Mable's Breasts Pt. 01

I was instantly erect and forced to place my forearm over the bulge I knew I had created in the front of my jeans. She approached the sofa, stopping just on the other side of the coffee table and then slowly and teasingly she began to lift her top as she moved her hips suggestively to the music. I could not take my eyes from her breasts as they were slowly being revealed, her flesh creamy white. She smiled at me, holding the hem of her top where it partially revealed the darker flesh surrounding her nipples. Finally, with a final lift, she raised her top completely above her breasts allowing them to fall free before me.

Everything I had heard about her was true, her breasts were beautifully big, nowhere near as large as Milena Velba's, but wonderfully big and robust. They were beautifully formed and, despite their obvious weight, did not sag even remotely in an unsightly way.

I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but at the moment her nipples slipped from her top, I came in my pants. I swallowed hard, hoping she wouldn't be able to notice as I ejaculated again and again into my briefs. I couldn't tear my eyes from her breasts as she moved, allowing them to sway and bounce with excruciating sensuality. I looked up into her eyes and was surprised to see her smiling down at me warmly, her eyelids half-way closed as she swayed to the music. It almost seemed as if she was actually watching ME and enjoying my reaction every bit as much as I was enjoying watching her.

She lifted her hands, cupping each of her breasts and squeezing the soft flesh teasingly, lifting them and pressing them together sensually. She pinched her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, arching her eyebrows as she teased them to become fully erect. Her nipples appeared reasonably small for such large breasts, and when erect, swelled to protrude for at least a half an inch.

She bent down, placing her hands on the coffee table and leaned forward toward me, bringing her breasts closer to my face and shaking her shoulders to make them sway back and forth in front of me. She stood and smiled down at me, reaching down to slowly inch her skirt up, well above the middle of her thighs and momentarily pulling my attention away from her breasts. I swallowed, wondering how far she would go as more and more of her bare legs were slowly being revealed.

All too soon the music began to fade away and Mable stopped dancing. She smiled and gave me a wink as she lowered her skirt, pulling her top down over her breasts as she turned back to the sound system to turn it off.

I sat there in mute astonishment, trying to process what I had just seen and failing miserably. Even though I had ejaculated in my pants, my cock was still urgently erect and, while her back was to me, I quickly adjusted my pants in an attempt to minimize the unsightly bulge. Thankfully there was only a very tiny wet spot where my semen had permeated my jeans.

Mable turned and smiled with her hands on her hips. "That's the whole show, honey, I hope you enjoyed it."

I swallowed and stood up quickly, understanding the meaning of her words was that it was time for me to go. "Yes..." I managed to stammer, my voice cracking, "Thank you."

Mable's eyes flicked down to the front of my pants and her smile widened.

Mortified, I quickly turned away with a hand covering my crotch as I moved toward her door.

She met me at the door and opened it for me. As I was about to step outside, she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. "Hey," she said softly, bending to bring her head closer to mine, "It's perfectly all right, you know. An erection is nothing to ever be ashamed about. I'm taking it as a lovely compliment. So, thank you."

I looked up into her face and was almost astonished to see such a kindly caring expression that my embarrassment quickly faded. Standing as close to her as I was at that moment, I couldn't help but reach out and embrace her affectionately with my arms around her neck. "Thank you," I whispered, my mouth near her ear.

Her arms wrapped around me, at first tentatively and then with a firm embrace. When we parted after that brief moment of intimacy, I was surprised to see her eyes had suddenly welled with tears. "And, thank YOU," she returned, her voice low and breathy with emotion. "It's not often that I get...visitors...as warm and pleasant as you. I've never asked this of anyone before, but what's your name, honey?"

"James," I offered, swallowing self-consciously.

Mable smiled, "Well, it's certainly been a pleasure meeting you tonight, James. And, I sincerely hope you'll come back to visit me again some time."

"I'd like that," I responded with a smile, knowing in my heart that I most certainly would visit again.

Mable smiled again, warmly, "I really hope you do, honey. And, I really mean it. Please come back and see me again."

I turned away then and she closed the door behind me. Descending the stairs, it suddenly struck me what a sad and poignant moment it had been at her front door. I think she had been completely shocked when I reached out to embrace her. And, judging by her reaction, I pretty much doubted that very many, if any, of the other guys who ever visited her, showed her any appreciation or affection at all. Recalling John's remarks about her being little more than a plus-sized woman with great boobs, it occurred to me how that might actually be some kind of general consensus among most of the other guys as well.

Not only did I not think of Mable that way, I pretty much thought of her as some sort of sensual goddess. That night, as I lay in my bed, I wrapped my erection in a handful of Kleenex and masturbated while fantasizing about her amazing body and her incredible breasts. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I would visit her again. I just didn't know it would happen as quickly as it did.

The next day, after school, we all got together at Joel's house to run through an elite dungeon in Shadowmoon Valley. We broke up just after 4 pm, promising to get together at least one other night during the week for a dungeon run in Dragonblight to achieve the dragon mounts we all craved.

Walking home, I was elated by the afternoon's proceedings. We had worked together seamlessly as a team and I seriously enjoyed this particular group of players.

Passing the school, I suddenly stopped as Mable's apartment building came into view. I was definitely emboldened after the previous night. Mable seemed like a genuinely nice person, and she had most definitely given me the impression that she really wanted me to come back again. I glanced at my watch. It was only a little after 4 pm, and I wondered if that might be considered too early. I thought it likely that most of her visits occurred during the evening hours.

Impulsively, I turned into the parking lot behind her building and climbed the steps up to her apartment. All the while, thinking to myself how, even if it wasn't a good time for her to put on a show, I could, at the very least, just drop by to say hello and maybe thank her again for last night. All was reasonably quiet at her door. Her living room curtains were drawn and, as I lay my ear against her door, I heard the sound of her television. I smiled, reasonably certain that she was not entertaining anyone at present.

With infinitely more confidence than I had had on the previous evening, I knocked softly at her door. Moments later, the door opened with a rush and I lost my smile to see Mable scowling almost angrily with tears streaming down her face. She glowered at me for a moment, but her demeanor changed very quickly when she recognized me. She heaved her shoulders with a heavy sigh and the corners of her mouth curled into a hint of a smile.

"I'm afraid this might not be the best day for a visit, honey," she said, losing her smile once more. "My computer just died on me and I'm really angry and frustrated about it. I don't think I'd be very good company today."

"Oh...that's okay," I stammered, stepping back, "It's no biggie."

"Another time would probably work out the best for both of us," she said, smiling as she began to close the door.

"I could maybe take a look at your computer, though...if you want," I offered just as the door was about to close completely.

I shrugged, Oh, well, I thought. Proud of myself for at least having the nerve to approach her at all. Just as I turned away to leave, Mable pulled the door open wide again, "What?" She said, her eyes wide and hopeful. "Do you know much about computers?"

"Yeah, a little bit," I offered with a tentative smile. "I mean...I built my own gaming computer."

"Oh, my god," she gasped. "Would you be willing to have a look at mine? I was working with it earlier today and it was working just fine. Then, just about an hour ago, all of a sudden, the screen just went black. And now it won't even turn on."

I frowned, thinking it could possibly be a major issue. "Sure," I nodded with a smile. "I'll be happy to help if I can."

She reached out and took hold of my arm, literally pulling me inside her apartment and closing the door.

"It's in the bedroom," she said as she guided me across the living room area with her hand on my arm. "I have my home office there." As we made our way toward her bedroom, I managed to steal several covert glances at her. She was dressed in an overly large basketball jersey with UNLV blazoned across her chest and, with legs and feet bared, a pair of short, wide-legged, nylon shorts that clung revealingly to her hips and buttocks. Her hair was casually pulled back into an unkempt ponytail, with strands hanging down to frame her face, which I could clearly see was completely without makeup. I was surprised to notice how, even without makeup, her facial beauty was still remarkably stunning. With each step, her breasts swayed provocatively beneath her light pullover, and with the oversized armholes, astonishing glimpses of the sides of her breasts were revealed when she raised her arms a certain way.

I followed her into her bedroom. Like her living room, it was also tastefully appointed with a queen-sized bed, a matching bedspread and curtains, a dresser, and a make-up table. All with a decidedly feminine flair. In one corner of the room, there was a small bookcase, a file cabinet with a printer on top and her desk with what appeared to be a rather nice laptop on it. Seeing her computer was a laptop, I smiled, thinking this might not be as major of an issue as I had originally thought, and possibly even a relatively minor problem.

"I do all my work on it," she said, biting her lip anxiously. "And it has ALL my work files on it. Every single one. If I can't get it going again, I'll lose everything...two years of work. Not to mention the fact that I'll also have to buy a brand-new computer right away as well."

I nodded and sat down at her desk. I opened the laptop and pressed the power button. "Well," I said, biting my lip thoughtfully, "worst-case scenario...even if this computer IS totally dead and gone, I'm thinking I could probably still retrieve your lost files for you, as long as the hard drive is still in good working order."

"Oh, my God, really?" She gasped, her eyes widening. "Please tell me you know how to do all that kind of stuff?"

I nodded and smiled, "Yeah, it's a relatively simple process to transfer files from one hard drive to another if it comes to that. Like I said, as long as this one is still okay."

"Oh, my god, that would be so wonderful," she gasped, wringing her hands hopefully as we both watched the blank monitor screen. "You'd be saving me months and months of work to replace those files. And, money is no object, I'll be happy to pay whatever you ask."

I frowned down at the laptop, the power light was on, but the laptop screen remained completely black. I flipped it over and located the battery. Releasing the catches, I then removed it from the computer.

"Is that my battery?" She asked, pulling up a chair and sitting down beside me. "Could my battery be dead or something? I mean, I plug it in every night to charge it up."

I shrugged. "I'm not sure yet," I said. "Sometimes these lithium batteries develop a memory when they don't get discharged completely before charging them up. I pressed the power button several times, holding it down for several seconds.

"What's that do?" She asked.

"I'm trying to make sure all your capacitors are drained of power before plugging it in," I said. "Where's your power connector?"

"Right here in the desk drawer," she said, reaching to pull open the drawer in front of me. "Here, I'll plug this end in," she said, taking the AC plug end of the cable and bending to plug it into the wall while I connected the other end of the cable to the laptop.

As she bent over at the waist to plug in the power supply, her shorts were pulled up into the cleft of her buttocks cheeks, exposing almost all of her buttocks and, with only a very narrow strip of material between her legs, revealing she either wore a thong or no underwear at all beneath her shorts. I couldn't take my eyes off her and gaped with admiration until she began to rise up after plugging the cable into the wall.

As on my previous visit, I was forced to lay my arm over my thigh to cover my rapidly rising erection. "Cross your fingers," I said once the connections were made and I pressed the power button once more. She resumed her seat in the chair beside me, focusing her attention on the computer screen. For a moment all remained completely black and then the familiar Windows logo filled the screen as the computer began the bootup process.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, her face wreathed in smiles. She wrapped her arms around me and bent her head to kiss me on my cheek. "You DID it! Oh, my God!" She kissed my cheek once more. "Oh...It's such a relief to see the damn thing starting up again."

"Hold on," I said with a little laugh, loving how she kept her arms around me, her face pressed against mine as we looked at the monitor. "This is a good sign, but it's not over quite yet, we still have to try this again once we put the battery back in. The good news is that I'm pretty sure your files should all be okay."

It took a rather long time for the computer to finally boot up, but once it did, I shut it down and reinstalled the battery. I disconnected the power supply, allowing the laptop to be powered by the battery alone and pressed the power button once more. As before, the computer began the boot process and I smiled. I had resolved her issue successfully, and I felt like a hero.

As we watched the screen through the entire boot process, I kept glancing down at her thighs. The light coming in from her bedroom window reflected on her sleek smooth skin. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of heaven it might be to lie naked between those plush thighs and feel them along the sides of my body. I had to almost slap myself to keep my concentration focused on the computer screen.

"I think that's just about got it," I said with a smile. "But tell me something, does it always take this long to boot up?"

She frowned and nodded. "Yes, unfortunately. It seems like, over the past few months, it's just been getting slower and slower."

"When was the last time you defragged it?" I asked, already knowing the answer from the stricken expression on her face.

"I don't even know what that means," she answered, biting her lip.

I nodded, thinking to myself she likely had no decent virus protection or anti-malware either. She also, very likely, had a few gigabytes of junk files and Internet cache clogging the works too.

"If you'd like me to," I offered, "I could probably get it running much better for you. I can install some cleanup programs and defrag it for you too. Doing a little bit of maintenance should make it run a lot more efficiently."

"Oh, my God, would you?" She gasped with a broad smile. "That would be absolutely wonderful. And I will, of course, be happy to pay you for every bit of work that you do too."

I smiled, "Paying me isn't really an issue," I said. "This is the kind of thing I do for fun. If I can help you out at all, I'm happy to be able to do it. Let's see if I can get things running better first." I glanced at my watch. "It's too late to get anything done tonight, I'll need some maintenance programs that I have on my flash drive at home. But, if you want, I could come by tomorrow after school with those things. Cleaning and defragging are kind of long processes though, it'll probably take at least a couple of hours at least, would that be all right?"

"More than all right, it would be perfect," she beamed nodding enthusiastically. "I'll actually be happy to have your company. In fact, I'll even be happy to buy you dinner. I'll order in. We can do pizza or KFC, or anything else you might like. Your choice entirely."

I smiled, the mere thought of Kentucky Fried Chicken making my stomach growl. "Excellent," I said. "It's a date."

"So," she said, smiling hopefully. "What's the bottom line here? What do you think it's going to cost me for you to do all this work?"

I shrugged. Being paid for helping her hadn't even occurred to me. Just being able to spend more time in her company was payment enough for me, and it made me happy to help her out with her computer problems, which was easy for me. That incredible glimpse of her buttocks cheeks she had just given me, and seeing her breasts swaying sensually beneath her basketball jersey was complete icing on the cake, so to speak. Not to mention the fact that the look of relief and happiness on her face made my chest swell with pride and made my entire day. Hell, if she really wanted to pay me, I'd be more than happy just to be able to see her breasts again.

"Listen," I said. "You really don't have to pay me for any of this, I actually LIKE doing this kind of stuff. And I like helping you out too. Doing these things is really nothing at all to me, it's easy stuff."

"Well, it's certainly not nothing to me," she said. "You've just saved me a whole lot of time and money, not to mention tears and frustration...and that's worth a hell of a lot to me."

"Okay," I responded with a smile, thinking to possibly plant the seed of an idea within her. "If you really wanted to pay me something, you could maybe just show me your boobs again. That would be all the payment I would ever really need."

Mable frowned slightly shook her head. "Absolutely not," she said.

My jaw literally dropped in surprise. What? Holy shit, that was definitely a rather resounding NO.

Mable's eyes widened and she suddenly laughed aloud. "Oh shit, wait," she said. "Let me rephrase that just a little bit, okay. First of all, I will be happy to show you my breasts any time you ever ask, James. What I had really meant to say was that I would absolutely not allow you to use that as any form of payment. Does that make better sense now?"

I nodded in relief and couldn't keep a smile from my face. She would bare her breasts for me anytime I asked? I couldn't help but wonder if right this very second might possibly be too soon.

She bent down to grasp her purse that had been sitting on the floor beside her desk. "I'm very serious about this, James. I'm going to give you some money for everything you've done for me today. Your knowledge is worth a lot of money to people like me, and you should never be shy about asking for it."

From her purse, she took out her wallet and pulled two twenty-dollar bills and thrust them into the palm of my hand. "This is all the cash I have on hand right now. I know it's not even half of what you deserve. And, that's just for the peace of mind you've given me. If I have at least some idea of what you might charge me for the work you're going to do for me tomorrow, I can make sure I have the cash on hand."