completely differently. As she walked further away from him, the creamy coloured fabric almost looked like she had nothing on from the waist down apart from her calves, which were hidden inside her tight black riding boots. There also wasn't a trace of knicker line and Howard almost dare not imagine how the thin gusset of a g-sting would be positioned between her legs. The pony tail she'd put her hair into swayed side to side quickly with her eager pace and with her hair up, the back of her white bra was somewhat visible through her top. Not that Howard had got that far up. He'd been completely mesmorised by the mouth watering display of perfectly shaped arse. Despite all his early morning resolve, Howard felt the familiar feelings of lust from yesterday start to creep back. But, he was doing OK. Yes, he felt a bit 'hot' between his legs but he definitely didn't have a boner. He could DO this!