Washing his car became a slow motion waltz as Gary studied the woman move around ordering the men. By noon, the two pickup trucks and pair of station wagons along with the men drove off and the lady disappeared into the house. Gary shrugged the entire scene off as entertainment thinking he’d never see the buxom blonde again.
That evening Gary decided to make meatloaf and mashed potatoes with canned sweet peas for dinner and try to enjoy a nice evening with his bride, hoping there would be even the slightest chance the woman would loosen up a bit and have a playful and filthy time with genitals on their marital mattress.
Just before Suzy was to arrive home, Gary heard a gentle rap on the door. At first he thought Suzy had come home early and had forgotten the house key again but when he opened the door, to his surprise the chesty blonde was standing on the porch and she began speaking as soon as the door was fully open, “Hi, hate to bother you, but you’re the only person in this neighborhood I’ve seen so far … can I borrow a stick of butter … I’ll pay you back on Friday after I get paid.”
Gary had never been in such close proximity to very large breasts, especially undulating breasts with huge thick nipples under a shirt with severe transparency and he felt his face blushing. He wanted desperately to look down at the lady’s massive chest and rub his penis on her erect nipples, but he forced his focus into her big blue eyes. His mind went blank for a moment then he snapped out of it when he realized his penis was rising and could blow in seconds. He wasn’t sure what to do or say until the lady broke his trance and asked, “You okay dear?”
Gary grinned a little then said with a slight quiver in his voice as he nodded his head, “Yeah … I think I do have two stits,” then Gary cringed and corrected himself as he tapped his forehead with the heel of his hand, “I mean sticks … in the fridg.”
The Lady giggled a little as she said with a grin, “You’re cuter than a puppy,” as she gently pressed her finger into Gary’s stomach just below his navel then pulled her hand back to her side.
Gary didn’t know what to do next. He liked her gentle touch and knew she was aware he had an erection in his shorts then he completely forgot his wife would be pulling into the drive in a few minutes as he begged in his mind like mental telepathy for the woman to suck his stiff penis. He felt a flush of heat rush his face and he asked with a quiver in his voice, “Want to come in and help me find the butter?”
The lady placed her palms on her hips and cocked her head to one side, then asked as she glanced down at Gary’s bulge then looked back into his eyes, “Do you really think that’s such a good idea sweetheart, with that going on down there?”
Gary wanted to yank the lady through the doorway, slam the door shut, lock it, rip her blouse open and stick his erection between the beautiful flesh balloons and let his penis do what it was about to do in seconds anyway.
“Um, yeah, I guess you’re right, you better wait here, I’ll get a stit, damn it … I mean stick … a stick of butter,” Gary said, then he turned and before he took a step forward he closed his eyes to tattoo the vision clearly on the walls of his mind of the pair of white blobs of flesh hiding behind shear white material and praying there wasn’t a wet spot on the front of his shorts.