An ode to lost lovelies

She had an impish look on her face. I noticed it straight away. I was out walking. Something I have to do. An old heart problem. I came out from the underpass and there she was. She lay on the grassy bank that rose up from the track. I was intrigued to say the least. It was a warm day, the sun was promising to come on strong.

She seemed as if to expect this. I noticed that her blouse was undone down to the second button. What was she doing there, I thought? I rarely meet anybody, and certainly not a lady in repose

‘Hello’, she said.

‘Good morning, it’s a lovely day’ I offered.

She smiled as if that was pretty obvious, ‘Yes indeed, it surely is.’

‘It’s nice to be out in the country’, I offered again.

She smiled again. ‘With all this traffic?’

‘Yes, I know, but its not too bad,‘ I responded, ‘But why are you sitting here?’

‘I was waiting for you’.

She said it in such a way as to make it mysterious. ‘I’ve seen you before.’

‘When was that?’, I asked.

‘When I was walking my dog, you remember.’

Yes, I thought to myself, maybe we did pass by.

‘Where is your dog now?’ I asked.

‘You know, I don’t know, he sort of ran off. He’ll come back. Would you like a chocolate?’

She opened up a bag beside her and leaned over to get the chocolate. As she did so I saw the fullness of her breast as it filled her blouse. She turned and offered it me. I went up the bank, and, taking the chocolate, sat down beside her. As she broke a piece off I noticed her slender fingers. They seemed like musicians fingers. I wondered what instrument they played.

She slid the chocolate between her teeth and sucked on it. 

'It is rather nice, don’t you think?’

‘Yes, I think it’s going to be very hot.’

‘No, this chocolate, you silly.’

She slid her tongue out and showed the chocolate on the end.

‘Go on taste it.’

I was non-plussed, what was expected of me? It seemed a silly thing to do with a stranger, and yet there was look in those blue eyes; a kind of imploring challenge. It was as if this was a prelude to a test, and if I failed it would distress her. She placed one slender hand upon my knee and the other on the side of my face as if to guide me in.

The devil in me took the challenge, and so our lips met as the chocolate began to melt. It was more that a simple kiss, it had concealed passion, like the warning rumblings of a volcano. She was soft, her lips caressed mine. A seductress holding out temptation. She moved away.

‘Ah, I do like chocolate, would you like another piece, but perhaps not here, it is too hot, there is some shade under those trees, I wouldn’t want it to melt.’

We moved away from the noise of the traffic into a sylvan glade . At least it seemed that way to me. It was dry below the trees and a carved out hollow made it the perfect resting place. We sat together and shared another piece of chocolate.

‘Would you like to see these?’

She caressed either side of her breasts below the covering of the blouse. I was taken aback. Would this mean some kind of liaison - a kiss, and another kiss, leading to a caress, but her she was offering her breasts as if for inspection.

‘They are rather,’ she hesitated, ’Full.’

That face, those blue eyes, were without artifice. She smiled in a contented manner, as if she knew the answer anyway. I considered my answer as I smiled back at her. It seemed that it might break a spell.

‘Of course’ seemed inadequate, ‘Its my pleasure’ seemed presumptuous, so I settled for an expectant ‘yes‘.

That seemed to satisfy her and she undid her blouse and two huge breasts slid out. It was then that I realised that she was not wearing a bra. They were there before me. Beautiful, alluring, a woman’s breasts, breasts that somehow proclaimed their presence. They overwhelmed my senses. I leaned forward and holding one in my left hand I kissed the nipple of the other breast.

She sighed as it rose to my tonguing caress.

‘They are my lovelies, but I am going to have them cut off.’

‘That’s too much to bear,’ I exclaimed.

‘No,’ she said, ‘Its too much for me to bear!’

The heat of the summer sun beat down and those breasts fulfilled their purpose for the last time. For her it was a long goodbye. For me it was a sad farewell.