Distraction 

    Code code code.

    That's all I get to do these days. Deadlines don't favor
innovation. Churn it out, get it working, throw it over the wall to the
testers. Next.

    The one good thing about this is I get to tell people to go away
for awhile. Don't bother me, don't distract me, I have to get this
done. Yes, I know that doesn't work quite right. Yes, that's cumbersome
to use. Oh, yes, that's probably a bug. Log it and take a number. I'll
get to it when I finish this release. Maybe.

    Code code code.

    I sat hunched over the keyboard, eyes glazed at six windows of code
on my screen. I lay tucked away in my little cubicle far enough away
from the main hallway so if some investors happened to be in the
building they don't have to see the help. Far be it for them to have to
see the scruffy engineers that actually make things work with some
semblance of order around here. At least they won't be distracting me
from helping them make money.

    Code code ...

    "Jake?"

    Goddamn.

    I gave him a grunt in acknowledgment that I remembered that this
was indeed my name, and proceeded to add yet another ill-conceived
feature to the code as demanded by the requirements. A grunt like that
speaks volumes to other engineers. Go away, I'm busy, that grunt said.
Bother someone else.

    "Hey, Jake!"

    Argh. But this guy's no engineer. "What, Ralph?"

    "C'mon, we're going to be late."

    Now he made me turn my head from the computer. Ralph officially
became a distraction. "Late for what?" The next moment I had the
horrible thought most engineers have at this point. "Oh, please, not
another meeting!" I groaned.

    Ralph gave me this smile, a sort of knowing smirk. On anyone else
it would make the person look like a wiseass. But Ralph was one of
those rare people at the office, someone who knew his butt from a hole
in the ground even though he wasn't an engineer. And dammit, he had a
beard, one with just a touch of gray in it, and a one of those
knowledgeable faces above it that just makes a guy look distinguished.
And distinguished people aren't wiseasses.

    So when he spoke again, I expected the wisdom of the ages to come
forth.

    "We're going to be late for lunch," said Ralph.

    Lunch? Why was the Wise One mentioning lunch? Engineers knew not
"lunch". They knew "grabbing a bite" or "eating at your desk" or "damn,
where can I get change for the vending machine".

    Then I remembered. Another distracting moment from Ralph. A moment
of weakness, and an agreement to go to lunch with him and some friends
at some day in the future. Likely that day was today.

    "I can't," I told him. "I have to get this done."

    "You need a break, Jake," Ralph said. He grabbed my jacket from the
hook and tossed it at me. "Come on."

    Well, that committed me. You don't refuse when the only clueful one
at the office does something like that. I stood up and headed out with
him, slipping my jacket on as we walked briskly to the parking lot.
"Who's going to this lunch?" I asked him.

    "My boss," replied Ralph. "Ed from accounting. Sam from web
design."

    I nodded. Ralph's boss I could handle. Nice woman. Not a real
looker, but she was married anyway, so who cares? Ed was boring but
tolerable. Sam was quirky and would drone on and on about his little
Wonder of the Universe, his two year old daughter.

    "I think Ted said he'd be there."

    Hrm. Ted was a royal prick, but I could just not talk to him.

    He rattled off some names I didn't know. Then he added after a
pause, "Oh, and Mindy."

    I almost stopped right there in my tracks.

    Goddamm it. Mindy? Shit.

    If there ever was a distraction to be had, it was her. That was the
last think I needed today on a tight deadline, someone that would make
me stop thinking coherently for the next few hours.

    "I can give you a ride over there," Ralph said as we stepped into
the parking lot.

    "Yeah ... no!" I said quickly. "No, I'll drive myself."

    "You sure?"

    "Yeah, I'm sure. Where is this place again?"

    I only half-listened to him but nodded like I understood. See? She
was already a distraction and I wasn't even looking at her yet!

    We parted ways and I hurried over to my car. I had to get there
fast. I had to get a choice of seats. Sit me right next to her. That
would make it hard for me to look her way. I can think about it, but
that's not nearly as bad as the real thing.

    But I took a wrong turn. Thanks to that woman, I didn't listen
carefully enough and took a friggin' left when I should have turned
right. I found my way back quickly enough, but when I walked into the
restaurant, I was the last one to arrive. And they left the last chair
right at the head of the table.

    Crying out loud.

    I forced a smile on my lips at the lame-ass jokes about be being
late, and at the perfunctory greetings. Don't notice me. Don't say
anything at all, don't acknowledge me.

    "Hello, Jake."

    Shit. She talked to me. Now I had to look at her.

    I flashed her the same polite smile and tried to rein in my eyes.
Her face, Jake. Just look at her face. Yet when I did gaze in her
direction, I discovered that it was going to be virtually impossible to
do for very long. These bastards had sat Mindy near the other end of
the table. Not /at/ the end, facing down the table like me, where it
would have been far easier for me, but still seated along the side, so
that she was still in profile to me.

    Mindy said nothing more to me. It didn't matter. She made me look
at her. Now I was in trouble.

    Mindy was not a raving beauty. She was pushing about forty-eight, I
figured. Dark blond hair, worn straight, not very long. Eyes that were
this kind of odd brownish-green color. A little wide in the hips. A bit
of thickness to her legs. Some hardness to the face. She was someone
looking her age. If it had ended there, it wouldn't be a big deal. If
that was all there was, I'd not give her a second thought.

    But there was more. There were those boobs.

    Good God, those boobs.

    No. It's not what you're thinking. Oh, here's another one that goes
for a pair of big tits no matter what they're connected to. He's a
typical horny late twenty-something single male. Show him two big bags
of juicy female chest-flesh and he goes apeshit.

    All of that would be true if Mindy's breasts were just two big bags
of flesh. It was the fact that they were anything but that which was my
difficulty.

    Yes, Mindy's tits were generous. But I've seen a lot of large
boobs. So many women seem to be that way now that it's hardly special
anymore. But Mindy's /were/ special. They were not just two large
bulges on her chest. They were beautifully shaped. And not just from
her bra. The right bra can hide a multitude of sins. She wore a bra
that was just a bit loose, just enough to let her breasts fall into a
more natural shape.

    And I mean natural. They were not "round and high on her chest".
She was forty-eight. They had a bit of weight to them. Those kind of
tits are not going to be riding round and high anytime soon. But they
did not "sag". They /flowed/. They swelled gently from her chest,
spreading out smoothly into ample plumpness before curving back towards
her body. They shaped the cups of her bra rather than the other way
around.

    Did she know how good they looked? Did she know how utterly perfect
they were? I suspect she did. They didn't sit squeezed and bunched
together in her dress. They were allowed room to move, to let the cleft
between them show, to let them spread out over her chest. The cleavage
she exposed was milky-smooth, not a trace of any blemish, crease, or
mark.

    Jesus, I could still get hard from remembering the first time I met
her about a month ago.

    She was the new managerial assistant. She was being taken around
and introduced to everyone in the department. Maybe if the greeting had
been as quick as it had been with everyone else, I would have been
fine. But she lingered at my cubicle. She wanted to know the details of
my work. She would point to things on my screen and then lean over to
read them.

    /Lean over to read them./

    Goddamn, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Those gorgeous,
wonderfully contoured mounds. In the space of a second, she went from a
plain middle-aged woman to sexy as hell. I seriously thought I was
sick, that I was a pervert or something. I was almost glad when she
left. But then I'd see her constantly in the break room, and she would
insist on striking up a conversation with me. I swear, I wondered if
maybe she knew the affect she had on me and got off on torturing the
oversexed office geek.

    Now she didn't talk to me at all. But I got an eyeful anyway.

    Mindy was rather animated when she really got going about
something. She would use her hands with quick, cutting gestures in the
air. Each time she did, her boobs would jiggle, maddeningly delightful
ripples moving across her flesh, swellings of flesh dancing lightly
under her dress. I tried very, very hard to stop looking. I could take
my eyes from her, yet as soon as my concentration slipped, they veered
right back. I hardly ate more than half of my lunch.

    When the meal began to wind down, I was itching to get out of
there. Yet I was torn between wanting to get away from this distraction
and wanting to savor the moment of seeing Mindy's goddess-like tits in
such wonderful relief. I did not want to seem antisocial, either. I
waited until someone else had left first before finally, reluctantly,
making a mumbled apology for having to get back to the office.

    I rushed out to the parking lot. I was so hard my cheeks flushed
with embarrassment that someone might notice. I had to get my mind back
to my work. I didn't dare venture into the break room at all that
afternoon. As it was, I was likely not going to calm down for the next
hour.

    As I reached the car, I tried very hard to summon up images of my
code in my head, of piece I was working on before Ralph had pulled me
away from it. Yeah, that's it. Concentrate on that. It was something I
could understand. Code code ...

    "Jake? Wait!"

    Oh shit.

    My hand already on the car door handle, I turned my head and saw
Mindy jogging up to me. Her tits bounced happily against her chest, as
if her bra and dress were not even there. I didn't need to see that.

    "Yeah?"

    "I need a ride back to the office," Mindy said. Her lips curled
into that little tiny smile she liked to flash at me. "My friend that
drove me over remembered an appointment she had at the last minute."

    No. Go find someone else. Go take your distraction somewhere else.
Go find someone else to torture, maybe someone who'd call you out on
that and ask for a follow-up on that tease.

    "Uh, okay. Get in," I said.

    Yeah, I'm a wimp.

    As we pulled out of the parking lot, I thought, okay, I can handle
this. We were seated the way I wanted us to be seated in the first
place in the restaurant. I couldn't very well stare at her pups while
driving, could I now?

    "I noticed you didn't say much at lunch today," Mindy said, in that
sweet-yet-serious tone of voice. That voice was the perfect embodiment
of her. Pleasant, polite, friendly, but always with a
get-down-to-business undertone that always made you wonder if she was
about to strike up a conversation or engage in a debate.

    "Yeah, well, you know how engineers are," I replied with a small
smirk.

    A normal response: a brief knowing chuckle, maybe a small joke, and
move on. But nothing was normal with Mindy.

    "And how are they?"

    "Uh ... just ... not as social. You know."

    "Ah. Okay."

    Now that wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that women had a way of making
a statement with an unspoken question or issue just hanging off of it
like that. A guy says "okay", it means "okay". A woman says "okay", and
it can mean anything.

    "What?" I asked, intending to shake that issue off the end of that
"okay".

    "Nothing."

    "Yes, there was something."

    Mindy paused a moment. "Oh, well ... you've just been ... more so
lately."

    "Huh?"

    "More anti-social. With me, I mean."

    With her? Now she really had me confused. "But ..."

    "You just seem to want to get away so quickly from me whenever I
run into you at work," Mindy said smoothly. "I was wondering if I did
anything to upset you."

    Goddamn. She actually noticed that? She actually knew I was
avoiding her?

    "Well?"

    I sighed. "Uh, no, Mindy, nothing."

    "Liar."

    I was so surprised by that response that I jerked my head in her
direction briefly. She was smiling at me. But there was something
different about it. It wasn't so polite and businesslike anymore.

    The car went over a bump and her boobs bounced. I very quickly got
my eyes back on the road. "Why are you calling me a liar?" I demanded.

    "Because you are. There's something you're not telling me." I heard
movement. When she spoke again, it sounded like she had leaned towards
me. "What is it?"

    Why the hell was she putting me on the spot like this? "Mindy,
really, it's ... " I stopped. If I told her "nothing" again, I might
upset her. I didn't want to upset her. I just wanted her to stop
distracting me. "It's ... it's not something I can tell you."

    "Oh, really?"

    What was that in her voice? Curiosity? Disbelief? A little of both?

    "If you don't tell me," Mindy said, her voice silky. "I'm liable to
keep doing it. So what is it? How do I stop upsetting you?"

    The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Stop
being such a goddamn distraction."

    "I'm distracting to you?"

    "Yeah, you are."

    A pause. "Even now?"

    "Not ... not so much now."

    "Ah, so you have to be looking at me for me to distract you."

    Was that amusement in her voice?

    "So what part of me is distracting you?"

    I gripped the steering wheel tighter. I tried to ignore the
question. I tried to focus on the intersection up ahead.

    "Well?"

    Yes, she was amused! She though this was funny! Goddamn her. "Shit,
fine, Mindy," I snapped. "It's your tits, okay? That's it. Your tits.
Happy now?"

    She wasn't expecting that. She couldn't have been expecting that.
She thought I'd reply with something innocuous like hair, or eyes, or
even legs. That probably floored her. That ...

    "Oh, so you noticed them?"

    I was so startled I had to slam the brake to stop from barreling
through the red light.

    "Noticed them?!" I exploded. "Goddamn it, Mindy, you practically
spill them out of your dress that first day you met me and you ask if I
noticed them?"

    And then she did something I did not expect. She smiled at me. Not
the polite smile. Not the casual friendly smile. A playful smile. A
knowing smile. I was so nonplussed at this I couldn't respond.

    "Jake," she said in a soft voice, pointing.

    "Huh?" A horn blasted behind him. I looked up and saw the light had
turned green. Flushing with embarrassment again, I pulled sheepishly
through the light.

    "Take the next right," Mindy said.

    "Right? But we need to go left to get back to the office."

    "Yes, but we need to go right to get to your place."

    "My ... how do you know where ...?"

    "I'm the managerial assistant," Mindy said. "I see the personal
data for everyone in the department. Turn right."

    "But ..."

    "Unless you don't want a closer look at my tits?"

    That was one of those questions to which there was simply no
answer.

    I was beside myself as I drove back to my apartment. All this time
she was purposely trying to get me to notice them? She really was
flaunting them at me? I wasn't just imagining all of that?

    I was barely aware of the time passing. Somehow, we were just
there, and up into my apartment. I could not tell what I was more,
nervous or excited.

    "Um ... I've got some soda in the fridge if you want it," I said.
As stupid as that sounded to me, it was just automatic. I likely
misinterpreted her intentions in the car anyway.

    But there was no misinterpreting it when she ignored my question, a
small sultry smile on her face as she stepped up to me. Yet my
comprehension lagged. "Or if you just want water, I ..."

    It wasn't until her lips were pressed against mine that reality
caught up to me.

    She had her arms around me, drawing me to her. Her mouth held a
slow, rising urgency, lips gradually parting. My body pressed against
hers as the tip of her tongue began to play teasingly against mine. As
surprised as I still was at her boldness, I was merely reacting to her
until I felt the press of soft warmth against my chest. When I finally
realized that those magnificent breasts of hers were touching some part
of me, it was like an electric shock.

    I started to return the kiss. Lips parted wider, and tongues played
against each other. My body pressed more tightly to hers. Oh my God,
those boobs. I felt them squeezed against me. I could feel their supple
shape even through our clothing. I writhed against her, just to feel
them slide against me.

    Mindy made a small, amused chuckle and broke off the kiss. "You're
hardly getting the whole thing, you know," she commented.

    I almost told her I didn't care. Just the simple warmth of those
wonderful mounds alone was enough to make my cock strain and ache in my
pants. But then the next moment, she pulled back and started
unbuttoning her blouse, and I could not speak. I could only stare as
she uncovered her bra, and as the blouse slipped from her shoulders and
fell to the floor, it was the only thing between me and her treasures
now.

    Mindy gave me a mischievous look. She took my hands from around her
waist and coaxed them further up her back as she drew herself towards
me again. "Go ahead," she said with a sly smile and a soft, sultry
voice. "Remove it yourself."

    I almost didn't feel worthy. My hands trembled as they slipped up
her smooth back, fingers touching the clasps with an excitement equal
to touching a more intimate place. I had to fumble a bit with it,
feeling my cheeks grow warm, but Mindy blessedly did not utter a single
amused sound. She simply continued to fix those now deeply desirous
eyes on mine, making my heart pound.

    The hooks came free, and her bra snapped apart. I felt like a kid
unwrapping a present he knew he was getting as I slid the straps from
her shoulders and let the cups fall. Flesh rippled again as it was
freed, and jiggled softly as it spread out over her chest.

    My breath caught in my throat. My God. They were every bit as
magnificent as I thought they would be.

    The skin was perfectly smooth, the weight of the flesh doing
nothing to spoil it. The bra did not hide any imperfections because
there were none to hide. Lower on her chest they hung than for one
younger or less ample, yet they held a bold, curving shape even freed
from their support. The areolae were perfectly round, dark circles
around the rather prominent nubs of her nipples.

    Mindy shrugged the bra the rest of the way off her arms and tossed
it aside. With a gentle smile, she reached up and started to pop the
buttons of my shirt open one by one. My excitement mounted with each
one she opened, until she pulled the shirt apart and lay my chest bare.
Then she drew me towards her and kissed me again.

    Her bare breasts lay crushed against my chest, and I moaned deeply
into her mouth. Now it was her that writhed against me, and she began
to pant lightly as our tongues slid over each other. I was elated. She
was as excited about this as I was!

    Mindy suddenly broke off the kiss and turned around in my arms. It
was an unspoken invitation, and my hands had cupped her warm, soft
flesh as she leaned back into me. I was astonished at the heft of them,
delighted at their softness. I lifted them from her chest just to feel
their weight against my fingers. I gave them gentle squeezes, then
slowly harder ones. Mindy uttered tiny, soft noises, and her body
trembled in excitement against mine. I felt the nipples begin to press
into my hands. I stroked them lightly with my fingers, the nubs rising
to points as the grew quickly erect.

    Before this moment, I thought I knew how to appreciate a women's
tits. But I was afraid that these were so perfect that I would never be
up to the task. Yet as I teased her nipples, rubbing them lightly,
flicking at them gently with the tips of my fingers, stroking the
areolae around them,  Mindy's little noises became deeper moans.

    God, I could have played with her tits all day.

    Finally Mindy made a soft sound of amusement and placed one of her
hands over mine. "You do realize, Jake, that we haven't even moved from
where we came in?" she asked.

    It was only then when she had mentioned it that I realized she was
right. There was the front door of the apartment, not four feet away
from us. "Shit," I muttered. "At least I remembered to close it first."

    Mindy laughed at this and turned around in my arms. "I think we
better continue this in the bedroom." She smiled mischievously.
"Especially since I'm sure there's something else you're itching to do
with my tits."

    I just smiled at her. Good God, yes.

    In the bedroom, I got to watch her strip out of the rest of her
clothes as I did mine. At that point I discovered that her breasts were
not the only thing about her that was magnificent.

    Oh, yes, she was an older woman. There was no denying that. But she
had aged beautifully. Her body was still delightfully curved, the skin
taut and smooth. Her hips flared gracefully from her waist. The insides
of her thighs were like cream. Her bush was trimmed but not shaven. I
liked that. I liked having a bit of hair to run my fingers through, or
to tease with a light touch or a light breath.

    I watched her reaction as I slid my briefs down my legs, and she
appeared pleased at what she saw. We embraced, enjoying the touch of
our naked bodies, and shared another kiss. It was brief this time, as
both of us were now quite excited enough.

    Mindy lay down on her back, her mounds spreading liquidly across
her chest, the nipples standing out boldly erect. I slid over her,
slowly despite how anxious I was to taste them. I let my fingers
briefly touch her pubic hair. Mindy parted her legs in anticipation,
but I did not go any further. She gave me a small smirk. "You tease."

    I just grinned at her, and descended upon the true object of my
attention.

    I heard Mindy give a little soft gasp as I just touched the tip of
my tongue lightly to her nipple, as if in anticipation. I flicked at
the tip of the nipple gently for a few moments before moving my tongue
in slow circles around it, savoring the taste of her skin. A small sigh
issued from Mindy's mouth. Slowly her sighs turned to soft moans, and
as I kissed her nipple and sucked it between my lips, she tilted her
head back and cradled the back of mine with a hand, urging me forward.

    I drew her further into my mouth, closing more tightly around it,
squeezing it as I lashed at it with my tongue. God, I adored doing
this. I loved the taste and feel of a woman's nipple in my mouth, of
the pleasure it gave her as well as the intense excitement it gave me.
The harder I suckled on her, the deeper Mindy's moans became.

    When I finally let her drop from my mouth, Mindy lifted her
smoldering eyes to mine. "My other one," she said in a breathless
voice, pushing the other tit up with her hand. "Please."

    Mindy writhed under me as I lapped at the other nipple. If she had
been trying to entice me all along, had she been waiting a month for
this? Had she not had any other partners in that time? Mindy was
proving to be so incredibly passionate that I found this hard to
believe.

    As I suckled at her, I let a hand slide down her front slowly
towards her bush. Mindy opened her legs in eager anticipation, but I
again stopped short of her pussy, slipping my fingers through her wiry
pubic hair, lightly brushing the tips, tracing slow patterns with my
fingertips just outside of reach of her tender cunt.

    Mindy uttered helpless noises under this assault, trying to raise
her hips or slide back under my hand to coax me into going just a
little further into her wet depths. I was completely taken by how I had
so effectively reversed the roles, making her the one growing desperate
for a follow-though after being mercilessly teased.

    "Oh my God," Mindy groaned finally. "Touch me already."

    I looked up and gave her a wry grin. "Oh, do you find this
distracting?"

    Mindy's mouth dropped open and there was a look of surprise on her
face for a few seconds before turning into a resigned smile. "So I
deserved that, hmm?" she asked, playing with my hair.

    "Turnabout is fair play," I said. "You have a month of tit-teasing
me to make up for."

    Mindy gave a short laugh. "You're the one that took a month to
actually say something. And even then I had to force the issue. Oh,
that's better."

    As she was talking, I had slid my hand to the inside of her thigh.
I stroked her skin lightly, making her open her legs wider for me. I
flirted with the outermost edge of her mound, and then traced a finger
around it, but never going for her treasure.

    "Oh, you're terrible!" Mindy cried.

    I was loving this. For a month I had felt helpless against my
desires, thinking there was something wrong with me. Now that I had
control again, I was loathe to give it up. "So I've made you horny?"

    "Touch me and find out for yourself."

    I grinned. "No, you tell me first."

    "I don't believe this," Mindy said, shaking her head. "You're
really going to milk this one for all it's worth, aren't you?"

    "Damn straight, honey."

    Mindy sighed and looked indignant, but there was definitely
amusement in her eyes. A small smile touched the corners of her mouth.
"All right, then. Yes, you've made me horny. In fact ..." Her smile
widened and she placed a hand lightly over one of her breasts. " ...
you were good. You were damn good. I don't think I've had my tits
sucked that good in a long time."

    I basked in the praise. I tickled a tuft of her hair right above
her clit. I could feel her strain against me to reach my finger. "Tell
me more," I said.

    "You got me excited," Mindy said, her voice slowly become as
desperate as it was sultry. "You got me wet. Damn, you got me /really/
wet. And I'm going to go nuts here if you don't freaking touch me in
the next couple of seconds!"

    "Now you know how I felt staring at those gorgeous boobs of yours
for the last month," I told her with a smirk.

    Whatever Mindy was going to say in response, it dissolved into a
throaty moan when my fingers slid down and sank into her cunt. Good
God, she wasn't kidding. She wasn't just wet, she was soaked. My
fingers slid over slick, aroused flesh, making a squishing noise that I
could hear. I dipped a finger into her briefly, bringing a small soft
gasp from her and hot moisture from her depths. My fingertip teased the
swollen knob of flesh at the top of her slot, slow stroking motions
that made her writhe under me.

    As wet as she was, I quickly grew anxious to consummate this. As
excited and aroused as I was, my cock was hard and aching. I slid a
finger into her, probing her surprisingly tight entrance before rocking
my hand back and forth such that first one, then two fingers curved
over her mound, sliding over her clit and thrusting into her cunt each
time it moved down.

    Mindy started to pant. I was making her rise, and I damned if I was
going to let her get too far ahead of me. I withdrew my hand from her,
but when Mindy looked at me, it was not with disappointment, but eager
anticipation over what was going to happen next. My own need as intense
as hers, I was quick to move forward, slipping my body between her
inviting, open legs, her arms sliding around me as I positioned myself
over her. Her hands slid down my back, pressing gently, urging me down
on her.

    I felt the swollen head of my cock part her cunt's lips and sink
into her, the tightness of her squeezing me in an intensely erotic way.
I uttered a deep groan as I slid deep inside her; Mindy breathed a long
sigh as she rose to accept me, her legs wrapping around me. We stayed
coupled like this for a few moments, Mindy pulling me down and
embracing me tightly, pressing her tits into my chest again. But now
those boobs of her, as great as they were, were just one part of her,
and now it was her whole body that I enjoyed, not just one piece.

    Slowly I started to thrust. Mindy loosened her hold on me, closing
her eyes and panting softly as my cock moved in and out of her. At
first she lay passively, then as we both began to rise, she lifted her
hips to mine. Pants became moans. Moans became soft cries. She quivered
under me, her movements growing increasingly frenzied.

    I was rising quickly. A little two quickly. Yet I heard Mindy moan
"faster" to me several times. Instead, I lifted myself up a little and
pistoned my hips harder, sending me deeper into her, my body slapping
against hers. Mindy's soft cries grew quickly more strident, her
muscles tensing, her legs squeezing. Oh God, I was getting so close. I
held on, trying not to get there too much before her, wanting this to
be as enjoyable for her as it was for me. She deserved that much for
letting me play with those beautiful boobs of hers, even after teasing
me with them for so long.

    But it was too much. I strained and strained until I couldn't hold
it back. With a loud, guttural groan, I started throbbing inside her,
as intense an orgasm as I ever had. Suddenly Mindy arched her back, her
finger curling, her nails digging into me. The next second she let go
with several gasping cries, and I felt her cunt shudder around my cock
as she started cumming. She pulled at me, keeping me coupled with her
even as my climax started to fade. Good God, she was still cumming even
as I was about to go soft!

    Finally I was too spent to continue. Mindy uttered one last long
moan and lay limp on the bed. I fell atop her, and she embraced me
tightly, kissing me.

    "Man, that was great," I said when our lips had parted.

    Mindy chuckled softly. "My tits or my pussy?"

    "All of you, Mindy," I said sincerely.

    "So does this mean I don't have to keep teasing you with my boobs
anymore to get you to fuck me?"

    I was too stunned to reply.

    "Let's just say I liked the way you handled my tits," she
continued. "I'd like a little more of it some time." Her lips curled
into a wry smile. "Unless, of course, you think that would be too much
trouble for you."

    Good Lord. Having Mindy as a regular lover. Getting a chance to
enjoy those fantastic boobs of hers over and over.

    Yeah, I could deal with that.

    "I'm starting to think," I said. "that maybe just what I needed was
a little more distraction."