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Breakfast
By
Storysman
All comments highly encouraged to Storysman@aol.com
Joe knocked on the front door with an eager
anticipation. He hadn't seen Bill in two years, and was
dying to renew their friendship. That's the trouble with
switching jobs and re-locating: you miss out on your dearest
friend's lives. And what friends they were. From junior high
through college, they were nearly inseparable.
The door opened, but instead of finding Bill's beaming
smile staring back at him, he beheld a beautiful Asian face
instead. It was Kim, Bill's wife of a year-and-a-half.
"Hi. Are you Joe?" she asked.
"Yes, and you must be Kim."
The shook hands, and Kim let him into the house. Joe
realized she must have just woken up, as she was still
dressed in a cream silk robe. He followed his friend's wife
into the kitchen, expecting to find his old buddy waiting.
"I'm sorry, But Bill had to go in early today. He
thought about calling you, but figured you would turn down a
free breakfast." Kim had moved by the stove, where Joe saw a
pan of sizzling bacon near completion. A nearby skillet had
some great-looking pancakes browning on top. Joe had to
agree with the theory. Chances were, he wouldn't have come
had he known Bill wouldn't be here.
What would have been the point? Though he did want to
meet Bill's wife, who had turned out to be quite attractive,
it was his long-time friendship he wanted to renew. He was
so glad to be back home. So glad to be living just a few
doors down from his best friend and the rather shapely Kim.
Joe had been looking at the food cooking towards
completion, but now turned his eyes on his friend's wife. He
started to realize just how lucky Bill was...
"I hope your hungry! Have a seat..." Joe pulled out a
chair from the table, and sat down. He was hungry! Kim
turned, a glass of orange juice in her hand, and stepped to
the table.
Bill watched her hand slide the glass to him, then
started to look up and offer a smile of thanks. But
something caught his eye.
Kim's robe had opened with her lean, and the
unmistakable forms of her breasts pushed against the silk,
producing a rather enticing cleavage. The cream robe blended
perfectly with her creamy Asian flesh, and the ample curves
produced by the two breasts were separated by the recessed,
shadowy area created between them. She stood up again,
unaware that Joe had found her chest so interesting.
Joe took the juice, and chastised himself for checking
out his friend's wife. As a still-single guy, his instincts
sometimes got the better of him. But no more...
Kim slid a spatula under a pancake, and slipped it onto
a plate. Bill watched her, not so much form burning lust but
from the fact he really had nothing else to look at. "You
did well for yourself, ol' buddy..." he thought as he eyed
Kim's slim form. He looked towards her chest again, noting
the fabric had re-sealed the view. "I didn't think Asian
women's breasts got that big!" he continued thinking to
himself as he glued his gaze to her upper body.
He hadn't thought about it when he first walked in the
door, but her breasts were substantial. They dominated her
slim frame. Joe wondered if they were the reason Bill had
courted her. If so, they were two very convincing reasons.
She would have little problem earning the label of well-
endowed.
She brought the pancake to him. Joe wasn't even aware
of where his gaze was locked until the robe re-opened and
again flashed the light brown flesh of her chest. His eyes
captured the view, from her collarbone down to the shadow of
darkness that filled the area between the silk and the humps
of her breasts. Kim set down the plate, and laid out the
silver ware. her eyes were intent on her actions, allowing
Joe to freely look down her chest and enjoy the jiggling
cleavage.
"Very nice..." he again thought to himself. "Oh, quit
it! Stop looking at her tits!" he commanded his eyes. But
the gaze didn't break until she turned around, and headed
back for the stove.
Kim fixed her own plate, and sat down across him. The
two ate quietly, then started to become aquatinted as after
their breakfast.
"So how long have you and Bill known each other?" she
asked.
"Oh God, years... we go way back..."
"I figured. He's told me a lot about you. He was very
disappointed you couldn't come to the wedding."
"I know, I know... My stupid job... I really would have
liked to have been there..."
"Would you like to see some pictures?"
"Absolutely!"
Kim rose from her chair, and went to a table in the
family room. She picked up a photo album, and brought it to
Joe's side. Joe cleared his plate out of the way, and opened
the album.
He laughed as he saw his friend, all decked-out in a
tux and wearing a stupid grin. Then he saw Kim. She was
absolutely stunning. With make-up on her face, she could
easily be a model. Her dress was skin tight, revealing an
incredibly shapely body highlighted by the now familiar
cleavage poking out from the cut of her dress. Bill turned
his head, read to offer some safe comment of his approval.
But he quickly jerked his head back.
Kim stood against the table, leaning slightly as she
enjoyed the pictures with him. The slight lean was all that
was necessary to expose a significant portion of her left
breast.
Joe turned to the next page. Exactly as he did so, his
fingers went numb. A wave of heat spread through him. His
eyes pointed to the pictures, but were unable to focus. They
were locked in the distance they wanted to see - the
distance to Kim's tit.
He snuck a peak, and felt his cock harden as he noticed
the glint of the morning sun reflecting from her upper
breast and into his eye. In actuality, he could only see
about a third of the breast's total mass. But the closeness,
the proximity of the breast, and it's beautiful shape were
enough to make him want to grope right then. Her delicate,
brown skin... her perfect, round curves...
He turned to the next page, moving his head as he did
so he could steal another glance. The breast heaved slightly
with a breath, and he noticed a pair of freckles near the
sternum. The right breast was blocked by the silk robe, but
the left majestically displayed much of itself thanks to the
slack on the left side of her body.
He continued turning pages. Kim leaned closer, resting
her hand on his shoulder. The touch wasn't sexual, it was
practical. She needed to see so she could explain the shots.
But when she outstretched her left arm to point at a
certain detail, Joe couldn't help but look directly down her
further opened robe. Her exposed chest moved underneath his
eye, allowing him sight of both curves, and , oh god..., a
thin ridge of her rose-colored bra.
Joe wondered if she detected his hot breath on her
exposed flesh. She seemed oblivious to the condition she was
putting him in. Why did they have to be so big!! Joe felt at
once glad for the exciting views the open robe provided of
her cleavage, and yet partly wished she would put something
more concealing over her body. He liked looking at women's
breasts, but not his best friend's wife's.
If this was any other woman, he would try to fuck her.
Either with words, or with actions, he would try to feel her
smooth body and completely expose those incredible tits. He
loved the femininity of Asian women, and being an attractive
guy, he had slept with several in the past. But Kim was
unbelievable. Those breasts... those tits! Such a rare sight
to his eyes. He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to fuck such a
rare jewel.
He neared the end of the book, when he heard crying
from upstairs. That's right! Bill and Kim had a baby a few
months ago!
"I'll be right back..." Kim left the table, and headed
for the stairs. Joe gulped down his remaining orange juice,
hoping his erection would settle before he tried to get up.
Kim didn't return right away, so Joe got up and started
examining the house. He was glad for Bill. A good job, a hot
wife, a new baby... and he did it without leaving home. He
stayed in their small little town, whereas Joe had left for
what he thought would be bigger opportunities.
He shouldn't have put their friendship in jeopardy a
second time. Joe had nearly ruined their relationship their
first year of college. Bill was dating a very nice blonde,
in fact, so nice of a blonde that Joe decided he needed to
fuck her. He was always luckier with women than Bill, and
sure enough, the blonde eagerly accepted his advances.
But you shouldn't fuck the girlfriend of your best
friend, especially when you're roommates. Bill surprised
them by returning early one night. But he was the most
surprised as stumbled in on Joe's cock pumping into his
girlfriend's eager pussy. And in Bill's bed, no less.
What a mistake. They finally patched up their
friendship, and Joe swore he would never touch his friend's
woman again.
He turned as he heard footsteps coming down the hall.
Kim appeared around the corner.
Joe knew he had to leave once he saw her again. He
immediately made up an excuse, and started for the door. He
knew he might lose control base on what he just saw. The
cleavage was bad enough, but she now wore the damp stains of
her milk across the silk robe. She had been breast-feeding
her child.
Joe made it to the door, and turned to say his
farewell. He made sure his eyes didn't travel down her body
to the area of her wet nipples. They shook hands.
"Why don't you come tomorrow?" she asked.
Joe noticed her robe was hanging more loosely across
her. Evidently, she hadn't tied it as tightly as she had
earlier. Oh what the hell... he looked again. Her cleavage
swooped down her chest, past the round tops of her breasts
and the protruding curves. Right down past the descending
curve back to her chest. She had taken off her bra.
"Ok." Joe headed out, chastising himself for the urges
hat sprung up inside him. It would be safer tomorrow, he
figured. She would probably be in a more concealed state of
dress...
Bill called that night, apologizing for missing his
friend. He explained they were going through a mini-crisis
at work, and that's why he had to go in early.
"So what do you think of Kim?" He asked.
Ordinarily, Joe would have told him exactly how he
felt. He would have told him he had an incredibly hot wife,
who had the sexiest cleavage he had ever seen. But he didn't
want Bill to know how much time he had spent looking at her
breasts. He didn't want to plant a seed in his mind that
would recall that horrible past.
"She seems great!" He offered. "Very friendly, and a
good cook!"
Bill said he should be there the next morning. Joe
started to feel more comfortable about returning. But he
couldn't help but flash images of Kim in his mind as he wen
to sleep that night. He couldn't help but rub his hardened
cock against the mattress...
Fuck! What was he thinking?? He had been back in town
two days, and all he could think about was Kim's breasts.
What it would be like to see them... what it would be like
to have her robe open just a little further, and expose the
full nakedness of her breasts and nipples. What it would be
like to wedge his cock between the soft curves...
Joe sat up, and beat his cock raw the rest of the night
thinking about Kim and her breasts. He couldn't shake the
image of their voluptuous shape covered by milk-dampened
stains. This is Ok, he told himself. I can think about her.
Then nobody knows, and nobody gets hurt..
He finally fell asleep, and dreamt of Kim sleeping
beside him ;the wind gently blowing open her robe and
exposing the shadowed line of her Asian cleavage, and the
little curve formed above the sternum where they met in a
soft press. The robe flapped in the breeze, tantalizing him
with large exposed areas, but never enough to see her
nipples. Evidently, his mind knew where to draw the line.
He arrived at breakfast the next morning. Again, Bill
had to leave before he got there. Joe had thought about
coming earlier, but realized it would be more difficult to
stare at Kim's breasts with her husband in the room. He
fought the idea in his mind. Yes, he wanted to look at Kim.
He wanted to once again soak up the sight of that heaving
Asian cleavage. And if Bill caught him! He didn't want to
think about that. He had looked at, admired, and masturbated
to her tits. But he wasn't doing anything really wrong.
After Kim opened the door, Joe nearly had a heart
attack. He had barely sized up her extremely short and
delicate robe when she wrapped her arms around him and gave
him a hug. Joe had to arch his hips to keep her from feeling
his hard-on. But he did manage to feel those magnificently
soft breasts mash against him...
Oh, Goood! He thought when she stepped back. She had
applied a full day's make-up. her hair was clean and
radiant. And that robe! Joe stole a glance at her bare
thighs and the promising area between them. It went only a
little past her waist, and seemed to be glued to her perfect
breasts, unable to conceal their full shape in anyway. Of
course, her trademark cleavage was carefully hidden under
the silk. But with luck, this robe would open as easily as
the first.
Joe found it impossible to take his eyes off her now.
She moved through the kitchen, stretching and leaning in
ways that seemed to psychically call out, "Fuck me." Joe
wanted to answer those calls, but worked out his frustration
by chewing his food.
She still seemed perfectly oblivious to her arousing
state of dress. She acted like a caring host, but didn't
make any comments or innuendoes to suggest she was trying to
seduce Joe. She was a very sexy woman, and probably dressed
like this to please Bill. Since he was Bill's best friend,
she obviously felt she could trust him not to have sexual
thoughts about her.
But she was wrong. And Joe hated himself for it. He
would have given his right arm to touch and kiss those
breasts for even five minutes.
Kim knelt in front of him, handing him a slice of
grapefruit. "Thank you." Joe said. Not for the grapefruit,
but the overdue parting of her robe. Her cleavage crept with
the bend, opening to what appeared to be the top of a lacy
white bra. Her Asian flesh called to him from the shadow
across her chest.... "Taste me... lick me... rub me..."
"That looks very nice!" Joe said. Again, he wasn't
talking about the grapefruit.
Kim moved over to the doorwall and glanced outside.
"Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day!" she
beamed. she turned a bit, and leaned against the countertop.
She lifted her hands to her head, pulling her shiny hair up
with her fingers.
Her body was positioned between Joe and the outside
light. That proved most effective at demonstrating the sheer
quality of her chosen robe. Her slim, toned body cut a
striking silhouette under the garment. Her legs, her hips,
and of course , her breasts, were all outlined to their
exact shape. She moaned lightly as she exhaled a deep,
erotic breath.
Joe stared at her body, feeling safe in his lustful
gaze so long as Kim's eyes remained closed. He could
practically feel her breasts with his eyes, and taste the
protruding nipples with the same look.
Like the day before, the scene was interrupted by the
sound of the crying infant. Joe managed to break his
admiring stare before Kim could open her own eyes and notice
him. She quickly bounded to the stairs, heading for her
needing child.
Joe thrust his hand into his pants and found his
throbbing cock. Her jerked himself right at the breakfast
table, the image of Kim burning in his mind.
"Oh, Kim... oh Kim..." he muttered to himself. He knew
he was going to cum, but where? He didn't want to splooge
into his pants, announcing his actions to the young mother.
He stood up, stroking himself as he walked, and made it to
the sink. He pictured Kim opening her robe for the infant
child, exposing that heavenly breast and life-giving nipple.
He imagined the baby's young lips covering the tit, milking
it for it's needed nourishment.
Joe came into the sink. He unloaded onto an unwashed
plate, moaning Kim's name quietly as he did. He rubbed
himself a few more times, then quickly rinsed the plate and
the small amount of sperm on his hands.
He managed the rest of the breakfast more easily, now
that his monster load of cum had been dumped. But a few more
leans brought a few more glimpses of Kim's bursting Asian
cleavage, and he found himself hard again in no time.
Needless to say. Tomorrow's invitation was accepted
with eagerness. This couldn't go on forever. Joe would start
his new job the next week, and these little erotic
breakfasts would come to an end. "Might as well enjoy it
while I can..." he reasoned.
Kim wore the same robe the next morning. She wore the
same robe, and once again, Joe was the only one there to
appreciate it. Kim made omelets, and performed the usual
stretching and reaching routines from the previous days. Joe
particularly watched as she stretched high up for something
on an upper shelf. His mind told him to offer to get it for
her, but his body made him sit, and look to the tight little
ass lifting up with her reach.
Oh, yes... Sure enough, A flash of Kim's white silk
panties crept out from underneath the robe. Oh, that
precious spot between her legs and under her ass. Joe
started to wonder why he put himself through this. Why did
he continue to come over and be inadvertently boiled to a
sexual frenzy?
"Could you screw this top off?"
Joe thought he meant her bra, or he hoped she meant her
bra. But the jar in her hand quickly ruined that fantasy.
Kim walked to him, rested the jar and the table, and bent
forward.
Joe watched the exposed portion of her chest grow from
the thin line of her cleavage to the complete sight of her
breasts and the lacy pink bra that held them. The robe
dangled well below her bursting bosom. Her breasts dangled
deliciously in the lacy cups.
Joe sat with his mouth hanging open. He could see
nearly every detail of this beautiful Asian woman's chest.
He could clearly see the line of skin where her breasts
sprouted from her thin frame. He could see the bra straps
loosely hanging from her shoulder and the breasts shifting
slightly inside the cups. Those same cups indented the skin
along the ridge, their firm hold shaping, and supporting the
massive size. He again noticed several little freckles, and
immediately wished he could kiss them.
"Go ahead, use those strong hands."
Joe almost reached for her tits, but figured she meant
the jar. He placed his hand on the round lid, staring at the
humps dangling behind it. Kim didn't rise from her position.
She held her pose, seemingly unaware of how highly exposed
her motherly female parts had become. Those breasts!! Those
over-sized, Asian breasts held so firmly in that lovely pink
bra. And they weren't just large from her pregnancy. Those
babies were huge in her wedding photos. She was a large-
breasted woman, pure and simple.
As much as he wanted to bathe in the sight of her tits,
Joe realized he had better unscrew the top. He twisted it
hard, and it came off. Kim reached for the lid, lifting her
exposed right breast higher than the left but inducing a
maddening jiggle in both.
She then continued cooking, but was interrupted by the
baby crying. She interrupted her preparation, and headed for
the stairs.
Joe again slid his hand down his pants. He massaged the
aching tip of his penis, trying his best to simulate the
feel of Kim's smooth, creamy breasts. Then he had an idea.
He sprang to his feet, his pants still unzipped. He
carefully moved up the stairs, hoping he wouldn't call
attention to himself.
He heard Kim cooing in the background, and noticed a
light streaming through the door at the end of the hall. He
tiptoed towards it, hoping against hope he could pull off
his mission.
His heart pounded as he moved his eye in line with the
opening. He quickly made out Kim's luxuriant hair, and her
slightly rocking head. She was turned away from him,
allowing him to move closer to the door to expanding his
field of view.
Kim sat on the bed, her arms undoubtedly holding up her
newborn to her milky breast. Joe struggled for a look at the
creamy skin, praying he could see at least one of her hidden
nipples. But her back was directly towards him.
Damn! Joe grew frustrated as Kim began humming to her
baby. Then he noticed it! Directly opposite Kim's lovely
exposed front was a full-sized mirror. Joe's eyes darted to
the reflection, and quickly picked up on Kim's open robe,
and the breast she bared for her child.
He couldn't see the nipple... the infant's mouth and
head blocked the view. But he could see the full
roundness... the gentle slope beginning at the top of the
breast and ending in a large, curved mass of brown flesh.
His hand went back into his pants, and he began to massage
his cock slowly.
He watched as excess milk spilled down her breast, and
how she mopped it up with her robe. He watched as Kim closed
her eyes. She had stopped humming, and now heaved her
breasts with heavy breath.
She was moaning!
Joe quickened the pace on his cock as he realized she
was enjoying the sucking. She was getting excited! She moved
her hand, as though she was going to touch herself, but
evidently thought better of it. She pulled the baby closer,
and started squeezing her unused breast with her left hand.
Joe knew he was about to cum. He didn't want to leave,
but felt unloading his sperm on her bedroom door wouldn't be
too appropriate. He made it back downstairs, and released
once again into the sink.
Kim came down a few moments later. Joe's cock returned
to life as the glowing beauty stood in front of him, her
left nipple clearly visible through the milk-dampened robe.
Joe ate his breakfast, but wished he had what the baby got.
Kim moved back to her counter, and took a nearby towel
into her hands. Joe watched her from the side as she brought
the towel against the dampness. He watched the contour of
the breast beneath the robe shift and alter as she rubbed
herself with the towel. She then slipped the towel inside,
palming it against the curved, moistened breast beneath. Joe
watched as she dabbed at the milk, and the eventually
returned to her cooking.
She didn't bother to re-seal her robe. She sat down
opposite Joe, the robe sagging wonderfully towards her side
and exposing that cleavage. About half the vertical distance
of her breasts were visible, and the smooth, shimmery
outlines suggested that she was braless once again.
"Well," she said as Joe headed out the door "sorry you
haven't had a chance to eat with Bill. I hope I have been
good company..."
"The best." Joe replied.
"We'll get together over the weekend, I'm sure. I know
he's going in early again tomorrow, but why don't you come
over for one last breakfast?"
"I wouldn't miss it!" Indeed not. Joe knew he couldn't
refuse looking down her robe one last time. In Bill's
company, he completely expected those wonderful tits to be
covered.
The last morning began as usual. Kim hugged him as he
arrived, pressing her warm, cushioning body against him. Joe
noticed one thing different: she had a chain around her neck
that disappeared into the closed robe.
Another thing was different. No cooking. The kitchen
was without smell, the stove without heat. Joe was a little
confused, but figured she just hadn't started yet.
"Have a seat." she offered Joe. Kim sat down beside
him, not across. She was at the head of the table, at a
ninety degree angle.
She started with small talk, asking about Joe's life in
town back before he left. Joe answered her questions,
figuring she just wasn't hungry yet. Or maybe she had
something finished she had in the fridge or something.
"You know, I have a long-time child hood friend, too."
Kim said.
"Really?"
"Yes. I have a picture. Would you like to see it?"
"Sure."
Kim smiled, and pulled open her robe. Joe's heart
pounded as she willingly exposed her cleavage. The chain
that rested against her bosom ended in a small locket. Kim
folded back her robe, allowing it to remain open. She
grasped the locket, opened it, and held it towards Joe. The
chain wasn't that long. As Joe leaned forward to clearly see
the picture, he realized he was only inches from her
breasts. His body went numb. His breath quickened. His cock
screamed at him from within his pants.
In all honesty, he couldn't have told you what the
picture was. His eyes looked right past it, and down Kim's
magnificent chest. She wore no bra. Her beautiful, large,
Asian breasts heaved in front of him, with only a enough
robe left on them to cover her nipples. The dark skin merged
with the shadows that formed further down her body. Her
light freckles sat happily beside the glinting light from
outside.
Kim closed the locket, but didn't close the robe. She
sat across from Joe, talking now about how much she enjoyed
having a child. And how she hoped the baby we be a best
friend to her. Joe looked at her, allowing his eyes to
wander down to her exposed chest as often as possible. He
was obsessed, enchanted, and unbelievably aroused by those
incredible breasts. Kim continued on about her baby, and the
bond she already felt she shared with it.
"Speaking of which..."
Kim cupped her left breast. She squeezed it slightly.
Joe saw the silk above the nipple dampen.
"Excuse me for a minute." Kim got up, and headed for
the stairs.
The timing was wise. Joe wondered if he could keep from
attacking his friend's wife. He had enjoyed her unconscious
views, but today... He wanted her. He wanted to take her,
and caress those bouncing breasts and make them his own. He
wanted... Joe continued his new ritual and slid his hand
into his pants. He wrapped It around his engorged cock,
trying to comfort his lust. Come on boy, he thought... can't
think about that... He got up, working his cock with a
fever. he walked into the family room, pleading with his
body not to head for the stairs. His pants were past his
hips, making his steps difficult. He jerked himself, fearing
any loss of contact would create a moment of weakness. And
then... who knows...
"Joe?'
Oh shit! Joe pulled his hand out as he heard Kim coming
back down the hall. He barely got his pants up before Kim
appeared around the corner.
She carried her infant child in her arms.
"You don't mind if I breast-feed, do you?"
Joe stammered out a "No." But oh fuck... was she really
going to do it? Oh fuck!
The infant tugged at the silk. Joe watched as the tiny
hand managed to open her robe in uncontrolled jerks,
exposing her dripping nipple in quick flashes. The infant's
tiny fingers found there way to the tit, and Joe felt ready
to cum his pants as the fragile hand clamped her brown,
tender nip.
Kim sat down, and properly opened her robe. She sat
directly in front of Joe, unashamed of the gorgeous breast
she made naked before him. The baby's mouth quickly found
it's breakfast, and happily sucked the warm milk from her
tit.
Joe watched the tiny mouth purse and suckle the round
nipple. he watched the excess milk run out the baby's mouth,
down Kim's bare breast, and onto the white silk robe
beneath.
He couldn't speak. He couldn't breathe. His body
tingled from head to toe as he watched this female, this
beautiful Asian female, suckle her infant child to her naked
breast. The motherly instinct over-rode any self-
consciousness of the nudity of her chest, or the open legs
that Joe now realized offered a clear view of her skimpy
white panties.
Maybe she just trusted him. Maybe she felt he was so
close to Bill, that he certainly would be close enough for
this. Joe noticed the locket was gone, and then remembered
his own pants were unzipped and open.
He finally looked at her face. Kim's eyes pierced
through him as she stared back. she stared back with a look
that at first suggested anger. An anger coming from the
realization Joe was getting sexually aroused during this
perfectly natural female act.
"What have you been doing?' she said in a motherly
tone.
She held the infant in her arms, but mostly with her
left one. Her right arm pulled away, and brought her hand to
her neck. Her fingertips ran against the smooth, creamy
brown flesh. They ran down the middle of her chest and over
the dark, curved line formed by the pressing of her breasts.
She took the robe in hand, and lifted it from her right,
dripping nipple.
"Come here, baby... come get your breakfast." (CONTINUED)
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