“Did you think about me this week, Joseph?” she asked matter of factly.
“What do you mean, Mrs. Smith?” I asked.
“Exactly what I said, Joseph. Did you think about me during the week?”
“Well, yes, I did check my calendar to remind myself that I had an appointment today with
you,” I said cautiously.
Mrs. Smith laughed.
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. I bet you thought about my large breasts and
what you would like to do to them, didn’t you?” she teased.
I turned around in the chair and looked at her.
“Well, to be perfectly honest, Mrs. Smith, I did think about you. After all, you are a
very beautiful woman,” I said, trying not to be too committal. “Let’s face it, any red
blooded American would certainly admire your assets.”
“Did you have fantasies about me, Joseph?” she pressed on.
“No, not really,” I said.
“You’re lying. You know you thought about nothing else all week,” she stated. “You
shouldn’t lie to me, Joseph.”
“Look, Mrs. Smith, I’m here to do a job and that’s it. I don’t have any ulterior motives.
I’m a happily married man,” I said impatiently.
“Oh, I see. So if you had an opportunity to see my breasts, than you would refuse, I
assume?” she asked teasingly.
“I didn’t say that,” I retorted.
“But you just said you’re happily married.”
“I am happily married. What does that have to do with it?” I asked.
“Well, if you were happily married, you wouldn’t be seeking out opportunities to look at
other women’s breasts,” she said as she straddled my legs and sat down facing me. Her
hands again went around my neck, giving me an upfront view of her deep cleavage. Her scent
was intoxicating, and I was getting dizzy.
“Mrs. Smith, I’m not seeking out anything. I don’t think I’ve made any attempt to seduce
you or see you naked. I have shown nothing but complete courtesy and respect to you both
times that I’ve been here,” I responded, defending myself.
“Oh, Joseph, I’ve never accused you of inappropriate behavior. You are a gentleman. If
you weren’t, I wouldn’t allow you in my home. What I’m saying is that you are attracted to
me and would probably jump at the opportunity to see more of me. Is that an incorrect
assumption?” she asked.
I couldn’t think straight. I’d never been this close to tits that large. Sure, I’ve seen
thousands of pictures and videos of big titted women on the Internet, but never up close
and personal. Plus she was so hard to figure out. She was extremely prim and proper and
insisted that I address her as Mrs. Smith, but, on the other hand, she was bold and
forward in questioning me and even bolder about thrusting her tits in my face. The fact
that she could read my mind if only intermittently was disturbing.
“Mrs. Smith, I really have no desire to see more of you,” I lied. What could I say? Could
I tell her that in reality I wanted to rip her clothes off?
“Joseph, I don’t think you’re being totally honest. Actually, you’re not being honest at
all, and I’ll prove it. I’m going to give you an opportunity to see my breasts naked,” she
said as she stood up before me.
I was rock hard. This woman was driving me crazy, and I had a hard time remaining calm.
She stood before me and slowly removed her top revealing a bra that exposed a little more
of her luscious breasts. Just the fact that she stood there in her bra was exciting to me.
Then she slowly removed her skirt, and stood before me only in her bra, panties, and six
inch heels.
“I know you masturbated while you thought about me and what you would like to do to my
large breasts, Joseph. As a matter of fact you were obsessed with me every night this
week, weren’t you,” she asked.
I nodded, mesmerized by the vision before me. There was no use lying. She could read my
thoughts.
“Obviously, I’m at a disadvantage, Mrs. Smith. I can keep no secrets from you.”
“Now comes the moment of truth. I’ll allow you to see my breasts if you do something for
me in return.”
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