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There, in front of him were the first breasts that he had ever seen in real life. And he thought that they were perfect. They moved up and down as she breathed and seemed to have a life of their own. Tossing her blouse and bra on the floor, she looked at him and said "now it's your turn." He removed his shirt and dropped it on top of her clothes on the floor. Then they moved together again. They kissed with even more passion, tongues searching each others mouth as if looking for the soul of life itself. He felt her breasts, naked, against his flesh, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. He slid his hands into the top of her skirt and caressed the full globes of her ass. He was feeling more confident of his movements now even though he had no idea what he was doing.

Hearing footsteps, Steve turned and watched Terry approach.
Even after 15 years of marriage he still found her attractive.
Oh, she was no raving beauty, but then neither was he. But they
had much in common, both loved the theatre, fine food, working
together and each others company.
“God, I’m beat!” she moaned. “I could go home and sleep all
weekend.”
“Now, it’s not all that bad is it?” Steve asked. He felt
his whole body start to tighten up. This was friday, the one
night, three times a month that they had sex. The project was
taking more and more of their time and it had already been two
weeks since they had last made love. The thought of going
another week was not a pleasant one.

Jane’s moans, muffled through the wall, signalled that she was
well on her way to another climax. I didn’t have to see her to know that.
I knew intimately well how she made love to a man. I can still see her in
my mind’s eye. I picked up my coat and keys and left.

“Beautiful day,” she said. “I sometimes wish every day was like
this.”

The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard
singing earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly
behind her. I could barely make out her face through the glare.

“Well, man does not live on bread alone,” I said foolishly.

Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I
propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face.
She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had
to look at twice to make sure you weren’t seeing things. When she
turned away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t
dreaming. My eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but
perfect breasts. It was as if they were speaking to me. “Hello. We
are her breasts.” I thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze
of her assets, she spoke to me again.

It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. I remember the hot
summer sun shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember
thinking that nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town
beach that day, but I was wrong.

About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with
a light summer shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could
see the sun shining on her golden blonde hair as if she had a halo.
As she walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to
talk briefly with each person she passed. After what seemed like an
eternity she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried to pretend
not to notice her arrival, but it didn’t work.

Once in the bathroom, she turned to face herself in the mirror. Two
crisp peaks in her shirt met her gaze, and she saw she was flushed. Hurriedly
flicking off the light she drew a drink of water and sat down, taking a deep
breath. Her fingers trembled as she drew the water to her lips to sip.
Counting to twenty, she tried to recall the meditations he had taught her.
She folded up her legs and found her center, her breath becoming normal.
Sara darted back into the bedroom and slipped under the covers next to
him, opposite Julie. He turned obligingly and she lay on his arm. This was
familiar, this was natural, she thought. Soon she drifted off to sleep.
He awoke to extreme darkness. The fire was dead, though some of its heat
remained. Concentrating, he found that he lay on his back, and felt Sara
curled up to his left, wrapped around his arm. With a mental start he realized
that the heat he felt came from Julie, who had closed the distance between them
and was now nestled with her back to him, around his other arm. Stretched but
comfortable, he relaxed, concentrating on the sensations of the room. There
was a low hiss emanating from the fireplace, almost beneath notice. The heavy
wool blanket weighed upon him reassuringly, and he felt Sara’s warm breath
dance along his upper arm. The fingers of one of her hands were laced with his.
His other hand felt a soft sponginess he couldn’t identify. He moved his
fingers gently, sliding the tips along and pressing slightly. As he searched,
a bulge formed underneath the surface of the cloth, and with another start he
identified the sensation. He was gently stroking Julie’s left nipple as his
palm cupped her heavy breast.