Chapter 5: Austin I

Austin and her daughter Jessie were stretching in the cul-de-sac when Danielle and her two youngest daughters joined them. They all had their hair in ponytails. Austin sometimes envied Donna’s bob haircut when running, but she liked her long hair too much to consider a short hair style for herself. She and Jessie were wearing ball caps to keep some of the sun off their fair skin. Clara and Jessie immediately ran to greet and hug each other. “No Donna this morning?”

Danielle replied, “She was up late last night talking with Monica after they got back from the movies. She said to go on without her; she’d hit the elliptical later today.”

Austin nodded; she knew that Danielle had hoped her oldest daughter would become friends with the daughter of their new neighbors. She really wanted Donna to have someone who was a close friend like Jessie and Clara were for each other. Those two were practically inseparable. She knew Kim, the middle daughter, was very independent, but Donna seemed to struggle without a close friend of her own. “OK girls, you guys go run your sub seven minute pace. Danielle and I aren’t going to try to keep up this morning.”

“Ah, Mom,” Jessie protested. “It’s more fun to run as a group. We don’t mind doing eight minute pace with you and Danielle.”

“Your mom and I are going to be running at a conversational pace for us mothers today,” Danielle explained. On the days when they all ran together, it was mostly listening to the four girls talk while she and Danielle were just trying to keep up.

Before anyone else could comment, Kim made a dramatic motion with her head and pretended to speak into an imaginary microphone, “Jessie, your dad is in ... big trouble!”

Clara immediately jumped to her best friend’s defense, “Kim, why do you have to talk like some sort of stupid game show host?”

“Clara, don’t fight with your sister,” Danielle scolded before adding, “Kim, don’t stir the pot.”

Any hope that her friends hadn’t noticed Brad’s sudden weakness at the pool party or her reaction to it was dashed. Now she was just hoping that the girls would take off running at high speed. Ironically, it was Kim who got the others going. She took off running while saying, “Try to keep up, shorties!” She noticed Jessie’s face flush red, and even though her girl was a head shorter than Kim and still a good six inches shorter than Clara, she was sure that Danielle’s daughters would be the ones trying to keep pace with Jessie today. Once the girls were off and running, she noticed Danielle fiddling with the three sports bras she used to contain her huge breasts while running. Austin adjusted her own pair of sports bras, and when they decided their girls were out of earshot, they took off at a slower pace themselves.

“Can I guess why you were late to the party?” Danielle asked.

“There’s no need to guess,” Austin replied calmly. Even though she tried to stay calm at all times, she couldn’t keep irritation out of her voice as she went on. “The great fool told me there was no need for any preventative measures before the pool party. I know he’s being an idiot. Women are going to be in bathing suits. There are more reasons that we never take beach vacations than Jessie and I don’t want to fry to a crisp. So two hours, two fucking hours, before we’re supposed to be there, I show him I’m wearing the yellow bikini. He says he’s just fine, but I can tell he’s not. It’s only a matter of time before he cums just from staring at me. I don’t want to wait, so I step into his personal space and press my tits up against him. He falls back into the bed, jizzes all over himself, and is still too weak to move when the party is starting! I was so irritated while I was waiting for him to come back to his senses while I was cleaning him off. All the while, I have to listen to him babble about what awesome knockers I have. Jessie and I are still half an hour late, with him showing up even later! It’s not like we can claim to be stuck in traffic. There are only three houses on this little dead end court.”

“So if you took care of Brad’s problem before the party, what happened?”

“So, I think Brad was hoping to get to a lawn chair, stare at you in your bikini, and then claim to have fallen asleep when he really got himself off by looking at your tits.”

“I’m sorry, Austin; I should have worn a one piece.”

“It’s not your fault; I know my husband has a big tit fetish and a hair trigger. It wouldn’t have mattered unless you had decided to show up in a 1920’s bathing suit. That’s why I took care of him before the party, or at least tried to take care of his perverted over enthusiasm for bit tits. He must have been getting worked up at the possibility of taking a good look at your tits in a bikini for days ahead of the party. It’s the only explanation for why his spell of weakness lasted for so long.”

“So what went wrong? Isn’t he usually good about not shooting off unexpectedly for at least twelve hours?” Danielle wanted to know.

“Normally yes, but I wasn’t expecting our hostess to have damn near a fifty-fucking-inch bust!” Austin swore.

“Gosh, I wasn’t expecting that either. I felt so bitchy and vain when I saw her. Those things really are hypnotic. So that’s what did Brad in?”

“Yes,” Austin growled as they jogged. “He comes up to me, and I think he’s being sweet. That he’s giving me a sideways hug so my tits don’t risk setting him off again. I had realized, with all the cleavage on display at the party, that my preventative measures might not last as long as they usually do. I thought he realized the same thing, and he was being sensible to avoid the risk of shooting off in public. Instead, he whispers in my ear, ‘Have you seen Shannon’s tits? I think they’re bigger than her head. Not even Danielle’s jugs are that big!’ Then I realize he’s basically humping my leg. His cock never did manage to get hard, but that was enough to make him spray his shorts and collapse like jelly. I could have crawled into a hole and died when Christopher said that he hadn’t seen Brad drink that much!”

“Oh no! I have to be honest. I was sitting with Shannon at the time, and I’m pretty sure she too thought Brad was sloshed right after he stumbled.”

“If only that were the worst of it,” Austin complained.

“Oh no! The strap on your bikini! I don’t think anyone else noticed. They were all staring at Brad.”

“Christopher noticed; my entire tit came out of my top. I can’t just drop my husband for someone else to take care of, so I have to walk my idiot husband inside while our host is basically drooling over one of my bare breasts!”

“He was such a gentleman when I was sitting on one of his knees while Shannon sat on the other. Did I look slutty? I hoped I wouldn’t, since his wife was right there with me. Anyway, he kept eye contact with me the entire time, and you know what a big deal that is for me.”

“We can do an experiment; you flash him a boob and see if he keeps his eyes on your face!”

“Surely it wouldn’t come to that. You can’t really blame him after that sort of wardrobe malfunction. And he did help you with Brad. Wait, was there more than happened when you were alone inside with him?”

“Yes,” Austin explained. “We’ve deposited Brad on the couch, so I finally get a chance to turn my back on our host. But before I can get my top fixed, I feel his hand on my arm, offering to help.”

“Was he trying to help with the strap that was out of place?” Danielle asked.

“Well, that’s where he put his hand, but I think he was hoping he could slide it further down and do the same to the other strap if I had given him any encouragement.”