The Bachelorette Party Pt. 01

I opened it expecting the worse and was pleased to see she was alone. I invited her in and told her to go ahead and use the kitchen phone. After locking the door in case someone was hiding where I couldn't see them, I followed her to the kitchen while she explained she'd had this problem before, and they do something under the hood, and it works well for a few weeks. She has to suffer because she doesn't have money to fix it or get a new car.

I waited as she dialed and talked to an operator who didn't know which end was up. Debbie sounded frustrated, and I offered her a drink when she hung up.

"Thanks, I hate that car. But what can I do?"

"I don't know, Debbie. I'm sorry you have to go through this. Cars are pretty important for your job, I guess."

"We carpool sometimes, and on rare occasions, we get a security guy when it's a big party of men. I guess they weren't worried about security sending two men to a bachelorette party."

I laughed, thinking a male stripper would want help fending off a crazed bridal party. I divided the last of the margarita mix between us, and we moved to the kitchen table to talk and wait.

"You have a really nice house here, Linda. Susan seems very nice. You've raised her well. It isn't every woman who would do what she did for us this evening. Vicki and I both appreciate the kindness and the money."

"Thanks, Debbie. I like to think we raised her right. She worked through college, so she knows money is always needed."

"Do you live alone here?"

"Yes, my husband Frank was killed in an airline crash about two years ago. This place was his dream, I'm trying to keep it alive, but it's hard to do alone. I'm debating whether to sell or lease parts of it so I don't have to deal with it."

"I'd love to have a place like this. I bet Susan loved growing up here, with horses, dogs, and room to roam. I'm a bit jealous. I do ride horses which you may have guessed with my outfit."

I replied, "Debbie, I had no clue why you chose that except that it showed off your boobs and your ass."

With that remark, I took a sip and smiled at her. It actually made her blush. She took a long drink watching me as she did.

"So you noticed my ass AND my boobs? Linda, I'm flattered coming from a straight woman."

She was grinning the entire time she talked, looking at my face for a reaction. I remained stoic and told her that she had an exquisite body and that I couldn't help but notice it since she was dancing in my living room in front of me and everyone else.

"But you especially focused on my boobs, didn't you." She stated as she drank again.

"Maybe I did. I don't recall focusing on anything in particular; you both were there dancing. I couldn't help it."

"I bet you have nice boobs, too. I wonder how they compare to mine."

She looked at me with a mischievous grin. I had no idea what she was up to, but it did feel like a game I could play. I was older and wiser, and I did have a nice rack.

"Funny, just before you rang the bell, I was debating that very question, and yes, I think when I was your age, my boobs were as nice if not nicer than yours, and they weren't enhanced."

"Touche, Linda." She giggled and took another long drink as I smiled and did the same.

Debbie countered, "I'd be willing to compare them against yours anytime. We could now if you're brave enough and don't mind that a twenty-three-year-old dancer thinks you probably have as great a rack as she does, probably nicer since, as you put it, they aren't enhanced."

I nearly spit my drink out my nose with that. We both laughed, and she apologized for saying that while I was drinking. I told her it was fine but didn't need to compare because we weren't in any competition. She acknowledged that fact and asked to use the bathroom. I reminded her she knew where it was, and she excused herself and headed off. I smiled, thinking I'd won that little battle, and checked to see what time it was and wondered where the AAA people were.

After a bit, Debbie returned, sat down again, and sipped more of her drink. I thought I noticed the zipper on her windbreaker down a little lower, but with the drinks, I really couldn't remember. We continued talking about our lives as we waited for the driver. We dodged the boob talk for quite some time, and when our drinks were empty, I sat there watching her draw in the condensation on the outside of her glass. I looked at the clock and realized it had only been thirty minutes. I offered her a refill, and she gladly accepted. I got up and poured some out of the remaining margarita mix. I told her this was my last drink for the night since I usually get up early and tend to some of the horses. When I returned to hand her the glass, I could have sworn that the zipper was even lower.

I sat down again and asked her about an eta for the repair person. She told me they would call when they were close, so I let it go. We talked a bit more, and although not wanting to, I kept glancing at her cleavage. She picked up on it the third time and smiled her little grin again.

"You are curious about them, aren't you." Her right hand slipped over the zipper as she looked me in the eyes raising and lowering it to tease me.

I denied any interest, but she kept moving the zipper up and down. With each lower movement, more of her breasts in the vee neck tee became exposed. It was like a hypnotist and his gold watch, I couldn't keep my eyes off it, and I slowly became entranced. Finally, when she decided she had me hooked, she zipped it down and then removed her windbreaker. The thin worn vee neck barely concealed her braless hard nipples pushing against the fabric. Luckily my glass was on the table, and I wasn't taking a sip then because I would have spit it out. They were amazing. I just imagined them while she was dancing and gyrating in her bikini, but now they were almost entirely exposed, and they were perfect, a bit larger than mine, but they were magnificent.

"Go ahead. You can touch them. They don't bite, silly."

I looked her in the eyes and then back down to her trophies. My face felt as if it were bright red. I knew I was blushing, but I couldn't help but gaze at them in awe. That's when she removed her tee, and her girls spilled out in all their glory. She cupped each one and offered them to me to touch, I hate to admit it, but I succumbed to the temptation. They did feel natural, not like I had expected; of course, I had no idea what to expect, never having felt enhanced boobs. I figured they would feel normal like mine, and they did, for the most part, a bit firmer, but still not bad. I sat there softly, touching and working my fingers over them as she held them for me. I must have been doing something she enjoyed because her eyes closed, and she'd let out a soft moan now and then.

After a few, I coughed to bring her back to reality and removed my hands. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"What do you think? You didn't have to stop on my account Linda. You have a very nice touch for a 'straight' woman."

"I felt what I needed to feel, thanks. I wondered if enhancements really felt different and they do and don't. Does that make sense?"

"It does, but you should compare how yours feel to mine. I said it before, and I really would love to see yours. I bet they are as amazing as mine."

"You're not going to stop until you see, right?"

I sighed and relented. She was persistent, that's for sure, and I think the margaritas loosened my inhibitions, so I agreed just to get her off the subject. I sat back and unbuttoned my plain white blouse revealing my run-of-the-mill Bali bra. She smiled when she saw it and wiggled in her chair as if she was going to unwrap a Christmas present. I pulled the blouse hem from my jeans and stood up to remove my top. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes, almost melting my heart. I slipped the blouse off one shoulder, then down my arm repeating it with the other. Setting the blouse on the counter, I turned back to her. She stood up and asked me to turn around so she could undo the clasp. I slipped my hands under my hair, revealing the hook as my back faced her. With expert fingers, she quickly freed it. As the bra dropped off my shoulders, I clasped my boobs with my arms.

"Don't be shy now, Linda." she giggled.

Slowly I turned to look at her, my breasts nestled under my arms, still a bit apprehensive of my actions. Lord only knows what Susan would think if she walked in right now. Debbie reached up, looking into my eyes. Her voice was gentle and reassuring as she softly wrapped her fingers around my wrists and lowered my arms. Her eyes widened as her smile broadened when she glanced at my bare breasts for the first time. My nipples gave away my feeling as she placed one finger on my aureola. I stood there and watched her make little circles exploring the dark pink flesh. I hadn't been touched like that for over two years and nearly lost control. Managing to remain steadfast, I asked her if they were what she expected.

In a whisper, she calmly replied, "Linda, you have magnificent breasts. I can only imagine what they would have been like at my age. You'd have made some money doing what I do."

She smiled as she continued exploring. I won't lie; I did enjoy her touch. She wasn't rushed, taking her time to explore each one, marveling how lovely they were. She even offered to give me her plastic surgeon's name if I wanted to restore them to their youthful glory. She said it's more of a vanity thing or a way to make more money. But they were perfect in her eyes.

"You can touch mine again if you like. They still don't bite."

I was thinking about that, but I wasn't sure. This all seemed like a strange dream to me. The alcohol was kicking in, not enough for me to feel drunk but enough to loosen my inhibitions. If I had still been married, this little vixen would have been gone in a flash. Something inside me liked what I was feeling at my breast and under my fingertips.

We stood looking into each other's eyes, hands exploring. Without a word, she smiled, lowering her face to my breast. I stood there, the scent of her hair filling my senses as she opened her mouth, placing her lips over my stiff nipple. I gasped while she drew her tongue over it, coating it with her saliva. My eyes closed, hands dropping from her breasts to her waist, holding her in place as she focused on me. I stood there and let her devour me, moans of pleasure encouraging her forward.

Gaining a bit of composure, my hands eventually rose, fingers slipping between her brunette strands, pressing her into me. I sensed a smile when she felt me giving in. Her mouth became more active, licking, kissing, and exploring my breasts. My moans grew as her head switched from one side to the other. It almost felt like I would fall over. My knees weakened, and I was in heaven. She began moaning also, mumbling how delicious my breasts were and how beautiful I was. I was about to suggest something when a car horn broke the mood.

"Damn, just when it was getting interesting." She sighed.

The sly smile returned to her face as she took a step backward. Grabbing her tee and slipping it on, she then donned her windbreaker and zipped it up.

"I better get my car working. Back in a few, Linda."

I was dumbfounded, standing there while she quickly composed herself and skipped out the front door. I grabbed my bra and put it back on. Massaging myself, recalling how nice it was to have someone else touch me and compliment me on how I looked. Then the blouse, tucking in my back and straightening myself up as best I could. I put our glasses away, wondering if she was really going to return.

About ten minutes later, just as I was about to give up, I heard cars in the driveway. I peeked out the front window and then decided to walk out to see what was happening. Opening the door, I saw a young man in a tow truck. He was handing her a slip of paper as she looked at me standing in the doorway. He thanked her, looked at me, nodded politely, then drove off. She tossed the paper in her car and came back to say goodbye.

"Linda, thanks for letting me use the phone and see those gorgeous breasts. I hope mine were what you expected."

I stammered a bit and told her they were. She grinned and hugged me goodbye, slipping her business card into my cleavage before she left. I watched as she walked back to her car. Her ass was wiggling a bit more than it probably should have.

She turned back and, with a big smile, asked, "Can I call you sometime?" Then she blew me a kiss getting into her car.

I stammered a bit, trying not to seem too anxious for another meeting yet, wishing she'd stay.

"Sure, anytime."

I smiled back and closed the front door behind me, locking it in the process. As I headed to bed, I debated whether to get out my vibe or use my fingers; I was in the mood now.