B is for…

Blane Boehm was a baker. He loved his job. He loved making yummy foods to share with others. He enjoyed being in the kitchen and the warm smells that would come out of the oven when he had put something together. There was only one thing that could compete with his love of baking and that was breasts. Blane loved breasts. Small breasts, large breasts, medium breasts. Pointy nipples, flat nipples. Nipples that were the color of cream or as dark as the night sky. Blane just loved the way women’s nipples would perk up with a light touch or a gentle lick. He also loved how he could pinch and twist them and make a girl writhe in his arms. Nipples in particular were great, but even just gently massaging the sensitive flesh around them was his idea of perfection.

He had enjoyed having anal sex with Adalene the night before. They had enjoyed a lovely date prior, too. He was happy that he had met her but to him, there was no such thing as enough breasts. He wanted more, desperately wanted more. As luck would have it, he had a good friend who loved having her breasts played with. So he picked up his mobile phone and called her. Cherilyn Croom answered on the second ring.

“Hey,” he said, feeling somewhat awkward. Booty calls were not his forte.

“Hi Blane!” she said brightly.

“Hi Cherilyn.” He was being redundant and he knew it. He had already said hello. Maybe the natural reaction was because he couldn’t bring himself to use a nickname for her. Somehow, to him, it cheapened their what they had.

“What’s up?”

“Not much,” he said, quietly.

“What?” she said. The background noise on her end was loud enough that he figured she couldn’t hear well. He cleared his throat and started over.

“Hey, Cherilyn, what are you up to right now?”

“I’m out with some friends at the bar. What about you?”

“I am at home…” his voice trailed off.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…” he felt uncertain, unsure. He knew what he had planned to ask her but now that they were on the phone it seemed so much harder.

“Do you want to come out to the bar?”

He hesitated. He didn’t really want to. He wanted to see her. He wanted to have his hands caressing every part of her body. But if she were out with her friends, would he really be able to convince her to cut her night short to come fool around with him? He shook his head. Unlikely. “Um, I could if you want.”

“Sure!” She told him which bar she was in and they said their goodbyes. He got up off the couch in his living room and went into the bedroom. What the hell did he wear to the Moon Room? What the hell kind of name was that for a bar anyway?

He picked out one of his nicer pairs of jeans and put them on with a button down t-shirt. He figured he looked nice enough. He put on dress shoes, wincing at his poor footwear choice before he even left his living room.

When he got to the bar, the group of girls wasn’t difficult to spot. Everywhere he looked there were groups of people, but he noticed that most of them were men. Why were there so many more men there than women? And then it hit him. They were at a bar that catered to men. Once his eyed adjusted to the dimness in the room, he realized that the women walking around with trays in their hands were wearing practically nothing. A thong and heels, he saw as one walked particularly close in passing. His eyes trailed up her long legs, over her bare ass, her hourglass hips, and her round globes. They were topless. How had he never heard of this place?!

Cherilyn and her friends had taken a corner of the bar and affixed themselves there. The bartender, one of the few male employees, it seemed, was paying them special attention and it was no wonder why.

Moving along the bar, Blane stood next to Cherilyn. “Hey,” he said loudly in her ear.

“Hey!” she said and she threw her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her back and hugged her.

“What is this place?” he yelled.

“I know, it’s great, isn’t it? I knew you would like it here!”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about this place?”

“I just found it recently, myself,” she screamed. “My friends brought me and it’s fantastic! The service is great!” Of course it is… you’re a group of girls in a mostly male bar. The male employees love you. He didn’t say any of that though. He just smiled at her and nodded. “Wanna dance?” she yelled and he nodded again.

They moved out onto the small dance floor and began to move. She writhed to the music, shaking her hips and ass but all Blane could look at were her breasts. After watching them for nearly a whole song, he was certain she wasn’t wearing a bra but he was itching to find out. Blane actually preferred women to wear bras. It was like wrapping a present. But if he got to see breasts, he wasn’t going to complain.

The dance floor wasn’t overly crowded as there weren’t that many women and men didn’t tend to dance by themselves. So they moved freely in time to the DJ until she was winded. “I need a drink!” she called and he followed her back to her spot at the bar. He came up behind her, pinning her with his hands. She was facing away from him and he could smell her hair. They were almost the same height.

“You looked beautiful out on the dance floor,” he said in her ear. He didn’t have to yell that close to her and he was pretty sure her friends couldn’t hear him. Blane could just make out the tint of pink that stained her cheeks at the comment. She was pressed against his chest and he couldn’t feel any bra lines. “Are you wearing a bra under there, my dear?” Her cheeks flamed red now. She turned around to face him.

“How did you know?”

“I know you too well, Cherilyn.” Now they had to yell to be heard.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked. He nodded, a malicious grin on his face. Her return grin said that she knew exactly what he wanted.

He released her from the bar and she talked to one of her friends before grabbing her stuff from the under the bar where she had stashed it. Then she motioned for Blane to follow her.

When they were out in the cool air, she asked, “Did you drive?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Good, I didn’t.” She followed him to his car in the quiet of the evening. “God it was loud in there, wasn’t it?” she giggled. It was cute.

“Yeah, it was. But it was a nice place. I liked it.”

“I thought you would,” she said when they had maneuvered themselves into the car. “I would have just met you at your place when you called, but I knew you would want to see the bar.” Her demeanor was bubbly but then it turned serious, “I’m glad you came out.”

“Me too,” Blane remarked as he pulled out of the spot and began to drive home. “My place?” he asked belatedly.

“Sure,” she said. “You just want me anywhere you can take my top off.”

“I won’t deny that,” he said.

She laughed. “At least you’re honest.” Their voices were loud in the enclosed space of the car. Neither of them could adjust from being in the club. “I could distract you,” she said and he could hear in her voice that she was winking, even if he was focused on the road.

“Oh really?” he said.

“I could…” Cherilyn let her voice trail off.

“I’m not sure that would be wise,” he advised. “I am incredibly horny as it is and I am desperate to rip your clothes off.”

“Might be a bad idea then,” she agreed and she let the subject drop. Blane’s apartment wasn’t too far away and in the blink of an eye, they were pulling into the underground garage. As soon as he put the car in park, she said, “All bets are off now,” and he could see her wink this time.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked and he watched as she pulled her shirt up around her waist exposing her creamy skin. She swiveled around in her seat as she took her shirt off and began to climb over to the driver’s seat. “I don’t think is going to be quite as sexy as you think…” he started to say but she got the message when the horn started blaring.

“They always make it look so hot on TV,” she pouted.

He laughed and she blushed. He smoothed her hair back behind her ear. “It’s cute, though. And I really love how you’re blushing now.”

“Er, thanks,” she said. She sounded shy and awkward suddenly.

“But now that you have your shirt off, what if I did this…” He took her shirt from the seat, opened the car door, and tossed it as far as he could. It was only maybe ten feet from the driver’s side door, but for her to get out on the passenger’s side…

“I—” she stammered. “Why did you do that?!”

“Because I want to watch your breasts bounce as you run out there to get it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Blane!” He laughed again and she blushed deeper. She craned her neck to see out of the car as far as she could, trying to see if anyone else was in the garage. It was hard to see in his low car though. She finally gave an exasperated sigh and got out of the car. She opened the door slowly, and held her arms across her chest.

“Oh come on,” he called, “let me see your tits bounce!”

She rolled her eyes again but there was a hint of a smile forming at the corners of her mouth and she dropped her hands to her sides. She kept scanning the garage for signs of other people. He knew she had forgotten that there would be video cameras in the garage. She jogged quickly to where her shirt was and held it over her chest so that she wasn’t bare. When she got back in the car, she was grinning.

“You look happy,” he smirked at her.

She shoved his arm in a move that was very ‘little sister,’and said, “Oh, come on. You did that on purpose.”

“Yes, yes, I did,” He said, his smile widening. “It was fun to watch you get all embarrassed. And I would be willing to bet that if I slipped my hand down here,” He dipped his hand into the waistband of her jeans, “I would find that you are dripping wet.” It was satisfying to know that he was correct.

Her blush, which had begun to fade, came back in full force. “Okay, you got me there. Now can we get inside so we can get on with it?” She was apparently too embarrassed to say have sex or fuck. Her attempt at innocence was endearing.

“Yes, we can,” he said and he stepped out of the car. She scrambled to get her top back on and then followed him to the elevator and up to his apartment. She was right on his heels when he opened the door. Two feet inside, she took charge. Her shirt came back off and she pinned Blane against the wall. He let her and began to fondle and pinch her breasts. He was squeezing hard and Cherilyn was moaning. He pushed her back enough that he could get his own shirt off and then they were skin to skin. She felt as soft as she looked.

She nibbled on his earlobe, his neck, his collarbone. She was quickly working her way down his body and he felt powerless to stop her. When she got to his jeans, she unzipped them deftly and slid them down to his ankles. His boxers were next and he sprung free, already hard as a rock for her. She moaned softly next to his skin and her breath vibrated softly against him. “Oh Blane,” she crooned and she took his cock into her mouth. His love of breasts was on par with her love of cum. She didn’t suck him long because she knew that he didn’t want to cum in her mouth. They both knew exactly what he wanted.

She stood up and moved into the living room. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes on the floor in the foyer and followed her. He winced as he got out of the dress shoes that pinched his feet. She sat down on the couch, naked now that she had had a moment to ditch her own clothes. She was pressing her breasts together and he knew that they were exactly on the same page. He moved right up to her and bent his knees a little. It gave him perfect access to her breasts and his cock slid between them. As he came up, she flicked her tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. He groaned. This was perfect. It was exactly what he wanted.

Blane began to fuck her breasts quickly. He was still well lubricated from her sucking his cock. With her constantly licking his head, he was able to stay slick enough to slide easily. He was grunting and she was moaning and within a very short amount of time, he was ready to cum. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a thrust and she kept licking, her eyes closed, her breaths coming quickly.

As the first spurt of cum hit her in the face, she moaned. Each splash of cum against her skin made her moan again. He threw his head back and thrust a few more times until he was totally spent and then he stopped. She let her breasts go and he took a step backward to regain his balance. He looked down at her. Cherilyn’s face was covered in his cum. She had caught some of it on her tongue, but her cheeks, nose, and forehead had cum on them too. She smiled up at him, opening her eyes slightly to see him watching her.

“You look beautiful,” he said. The words left his mouth without permission, but they were out there now. He didn’t want to lead Cherilyn on. He wasn’t in love with her, he just loved seeing her covered in cum. It was a very attractive quality.

“Thank you,” she murmured and she used her tongue to lick off whatever cum she could. When she couldn’t get any more, she started using her finger to wipe the cum from her face into her mouth. His cock has gone soft after his orgasm but he could feel it twitch as he watched her. He got down on his knees and he began to lick her clit. She was moaning loudly and rocking her hips on the couch as she sucked his cum off of her fingers.

She came very quickly, screaming as she did. He licked her until she pushed him away and then he rocked back on his heels, a smile on his face, and said, “Want to do it again?”


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4 thoughts on “B is for…

  1. I thought Blane was a bit of an ass at first but at least he finished the job and Cherilyn got hers too! Great story


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