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—…By evening a sharp cold snap and heavy rain are expected, so the umbrella will become the best friend of the city’s residents today, — the anchorwoman droned monotonously from the screen, as always making elegant steps in her tight pencil skirt while her full, heavy breasts swayed gently under the impeccably tailored blazer, drawing the eye far more strongly than any storm fronts on the weather map.
Mike didn’t blink right away, holding the smoldering cigarette in his hand. His gaze was glued to those two enormous hemispheres that, damn it, always — always — made his brain switch to completely different pictures, having nothing to do with the weather, imagining how those very hemispheres would look without the blazer, without the bra, just bare, heavy, and squeezing his cock between them, sliding smoothly back and forth. Back… forth…
“How the hell does she even walk with those things? How does she sleep? It’s just fucking horrifying, not a life at all,” flashed through his head once again, and then, with a slight delay, the second thought arrived: “She’s probably just a dumb bitch and thinks it’s beautiful.”
The air in the apartment reeked of tobacco and warm beer, but would you even notice that when the whole smell is your own handiwork — especially when you suddenly remembered a few minutes ago why you used to watch the weather forecast, but completely forgot about it in the process.
The sound of the front door opening echoed and reached Mike, making him flinch — the ash that had barely been clinging to the cigarette broke off and fell straight onto his thigh.
— Shit! — burst out of Mike.
He jerked, trying to brush the ash off the tender smooth skin of his leg, but immediately cursed everything in the world. From the sharp movement his breasts heaved heavily, stretching the bra so hard that the underwire dug into the skin, and the unruly hemispheres started wobbling like fucking jelly, pulling the skin in different directions.
— Goddamn it… — he breathed out quietly, suddenly feeling that already familiar and at the same time still strange mixture of shame and… fear? No, more like anger that he didn’t want to show right now, didn’t want to look weak, trying to make everything be like before.
From the hallway came the rustle again — someone was taking off a jacket, tossing keys onto the console table. Mike turned his head toward the doorway, furrowed his brow, and took another drag.
— Kate! — a hoarse voice called from the hallway. A voice that just three months ago had belonged to him, and now sounded in such a way that Mike wanted to just cover his ears and disappear.
“Kate. And why the fuck did she decide to call me Kate right now? Is she not alone? Then what the hell, why didn’t she warn me? And anyway, I never gave her permission to bring guests here, so…”...Full story (11 700 characters - 2 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon