"Yes, I'm at the bar, Jackie. I told you that I was going to go have a drink." Dave paused and held the phone away from his ear, his wife's voice over...oming the noise of the bar to still reach him despite the inch or so of open air."Well, you could have come with me." Another loud, angry retort blasted through the phone. "We didn't have to come here. We could have gone anywhere that I could get a drink. I had a hard day, and I needed..."Dave looked at the phone when it clicked, and then pushed. Her breasts looked amazing. They were perfect. My palms could barely cup their size, and the sight of her chocolate nipples drove me wild with lust. She guided my face into her chest and exhaled sharply with each movement of my tongue across her voluptuous chest, and I took my time tasting her enormous mounds. Her body was warm. While I was lost in the embrace of her soft breasts, she slowly guided me into removing my shirt and embraced me. She pushed me onto the desk and pulled my hands down. Late one Saturday afternoon, the weekend following Derek's initiation into slavery, nylon and feminine humility, Zane informed Derek he had invited a close friend over to spend the night. He also informed Derek that Derek would be serving the two young, gay men that night, doing whatever Zane and his friend Bryce ordered. Zane then told Derek to clean up the apartment, shower, then change into the outfit Zane had left for him in the bedroom. Zane was leaving to pick up Bryce and the two would. She took a big gulp of wine and said, "Better?"I whispered that it was better but the fabric fell inward covering her nip. I also told her that the guy next to her was trying very hard not to be obvious looking down her blouse. She began playing with her necklace again. As she twirled it, her fingers casually pulled the thin fabric of her blouse outward. When she took another sip from her glass, the fabric of her blouse fell away from her breasts.I couldn't believe that I was sitting there.