Chapter 19

Boy, did I have an incentive to win at pool now! True, I didn’t want to go “too far” with her. That wasn’t clearly defined in my mind, but certainly just looking at her bare chest had to be okay.

It was still my turn, but I missed my shot.

I drank more of my wine to drown my sorrows. I was already tipsy, at least. I hoped that could make me a better pool player by lowering my inhibitions.

Jane sank another solid ball, putting her up four to one. Then she missed. But I got the impression that she’d missed on purpose, because in missing she put the cue ball in a spot that gave me a very easy shot.

I made it, thank God.

She lifted her hands up and rested them behind her head. “Here we go again. Do your worst! And no cheating this time.”

I was having more fun as I warmed up to the situation. Jane wasn’t made out of moonbeams and fairy dust - she was flesh and blood, and her tits felt fantastic, even through the dress. I wanted more of that.

With the zipper already down below her belly button, I didn’t have any excuse to touch her breasts. But I put a hand on the underside of one of them anyway. If she asked, I was going to tell her I was just steadying my position there, but she didn’t ask.

The hem lines of the dress dipped down in a V-shape towards her pussy, as if it was a giant arrowhead pointing there. Unfortunately, that meant I still had about three inches to go before I ran out of zipper. I pulled it down another inch, leaving just two.

Rather than mess around, I decided to get back to the game right away, in hopes I could sink another two balls so she’d peel her dress down to her waist!

Unfortunately, I had no easy shot opportunity when my turn resumed, and I missed.

Both of us continued to drink our wine. She was getting tipsy too, I could tell.

She took her turn and sunk another one, leaving just two solid balls to go. Then she missed her next shot.

I missed my next shot too.

Then she missed again, and so did I. This was getting frustrating!

But there was one very nice silver lining. As we moved around the pool table, we kept bumping into each other. Now that the ice had been broken with a little tit fondling, it seemed like we were incapable of getting around the other person without a lot of hip bumping and hand holding. She felt fantastic, everywhere!

Plus, I’ve failed to mention what a great visual spectacle it was every time she bent over to take her next shot. With the zipper down below her belly button, her huge tits came spilling all the way out, every time! It was a tit lover’s paradise, let me tell you!

She would remain bent over for a prolonged period of time as she concentrated intently on her next shot. I was sure she was doing that for my benefit - as if she needed to arouse me even more! Sometimes, her bare tit-flesh would press against the green felt of the pool table. Then, when her shot was done, she’d straighten up and tuck her tits back into her dress, usually with some kind of cheeky comment, like “No fair peeking!” But clearly, she was having a fun time exposing herself.

But I must say the view was just as enticing from the back. Her dress was like a miniskirt in terms of length, so when she bent way over, the white fabric would pull tightly against her ass cheeks and then rise up, exposing half or more of bare ass! I could easily see the white thong she had on that just barely kept her pussy covered.

I was so inspired by this, that the next time she bent over to take a shot, I walked behind her and put a hand on bare ass cheek right when she was on the verge of striking the cue ball. To give myself a thin excuse, I said, “Jane, watch out! Do you realize how much skin you’re exposing back here?”

She stood back up most of the way so she could look back and make eye contact. She spoke with heavy sarcasm, “Gee, thanks, for bringing that to my attention.”

I played along. “No sweat.” With my hand still on her bare skin, and caressing a little bit, I added, “I’m just a concerned friend, trying to help out. You never know when some kind of amoral horndog might come along and take advantage.”

Still dripping with sarcasm, she said, “Your concern is duly noted.” But I could tell she was having a great time, because the twinkle never left her eyes, and her effort to look disapproving finally faltered and she broke into a wide smile. “Can I take my shot now?”

“Sure. But I’ll just keep my hand here, so that the others can’t see.”

She snickered. “The ‘others.’ Since there are so many other people in this room with us.”

“Hey, better safe than sorry. I’m particularly concerned about that guy over there. He looks shifty.” I pointed at a blank wall.

She rolled her eyes, but snickered some more.

I waited until the very second she took her shot, and I put my other hand on her other bare ass cheek.

Naturally, that ruined her shot, and she missed the ball she was aiming for altogether.

I was feeling emboldened by her obvious approval of what I was doing. I even managed to expose more of her ass cheeks as the fabric rode up higher due to my exploring hands.

I thought, Man oh man! What an ass! She’s so much more than a movie star face and a massive, perfect rack. She’s the full package!

She suddenly turned around and directly faced me, forcing me to let go. But I didn’t mind, because she hadn’t tucked her tits back in from bending over again, leaving her effectively topless. The dress actually pushed them up and out from below.

She complained with some seriousness, “That’s the third shot in a row I’ve missed. I never do this badly. I think this is an unfair competition!”

“How do you figure?” I put my hands on her hips because I was feeling emboldened and frisky. I was soaring into the stratosphere. I’m staring at Jane’s bare breasts and she’s letting me! Man! What a great day!

She didn’t react to that move or try to cover her huge tits at all. Instead, she said, “You have an obvious incentive to make your shots. Clearly, you want to see and feel these.” She cupped her boobs from below, exposing even more of them. “But where’s MY incentive?!”

“Good point,” I said. I wasn’t thinking too well, since all my blood was rushing to my already throbbing little head.

She looked down at my crotch, where my erection was sticking straight out, leaving quite a gap on top. I’d long given up trying to keep it in a “safe” position. I could see a fair amount of my exposed dick looking down on it, due to my sweatpants being pulled away from my body, in the same way it had been in before. It dawned on me that she could probably see some of it directly too, especially if she leaned in close. I was moving from tipsy to drunk, and that didn’t bother me much.

She leaned in closer, until her mammoth tits were almost touching my chest. That gave her a great look down towards the exposed base of my boner.

Her voice grew even more husky and sexy than ever before. “Normally, I would say that’s fair’s fair, and if you get to pull down my zipper, I get to pull down your zipper! But your sweatpants don’t have a zipper. Not that I exactly mind right now. Mmmm!” She licked her lips with lust and longing.

Then she wrapped her arms around my back, causing her big tits to press tightly against me. I could feel her rock-hard nipples poking into my chest. I was disappointed that I was still wearing a shirt.

She looked deeply into my eyes. Since she was statuesque to begin with, plus she was wearing high heels, we were eye to eye. She purred in a sultry voice, “So, instead ... what if you reward me with a kiss?”

I didn’t answer, at least not with words. Our heads were already drawing close, and nature took its course. Our lips locked, and we shared a fiery kiss!

I’d had a small worry that Jane had the body of a sex goddess but didn’t have the passion of one, because I so rarely saw any PDA (public displays of affection) from her when she was at parties with one of her boyfriends. But that worry was safely put to rest due to that kiss. It was a real scorcher! Clearly, she was hot to trot, and she was hot for me!

Unfortunately, just as I was getting into it, she broke it off and disengaged altogether.

Naturally, I was puzzled and disappointed, and it showed on my face. I had just been about to bring my hands up to fondle her magnificent bare boobs.

She explained, “Sorry! You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that, but I’m no cheater. I’m only supposed to get a kiss after I make a shot, but I missed, remember?”

“Damn!” I stepped forward, closing the gap between us. “What if I give you an advance on a couple of kisses?”

“I wish! But fair’s fair. It’s your turn next. And look.” She looked down at her body. Her gloriously exposed tits were still being pushed up and out thanks to the dress acting like a shelf below them. They were also pressed tightly together, so she had to crane her head forward to try to look down past them, and even then I’m not sure if she managed.

She said, “All this activity has caused my zipper to pull down even lower. It looks like you got another free bonus of another inch or two, you lucky bastard! Just sink one more ball, and I’ll have to pull my dress down to my hips!”

With that incentive in my mind, I was able to put the kissing out of my mind, mostly, and concentrate on the pool game.

First though, she had me pour more wine into her glass and then my own. However, I was careful to only take a sip or two because I didn’t want to get so drunk that I lost control.

Luckily, since she’d sunk most of her balls and I had not, that gave me options. I was very, very careful. It was tough, with the sight of the incredible Jane Corlin standing there effectively topless already, but I focused with all my might on my next shot.

And I made it!

Jane was so happy for me that she immediately put down her wine glass and pool stick, as did I. Then she rushed back into my arms. We resumed kissing, even though, technically speaking, that was only supposed to happen after she made her next shot.

This time, nothing was going to stop me. My hands went straight to her tits, and I was able to fondle her bare tit-flesh for the first time! Talk about a long-standing dream come true!

Jane seemed just as eager, because while we necked she undid the last of the zipper for me and then managed to pull her dress down. It wasn’t long until the top half was off her arms and hanging uselessly around her waist.

Now, I could really go to town! While we continued to passionately kiss, I fondled her tits with care, yet with gusto. I felt like my hands had shrunk, because I was so used to a certain breast size range, with Michelle’s being the biggest. But Jane’s were significantly larger than even Michelle’s! Partly that was due to the fact that she was significantly taller and thus larger everywhere. But I wondered if she might be the most stacked both in an absolute and relative sense.

Now wasn’t the time to ask, though, it was time to enjoy! Hot damn! I’d wanted this for so long! I must admit that the idea of getting permission from my wife before doing anything sexual with Jane completely slipped my mind. I could blame that on being somewhere between tipsy and drunk, but mostly it was because Jane’s raw sexuality completely overwhelmed my body and my mind.

Jane was a hell of a great kisser, forcing me to up my game to keep up with her. At the same time, she brought her hands back to my ass and started fondling it though my sweatpants. But it wasn’t long before she just slipped her hands inside. Since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, that left her caressing my bare ass cheeks.

We were still standing next to the pool table, and I had my legs resting back into it, but I had a good feeling that the pool game was over!

With each passing moment, my sense of being intimidated by Jane diminished. It helped that we were so busy kissing that we couldn’t talk and I couldn’t get a good look at her face. Whenever I saw her stunning face, I still felt that she was out of my league, even though I knew on an objective level that someone like Michelle was just as gorgeous. At the moment, she was all soft curves and hot lips. I knew exactly how to deal with that.

In fact, I was in my element. I could tell I was getting her increasingly hot and bothered, and that only further emboldened me.

So far, my stiff dick had been out of any direct action. Due to her gigantic breasts, it was as if there were two basketballs on her chest, and that made it hard for our crotches to come close together while we hugged and kissed.

But after a few minutes of sexual bliss, Jane’s hands left my ass and drifted around my front side. I wasn’t paying close attention, but then I felt a bare hand wrapped around my erection, and suddenly I was paying VERY close attention! She’d finally just stuck a hand into the front of my sweatpants.

Apparently, she realized that crossed a line and she wanted to make sure I was okay with it. So she broke the necking to ask, “Daniel ... is it okay if I ... you know? Gaawwwd! I’ve wanted to do this for soooo long! You think my breasts are famous, I know, but I feel the exact same way about your dick!”

Even as she was talking, her hands were taking action. While firmly gripping my boner, she used her other hand to pull my sweatpants down my thighs, until my cock, balls, and ass were all fully exposed. Then she cradled my balls with one hand and began very actively jacking me off with her other one!

Thus, by the time I got a chance to answer, what she meant by “you know” changed quite a lot.

Needless to say, there was no way I could say no to that! It felt far too great! But the interruption to the kiss reminded me that I’d been exclusively exploring her amazing rack for a few minutes now, and there was all of the rest of her body to enjoy. So I brought a hand to her ass, only to find the dress in the way. It was doubly annoying because the top half had fallen down, giving me more clothes to get past.

So in response to her question, I answered, “You may ... just as soon as you get naked. Totally naked!”

She liked that, a lot! Even though it meant we had to briefly disengage. She took a step back and shimmied the dress down her hips. She bent forward as she did that, giving me the tit dangle to outdo all tit dangles, at least in terms of sheer weight and volume!

I stood there like a slack-jawed idiot. Fuck me! Seriously, fuck me and then shoot me in the head! Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! What a body! She’s exactly how Michelle would look if her boobs ballooned even larger after a pregnancy! But the rest of her is just as amazing! Damn! No wonder she’s been unmarried for a long time. No man can hope to hold a candle to her!

As the dress slithered down her legs, she said, “You may not believe me, but I’ve felt for years that this was bound to happen to us someday. We’re like the two sex stars of the neighborhood, and beyond. I just didn’t want you to cheat on Mindy, who I really like, so I stayed aloof. But now it’s all changed and we can do this without guilt!”

I just nodded, still overwhelmed. Just seeing her wiggle out of her dress was going to make my heart thump right out of my chest!

Then, as she stayed bent over, she looked up enough to be at eye level with my crotch. My boner was fully exposed and pointed straight at her. She asked with delight, while talking directly towards my cock, “Well, hello to you too! I take this is a ‘yes’ to the whole ‘friends with benefits’ idea?”

Unfortunately, that question was exactly what I didn’t want to hear. Pretty much since the pool game began, I’d lost sight of the bigger picture, due to my eagerness to first see her tits, then to play with them, and then to enjoy all of her fantastic body. Plus, my head was spinning from lust and wine. But those bigger picture issues were still there, unanswered, and they needed to be dealt with.

I slammed a hand down onto the pool table. “Dammit! Dammit!” That caused my boner to wildly bounce.

“What?!” She looked up at me with concern. But she already had her dress down to her knees. She assumed that whatever was bothering me was just a minor speed bump to get over, so she kept on pulling the dress down.

I don’t know if she was deliberately putting on a sexy striptease for me, or if that’s just how she moved naturally. Either way, it was a wonder I didn’t cum on the spot, from the visual stimulation alone!

I sighed heavily, even as I checked out her pussy for the first time. She was completely shaved there. Even her pussy lips looked ideal, being neat and symmetrical. She’d won the genetic lottery in every possible way, and yet it hadn’t gone to her head as much as it had with Michelle (or perhaps it had and then she’d matured out of that phase). Sure, she could be intimidating and aloof, but I don’t think it was done in an intentional or mean way. She was fundamentally nice and modest, and that meant a lot to me.

I reluctantly explained, “We can’t do this! Not now! Unfortunately, you just reminded me that I need to speak to my wife about this. This is a big step!”

Jane seemed unperturbed. Probably she assumed that we’d reached the point of no return, and there was no way to stop now, at least not until after we’d had at least a few orgasms each. She took her dress all the way off and tossed it on the pool table. Her thong had come off with it.

As she stood back up, she said, “I appreciate you’re not forgetting her feelings. But just give her a call. I’m sure she’ll give her full approval faster than you can start to say ‘sweetheart.’”

I nodded. But before I answered, I took a moment to savor Jane Corlin in her fully naked glory for the very first time. Good God! Jesus H. Christ! Even He would be falling off his pogo stick in amazement! WOW!

I was particularly impressed with her breasts, even more than before. Up until now, I’d never seen them hanging free. They’d always seemed to ride high on her chest, but I’d assumed they’d been pushed up in some fashion. Nope! With her dress completely gone, there was no way to hide their true shape and position. Admittedly, they didn’t jut out as much as Michelle’s did, but they showed a remarkable defiance of gravity. It would have been easy to assume that they were fake, but it was well known that they were all real!

But I couldn’t just stand there gawking with my sweatpants halfway down my thighs and my boner sticking out. I remembered her suggestion to give Mindy a call, and I finally addressed that. “It’s not that easy. I practically have a harem now. I’ve got to consult Cindy and Sue Ellen too, or they’ll feel slighted. And I’m pretty sure they’re both asleep already, due to some special circumstances. In fact, Mindy is almost certainly asleep by now too.”

“At this hour?!”

The reminder of the time caused me to ask, “Oh SHIT! What time is it?!”

“Oh, about nine, I’d guess. Why?”

“Dammit!” I slapped the pool table again, causing my boner to wildly bounce around some more. “That’s another problem! Shit, shit, shit!”

Jane frowned. She was starting to get concerned. “What now?” But in an apparent effort to help me stay, she stepped forward and slipped into my arms. Once I had my arms around her and was actually clenching her completely bare ass cheeks for the first time, she brought both hands back to my boner and resumed stroking it.

She seemed surprisingly excited to be doing that. That was hard for me to fathom, because I’d assumed that she was so aloof and sexually experienced, that she’d be jaded about practically anything.

What her fingers were doing felt so incredible (because it was Jane doing it!) that I could scarcely believe the words coming out of my mouth. “I hate to say this ... God knows just how much I hate it! But I hadn’t expected to run into you tonight. Nicky’s in Hawaii, and I made plans to have a video chat with her right at nine. I would feel like a totally shitty dad if I miss it.”