By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2001 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

Johnny sat fondling the voluminous printout on his desk.  His eyes burned with fatigue and he was overcome by the inevitable letdown that comes at the end of a long and complex assignment.  Power Bank had merged with Citi-Bank and it had been his job to design the computer program that would enable smooth integration of their Visa accounts.  He drained the last of his lukewarm coffee and stared mindlessly into the empty cup.  All he could see was loneliness.

His office door opened and Ida Barlow blew in, without so much as a single knock.

“Great meeting.  Our president’s very pleased,” she said.  “Now all we have to do is wait and see how the thing implements.  We’ve done it again!  How about I take you to lunch to celebrate?”

“Love that, but I have plans.  Sorry.”

“Okay.  Rain-check then,” she said, blowing out and slamming the door behind her.

Johnny sighed.  Everything about the woman irritated him: her breathy voice, thin lips, and hard, almost masculine body.  Her endless ambition and drive that had him doing all the work while she did all the credit taking.  Worst of all, she reminded him of his ex-wife … and the reasons they’d divorced.

His wife had been his high school sweetheart.  He’d shared his dreams of becoming a graphic artist.  She’d shared her determination that he should become rich and successful.  By graduation, seduced by hormones and a sense of belonging, he’d agreed to marry her and study Computer Sciences.  She’d agreed to work and support his studies, which she did, full of petty resentment and the need to remind him daily of the great sacrifice she was making.  Ten years later they were childless, loveless and divorced.  That had been two years ago and Johnny wished that he felt more than relief, more satisfaction from his work and friendships.  Johnny needed … more.

I gotta get outta here.

He took off his jacket, threw it over a chair, loosened his tie and went out.

The August day was blisteringly hot but Johnny was enjoying the anonymity of being just one of them: the shoppers, strollers, tourists and joggers … all out on a summer’s day.  Two teenaged lovers, hand in hand, caught his eye and a forgotten longing caught in his throat, a moistness in his eyes.

I must be tired.

“Hi, Oscar,” he said, stopping at the neighborhood hotdog stand.

“Johnny boy, hey-hey-hey.  The usual?”

“Great,” Johnny said, accepting the veggie dog.

He dressed it in a little hot mustard and was about to take a bite when he saw her.  Johnny stopped breathing.  Johnny couldn’t move.  He watched her coming toward him and the rest of the world melted away.  She hardly seemed real!  Her breasts were the breasts he’d been dreaming of all his life.  So big, soft and round.  So seductively pendulous.  Her cleavage, a flowing stream of femaleness, called out to him like a siren’s song that went on and on and on.  Her body was voluptuous; her waist seemed tiny enough for his hands to surround.  What a package!  Johnny’s skin tingled, his heart pounded and the fire in his balls raged more out of control with every step she took.

Johnny was frozen physically while inside, something was exploding.  A call to arms against the sameness of his life, the loneliness, against his tendency to accept less.  He grabbed courage from deep inside.

“Hi,” he said, standing directly in her path.

“Hi,” she said.

“You’ve gotta’ be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Johnny blurted.  He was trembling and he could hear his voice as he would hear a stranger’s, coming from a distance.  “I mean it,” he continued, “and your breasts … ”

I’ve lost my mind.

“Why thank you, kind sir.  I needed that today,” she said, smiling.

“Why?”

Anything to keep the conversation going.

“Because I’m on my way to a burial, the end of a very tired affair,” she quipped.  “See ya.”

“Wait,” Johnny almost shouted, fumbling for his wallet, pulling out his card and offering it to her.  “Please call.  If you can, I mean … ”

Accepting, she took a look at the card and took off her sunglasses.  Her eyes were liquid brown, kind and full of promise.

“My name’s Dawn, Johnny.  I’ll call if I can.”

Johnny watched the teasing motion of her buttocks as she moved away, his mind full of the memory of her nipples that had strained hard against the fabric of her blouse.  He watched until she was out of sight, but certainly not out of mind.  He took a nibble of his hotdog as if it were a strange and living thing, tossed it into the garbage and hurried back to his office.

Once there he shut the door, turned on his computer and went straight to the PhotoShop.

Three hours later, the phone rang, startling him.

Hi…That’s terrific…Yeah, you too.  Have a good weekend.

The implementation had gone well.  He was free to go home or gaze lovingly at his afternoon’s handiwork.

Dawn…from his heart, to his mind, through his fingers onto the screen.  Dawn.  The finishing touch had been a pearl necklace, a gem she hadn’t been wearing but a gift he longed to give.

Johnny had no idea how long he sat there staring, tracing the contours of her face, her breasts, her arm and her nipples.  He massaged his cock through his pants, feeling lust surging through his body, urging his nerve endings into an erotic circuit of incredible pleasure.  He welcomed the pre-cum oozing onto his pants, rubbing the head, driving himself dangerously closer to the fire that was threatening to consume him.

The phone rang again.

Hello…Dawn?…No you’re not disturbing me, at least not in the way you mean.  I wanna’ see you.  Right now.  Let’s throw caution to the wind, have a coffee…Great, that’s just down the street from me…See you soon.

Johnny got to the Second Cup first, around 5:30.  He chose a corner table and sat facing the door.

No way she’s gonna’ show up.

Time seemed to waver between stop and go, his mind between anticipation and anxiety.  Finally, she was there, a dream walking toward him.  Her breasts and hips swayed to the same intoxicating rhythm, hypnotizing him.  And her lovely face wore a smile that began somewhere deep in her soul.

Oh God, she’s so beautiful.

He stood to greet her, extending a trembling hand which she took in both her own.

“Hello again,” she said.  “I can’t believe I’m here.”

“I’m just glad you are.  What can I get you?”

“A regular coffee would be fine, thanks.”

“Be right back.”  Tearing his eyes away from her was the hardest thing Johnny had ever done.

They sipped coffee amid a whirlwind of words.  Dawn was a legal secretary and she’d been involved with one of the firm’s lawyers for five years.  The relationship had deteriorated and today she’d finally quit both her job and her lover.  She said she was sad that it had ended badly but was happy to have it behind her.  Johnny talked about his failed marriage and lost dreams of being an artist.  He told her about the picture he’d drawn of her and promised to show it to her.  They held hands, leaning close like co-conspirators in secret alignment.  Johnny gazed at her irresistible tits, so near but yet so far, his need to touch them growing with every shift of her body.  He felt dizzy, like he was about to fall headlong into the endless cleavage that seemed to be waiting just for him.

She reached under the table to stroke his thigh.  “This is amazing,” she whispered.  “I really like you, Johnny.”

He covered her hand with his own.  “I can’t believe it, either. I really like you, too.”

Time flew, winding them together like old and dear friends.  The distance between them contracting, charging the air with a sizzling erotic energy that only lovers know.

Johnny glanced at his watch.  7:30.

“I can’t let you go.  Let’s have dinner.  Please.”

“I’d love to,” Dawn said.  “You driving?”

“My car’s back at the office.  I walked.”  Johnny’s smile was as big and goofy as any kid’s had ever been.

“My car’s just outside.  How ‘bout a picnic?  I know just the spot.”

“Sure,” Johnny said, thinking that he’d died and gone to heaven.

Dawn looked down at her bosom, her eyes smoldering.  Her elbows were on the table, her tits squirming lasciviously out from between her arms.

“You’re a real tit man, Johnny.”

“Do you mind?” Johnny stammered.  “I can’t help …”

“Shhhh,” she interrupted.  “I love it.  Let’s go.”

They dashed through the supermarket like impulsive children, grabbing bread and cheese, fresh shrimp and salads, plastic picnic utensils, strawberries and white wine.

“I’m taking you to my special place,” Dawn told him in the car.  “My thinking place.  First time I’ve shared it with anyone.”

They walked twenty minutes after parking, through Majestic Park to a glen beside a duck pond.  They’d eaten slowly, under the evening sky and tall ancient trees that bent to construct a cathedral dome.  In it they were the only people in the world.

Johnny watched as Dawn carefully placed the refuse in a garbage bag.

No, please don’t let it end.

Johnny watched, relieved, as Dawn stretched out on the blanket, arms relaxed over her head.

“Cover me, Johnny.  Kiss me, Johnny.”

Johnny crawled over her.  Legs along legs, his long thick hard cock reaching for her pussy.  And her breasts, their glorious sponginess pressed between them, driving him mad.  He held on for dear life as warm liquid seeped helplessly from his cock.  His mouth was slack and trembling with desire as he kissed her brow, neck, ears and eyelids.  And then their tongues were warring for supremacy, struggling to learn quickly every inch of the other’s hot wet mouth.  His hands groped, massaged her bountiful breasts … and still they kissed.  He moved relentlessly against her pussy that ground back into him, wet fabric against wet fabric … and still they kissed.

“Johnny, wait,” she whispered.

Johnny stopped obediently and following her lead, rolled away as she sat up.  Sat up and slowly lifted her blouse across her massive breasts and over her head.

Oh my…

“Come here, Johnny,” she said, holding his head against the fine lace of her bra.  “They’re yours.  All yours.”

During the night she removed her bra and fed a greedy rubbery nipple into Johnny’s waiting mouth.  He suckled, one hand caressing her breast, the other between her legs, pleasuring her.  She moaned as he mewed.  Sometime during the night, she held, rotated, squeezed her tits as he plunged his cock between them.  Over and over, she licked its oozing head.  At some hour he lay between her legs, tongue flicking, worshipping her, his fingers plunging deep inside her throbbing walls … until she came, spilling her own cum onto his hands.  Later in the night they slept, snuggled in each other’s arms.

They woke huddled together against the cool morning dampness.  They kissed.  Dawn opened her legs and Johnny moved his morning hardness against her still swollen clit.  They made love, slowly at first and then faster, harder until …

“May I?” Johnny asked, his breath short, his words urgent.

“Yes.”

Johnny knelt before her, eyes brimming with love.  He stroked his cock as she stroked her pussy.  It wasn’t long before they came.  He spilling gobs of hot thick cum onto her neck, breasts and belly.  She, screaming her love.

Dawn drove to her apartment in peaceful silence.  Johnny watched her; blissfully happy and secure in the belief that what had begun would never end.