Meeting an Old Friend

“Andy, can you take these around to Britney, please?”

When your mother ask you to do something the reply is always yes. Accordingly I agreed and picked up the stuff that my mother indicated. Quite heavy it was, too. I didn’t really mind. I liked Britney and I hadn’t seen her for a while. Quite a while, now that I thought of it. Possibly a year or two. I wondered how much she’d changed.

“Um, what is Britney’s address?” I asked. I had an idea that it had changed.

With address and goodies in hand I set off on my delivery round.

I pulled up at Britney’s place, and a very nice place it was, and rang the doorbell. Britney promptly answered.

My, my, she’d definitely grown since I last saw her. She certainly never used to have a rack like the one she now owned. All in all a very nice figure with a pretty face to go with it. I heartily approved.

“Yes?” she said when she answered the door.

“Yes? Is that all you have to say when an old friend arrives, bearing goodies? You wound me, Britney. Seriously wound me.”

She looked confused, possibly wondering if she was being visited by an idiot. I sighed and shook my head.

“It’s Andy, Dum-dum,” I said. “My mother said you were expecting this stuff.”

“Oh my god, Andy. You’ve changed so much. I didn’t recognise you.”

I suppose I had changed, gaining a few inches and putting on considerable beef. (Not fat — muscle and solid flesh.)

“You’ve changed somewhat yourself,” I pointed out. “Still, I’d recognise that pretty face of yours anywhere.”

“And you’ve grown a smoother tongue,” Britney said with a laugh.

I just gave a little wig-wag with my hand, sort of a maybe sign.

“Where do you want this? I’d better carry it in as it’s a bit heavy. You can then unpack it inside.”

“Thank you,” she said, holding the door wide. I moved past her and she in turn ducked past me, heading down the hallway. “Just follow me,” she said.

She took me down to the kitchen and I deposited the parcel on the kitchen table, and happy I was to do so. The blasted thing seemed to get heavier by the moment.

“Take a seat and I’ll make you some coffee. “We can catch up on what we’ve been doing over the last couple of years.”

So we sat down and had some coffee and caught up and the easy friendship I’d had with Britney was still there. We just seemed to click when we were together.

“Ooh, listen. While you’re here I’d like your honest opinion on something. I bought a new bikini yesterday and while it looked good in the shop I’m starting to have second thoughts. Do you mind having a look at it? You’ve always had good taste in clothes.”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

Look over an attractive young woman in a bikini? I’d bear up under the strain.

She was gone for about five minutes. I guess it doesn’t take long to strip and put on a bikini. She came waltzing into the room wearing a big smile and not much else. If I’d had false teeth I’d have swallowed them. As it was I damn near swallowed my tongue.

Don’t get me wrong. It was a very nice bikini, BUT.

It had high cut sides to the bottom, a bottom that didn’t leave too much to the imagination, but was still the right side of respectable. True, I could tell by looking at her that she shaved but that was neither here nor there. It was the top that was the killer.

In theory the cups covered her Ankara escort breasts completely but for one small detail. The cups had a large semi-circle removed from the bottom half of each cup, starting just below her nipples and reaching down to the band that was the bottom of the cup. I had never seen a bikini top that screamed touch me quite as much as this one did.

That creamy skin showing in the gaps was most definitely her breasts, not some sort of material pretending to be skin. I suppose the thin cord that actually ran along under her breasts was designed to hold the cups in place, but I felt that she shouldn’t bet her modesty on them. Any sort of wave action would leave her showing her nipples and completely unaware of it. Damn it all, a sneeze or a big breath would probably be all it took to lift the cups slightly, letting her nipples pop free.

“Let me guess. When you tried it on in the shop you had to have a bra on, right?”

“Of course. You have to keep your underwear on while trying on bathers for health reasons.”

“That’s what I thought. Um, your second thoughts began when you saw what it looked like when you tried it on properly at home?”

She blushed a little, nodding.

“Understandable, you are showing a rather lot of breast. Is it my imagination or do those half-tops only just cover your nipples? The reason I ask is because I can see part of your areola peeping beneath the edge.”

“What? No you can’t. I checked when I put it on.”

“Yeah, you can. I guess your breathing lifted the top just that little bit. Let me try a little experiment.”

Without waiting for actual permission I reached over and pressed her nipple. It was easy to see where it was as there was already a small bump showing. She made a startled sound, a hand protecting her breast, but I just stepped back a bit.

“Shift your hand,” I told her, and she did so after giving me a dirty look. Her nipples were now prominent, reacting to the touch, and they pulled the top up just a little bit more. You could definitely see part of her areolas peeping out from under the cups.

“If you don’t mind flashing your nipples to all and sundry it’s a very nice bikini. Of course, if you do mind then you may have a small problem.”

“The salesgirl swore they wouldn’t move enough to show my nipples, Britney protested, sounding defensive.

“That’s her job,” I pointed out. “Watch.”

I simply took hold of a shoulder strap and tweaked it. The cup below promptly jumped and a lovely pink nipple popped into view.

“How often have you seen a boy tweak a girl’s shoulder strap? All in fun of course.”

Britney was looking down at her exposed nipple with some irritation. Not trying to cover it at this point for some reason, not that I minded.

“She lied to me,” came the complaint. “I’m so mad I could spit.”

“Please don’t. The only target around is me and I’d just as soon not get spat on.”

“What am I supposed to do now?”

“Take it back and exchange it for something more suitable or possibly make a small adjustment. Give me your top for a moment.”

“Are you kidding me? Stand here topless? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I would, but in my own defence may I point out that I can effectively see one of your breasts right now. Seeing both of them won’t send me into a sex-starved frenzy. ankara olgun escort I’ll just quietly appreciate them and see if the bra can be modified slightly.”

“Fine,” she said, in a tone that meant it wasn’t. She reached behind her and unhooked something and then lifted the top off over her head. At that point saner councils prevailed and she hastily covered her breasts with her arms. (Too late as I’d already seen them, and lovely they were to behold.)

I turned the cups so I could see the back of them. Then I showed the backs to Britney.

“If you get some fine mesh in the same colour as the top or in a nice contrasting colour you could sew it into place. As long as you get the measurements right it would fit snugly and you wouldn’t need to worry about what it showed. I’m sure you could find a seamstress who could do the work and it shouldn’t cost too much. Still, the better option might be to take it back and complain long and loud until they exchange it for something more appropriate.”

“I’ll take the fucking thing back,” she grumbled, really disappointed.

“Another option,” I told her, carefully not reminding her that she was still standing there topless, her arms having drifted away from her breasts, “is to wrap it up and give it to someone of your size who would be delighted to wear something like that. Like your sister, for instance. If my memory is correct she’d probably be highly pleased if her nipples accidentally popped out while she’s at the beach.”

“She would not,” Britney snapped, and then she paused. “Actually she might, mightn’t she? She is a little bit of an exhibitionist.”

“When you’re looking for a new suit you might give some thought to checking that the bottom half has a bit of lining here.”

I reached down and lightly scraped my nails along her pudenda, nicely outlined by the thin, close-fitting material. Britney made a very odd sound when I did that.

“What’d you do that for?” she demanded.

“Just showing where your bikini might benefit from slightly thicker material or a lining,” I said innocently.

“Ooh, you liar,” she gasped. “You deliberately touched me there. You’re a pervert.”

“Nothing perverted about it,” I said with a laugh. “Just taking a chance when the opportunity arose to touch a lovely girl.”

“Really? And what were you just saying about not going into a sex-starved frenzy?”

“Come on. If I was really making a pass at you I’d start by doing something like this.”

My hands went to her waist and slid down, going under her bikini straps. As my hands continued down the straps came with them, starting to peel her bikini down.

“Hey, stop that,” Britney yelled, a little too late. I just kept on going drawing the bikini right down, leaving it tangled around her ankles.

“You, you,…” she stuttered, not knowing what to say.

“You have a beautiful body,” I said. “I’ve always thought so but now it’s sensational.”

My hands swept back up her sides, moving straight up until they were level with her breasts, and then they moved to cover her breasts.

“Stop it. You can’t do that,” she protested.

“Are you sure? I thought that was why you left them uncovered,” I said, sounding so innocent I’d put a choir boy to shame.

“You thought nothing of the sort,” she said ankara ucuz escort blushing, ignoring the fact that she had left her breasts on display for my edification and delight. “You’re just trying to take advantage of me.”

A hand rubbed that smooth mons and continued on between her legs, continuing to rub the softness I found there.

“You could be right,” I admitted. I wasn’t in a position to say any more as my mouth had captured a nipple and was sucking lightly on it.

Britney was trying to push me away, both hands and head, but there was no real effort in it. I simple kept on playing, feeling her respond. When I had a free moment I undid my trousers and unzipped. Feeling that it was only fair that Britney had something to play with I moved her hand to my groin, my toy standing out and offering itself to her.

Britney accepted my offering, her hand moving over me. It seemed to me that my offered toy was growing larger even as she accepted it, continuing to grow as she played.

Deciding that enough was enough I turned Britney so her back was to the kitchen table, and pressed her back against it. She leaned back, arms reaching behind her to keep her balance, legs parted so I could move closer. She watched as my cock moved closer, moving into position. She gasped when it started to brush up and down her slit, eyes wide, trying to see exactly what was happening.

Her passage was gaping, her pudenda fat and protruding, her inner lips pursed and showing. I brushed her inner lips, letting their moisture bead on my cock, finally gently pressing against the entrance to her passage. I pressed home, driving in firmly with Britney arching her back, pushing up to meet me.

Connection made I leaned over her, my mouth seeking her breasts. At the same time my hands were on her bottom, helping to lift her and pull her towards me as I drove into her.

We started moving faster. I have to admit that I’d had an erection from the moment Britney walked in wearing that bikini. Really, how did she think this wasn’t going to happen with her breasts effectively on display and her pussy covered by what seemed to be a coat of paint? I wasn’t worried if I’d deliberately been seduced or if I’d done the seducing. I was just enjoying myself.

The way Britney was reacting I expect she was feeling in a somewhat similar state of mind, not that I was worried if she didn’t. What was happening was happening and we couldn’t go back now.

Now that we had a nice rhythm going I transferred my hands to her breasts and lifted my head to properly kiss her. Our bodies were plastered against each other and we were just going with the flow.

The trouble with any sort of flow is that eventually it ends. I could feel the end coming where I was concerned and simply turned up the heat, not troubled by the end to come. Then I was climaxing, pumping in to her with a frantic jerking motion, apparently what she was waiting for because it seemed to set her off, climaxing and screaming softly and trying to milk me for all she could get.

Afterwards Britney looked down at herself and giggled.

“Ah, you’ll excuse me if I don’t show you to the door,” she said. “I don’t think I’m quite dressed for it.”

I departed and headed homeward.

“Mission accomplished,” I told my mother. “Britney said thank you very much.”

“Ah, that’s nice. Did you catch up on old times?”

“We did,” I admitted, “telling each other what we’d been doing over the past couple of years.”

“Did you meet her husband?”

“Ah, no,” I said. “To tell the truth I completely forgot that she was married now.”

And I didn’t recall her saying anything about it while we were, um, catching up.