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 It had been a long and awkward week for Brett since the incident.  Now that
he was operating with a clear mind there was no small amount of tension and
anxiety in the air between him and Laura, the young college student that
was renting a room from he and his wife, Carol.

   The weekend had come again and considering alcohol had been involved the
last time he was sure to stay sober and avoid any temptation.  The thirty
eight year old was out in his garage, sitting on an overturned five-gallon
bucket as he did maintenance on his motorcycle.  The sleeves of his sweater
were bunched up around his forearms in an attempt to keep them clear of the
oil and grease that coated much of the old bike.

   As he pulled the ignition wire from the middle cylinder and grabbed his
ratchet to remove the spark plug he heard the door open.  He expected to
see his wife standing in the doorway but it was Laura.  Immediately his
heart started pounding as he found himself cornered in his garage with her
and his guilt.

   Laura, at 23, was close to finishing her degree and found herself tired
of campus life.  Thats why she rented a room from the nice couple off
campus.  She enjoyed living with the couple as they gave her plenty of
latitude to live her life as she pleased and made little fuss about her,
even when she brought the occasional man back to her place.  She got along
quite well with Carol as both women were similarly curvy.  Laura's baby fat
that she retained throughout her adolescence had now developed into some
quite stunning features.  Though she was more plump than most girls her age
it was well proportioned, giving her a delightfully zaftig physique.  Carol
saw quite a bit of herself in their guest except as she aged, she found
quite a bit more fat accumulating in her hips, belly and thighs giving her
a very lovely pear shape.  It was the two women's similar physiques that
made it so easy for Brett to find himself enraptured with Laura when she
accompanied him and Carol to the bar for drinks the previous weekend.

   Laura stepped down onto the concrete floor as she closed the door behind
her.  "Carol wanted me to tell you that she's going to bed..." She said
with her arms folded across her chest as she stood in the cold air of the
garage.  Brett caught himself glancing at how her arms mashed her
prodigious breasts, reminding him of how delightfully plump they were.

   He looked back to his machine and turned the ratchet steadily until the
spark plug broke free.  "Ok, thanks for telling me..." He said as he
started to crank the handle of the tool to spin it free of its threads.

   Laura looked about in the messy garage, frustration screwing the corners
of her mouth down.  "So is this how its going to be?  You force yourself on
me and then ignore me the rest of the week."

   Brett listened but didn't stop turning the ratchet until the spark plug
was backed all the way out of its hole.  He took it from the tip and
started to examine the electrodes at the tip.

   Laura watched him play indifferent and the kicked the bucket he sat on.
His weight kept it from shooting out from under him but it was enough to
jolt the large man and get his attention.

   "You don't have a single word to say to me?" The young woman pleaded as
she shifted her weight, her thick thighs pulling the fabric of her pencil
skirt taught.

   Brett looked up at her.  "Listen, I'm sorry!  We were drunk and it was a
mistake!  But I didn't rape you if that's what you are getting at..."

   "So i was the one who invited you down for a snack before bed then
pinned YOU against the counter and put my hands on YOUR body?"

   Brett grabbed a rag and wipped his hands as he looked at the floor.

   Laura shifted her weight on her feet again and brushed her hair back.

   "Listen...I'm not going to tell her.  But that's only because I think we
could have a mutually beneficial arrangement."

   Brett continued to look down and wring his hands in the rag.

   "Hey!  Dummy!  Are you listening to me?!"

   She said as she gave him kick in the calf with the side of her foot.

   "Alright maybe this will help..."

   She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her sweater, lifting it over
her head.  Her heavy breasts fought with her bra to stay contained with
some of her flesh spilling out the bottom as she pulled the sweater free
from her long, curly brown hair.

   Brett sat in awe, unsure of what to make of this situation.  Was it a
trap or should he let himself give into his sudden arousal.

   Laura draped her sweater over the cracked vinyl of the motorcycle seat
and turned around as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra,
holding an arm over her large breasts as she laid her brassiere on top of
her other shed clothing.

   She turned around, her arm doing its best to contain her massive chest.
The man shook his head in bewilderment, speechless.

   "Does this make it any clearer for you?"

   She said stepping towards him, her belly jiggling slightly over the top
of her skirt.  The older married man sat on his overturned bucket, hands
nervously wringing the rag.  Laura kicked his legs apart and stepped
between them, his face level with her navel as he stared up at her.  She
placed her hands on his shoulders, her heavy breasts falling to hang over
her round stomach.  His eyes followed their descent.  The fluorescent
lighting from his work bench illuminating the white flesh of her chest and
that was capped by small pink nipples.

   "I don't know what you want from me..." The older man said after
swallowing the lump in his throat.

   Laura groaned and shook her head.  "You didn't have any problem last
weekend." She said sternly before grabbing his strong jaw full of stubble
and turned his head up, moving his gaze from her chest to her determined
eyes.  "Just kiss me you big dumb bastard..." She said, leaning in and
placing her young, pouty lips on his.

   Bruce kissed the girl back with trepidation at first but as her tongue
moved to brush his lips he opened his mouth in acceptance and brought a
hand up to the soft sides of her waist bulging over the top of her skirt.
Laura greedily kissed the man, trying to explore the entirety of his mouth
while her full breasts hung between them.  Bruce kissed her back in kind,
her passion making him forget any reluctance that he had held just moments
ago.

   Laura broke the kiss and stepped back putting her hands on the zipper on
the side of her skirt.  "Stand up and drop those jeans, mister..." The
young woman commanded as she lowered the zipper and peeled her skirt down
to the floor, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side as she now only
wore the stocking and a black garter belt to hold them in place.  Her thick
thighs and soft, round mons exposed for him now as well.

   Bruce stood up and hastily undid the front of his pants and dropped them
to the floor before he dropped his briefs as well.  His erection stood out
firmly below the hem of his dirty sweater.  The buxom Laura stepped towards
him and pointed to the ground,

   "Lay down..."

   Bruce obeyed and laid back, his hard prick falling back to rest against
his belly.  Laura stepped over his ankles and squatted down and to grab his
legs and push them up and apart before helping him get his shoes and pants
off, leaving him naked from the waist down.

   She grasped him around the root of his manhood, a firm grip on his
engorged shaft and his taught balls as well.  Laura brushed her hair back
as she got a good look at his equipment for the first time.

   "I think all this will do..." She said as she moved her hand to gently
stroke his shaft and squeeze his tender, bulbous head.  "Now keep you legs
back and open..." She said as she lowered her head between his legs.

   She put her face to his crotch, feeling his pubic hair brush against her
nose and cheeks and opened her mouth to gently kiss and pull at the
sensitive flesh of his lower body.  She moved deeper down and placed her
lips on his perineum before drawing her tongue down that trail of flesh to
his the pucker of his ass.

   Her nostrils drew his musk into her lungs in deep breathes as the young
woman licked and kissed on his body.  It would be easy to think she had
done this for his delight but young, buxom Laura found her cleft getting
hot and moist when she found herself this close and intimate with someone's
manhood.

   Bruce, unfamiliar with feeling a woman paying attention to this part of
his body, felt anxious but excited as Laura ran her tongue over his balls
and asshole as she gripped and squeezed his cock, stroking it slowly.  In
fact, one particularly thorough lick of his taint made him quiver and
flinch, pushing a thick drop of precum out as his prickhead was nestled in
Laura's wavy brown hair.

   Laura noted his reaction and sat up, stroking him firmly and slowly as
she supported herself on her elbows.  "Someone liked that, didn't they?"
She said teasingly as she let go of his shaft and crawled up to stradle his
waist.  She kissed him on the lips, tender white breasts pressing into his
chest as her soft body moved on top of his.

   "Well that's all you get for now." She said as she reached between them
and grabbed his quivering tool and guided it to the slick lips of her sex.
She pressed her hips back, mashing his head into her slit and rubbed the
fat knob over her fleshy opening.  She shook and gasped as she teased
herself with his member until she sat back, piercing herself on his rigid
cock.  She continued to settle back onto him until her thighs rest up his
hips and even then she twisted her pelvis down to try to take as much into
her cleft as she could.

   Bruce could only hold her thick waist as the curvy young woman buried
his dick inside of her.  He started to push his hips up into her but she
placed a hand on his chest.

   "No, just lay there.  This is for me." She said with her eyes closed. 
She leaned over him steadying herself with a palm outstreatched on the
concrete and snaked the other over her belly and onto the electrified nub
of her clitoris.  She began to rock back and forth, rolling her hips over
the shaft stretching her insides as she teased and stroked her aroused
clit. Her breasts began to swing back and forth gently as she ground her
the velvety insides of her twat onto his obliging member, gasping and
panting as she approached release.

   "That's it..." The young woman called out as she began to ride him with
vigor, matching the manipulation of her own sex in pace.  She bit her lip
as she her body began to boil.  "Squeeze my breasts!" She commanded of the
man, eyes closed as she approached ecstasy.

   Bruce happily obliged, trying not to climax, knowing that this was for
her, just like last weekend had been for him.  Dutifully he laid there
underneath Laura as she brought herself to orgasm.  Her chest heaving and
shaking in his firm hands as she shuddered and gasped, squeezing his cock
with her hot, wet cavity.

   Laura pulled his hands from her large breasts as she settled back to sit
up straight, trying to catch her breath as her orgasm subsided.  She got to
her knees and let his still hard member slip from her glistening folds. 
She stood up next to his motorcycle and picked up her clothes.

   "Thanks, I needed that." She said as she stepped into her skirt and
zipped it into place.  "Maybe next time we can both cum." Laura pulled her
bra over her arms and fastened it into place giving him a wink.  "You might
keep it down if you are going to finish yourself off.  Like I said, `wife's
asleep.'" She pulled her blouse on over her head and with a smirk stepped
back to the door to the house and inside, leaving Bruce to wonder if what
had happened was real.

   He dwelled on that thought only momentarily before grabbing his still
wet cock and stroking himself as he still had the image of her riding him
fresh in his mind.