Breakfast Invite

My new neighbor Ashley invited me to have breakfast with her sometime. I arrived at breakfast the next morning., Yes, I wanted to stare at Ashley. I wanted to once again soak up the sight of this beautiful Asian woman, and her heaving cleavage. I had looked at, admired, and masturbated to her body and tits every since seeing her move in next door. Ashley opened the door, I had barely sized up her extremely short and delicate robe when she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug. I had to arch my hips to keep her from feeling my raging hard-on. But I did manage to feel those magnificently soft breasts mash against me.

Oh, Goood! I thought when she stepped back. She had applied a full day’s makeup. Her hair was radiant. And that robe! I stole a glance at her bare thighs and the promising pussy between them. It went only a little past her waist, and seemed to be glued to her perfect breasts, unable to conceal their full shape in anyway. Of course, her trademark cleavage was carefully hidden under the silk. But with luck, this robe would open easily. I found it impossible to take my eyes off her now. She moved through the kitchen, stretching and leaning in ways that seemed to psychically call out, “Fuck me.” I wanted to answer those calls, but worked out my frustration by chewing my food.

She seemed perfectly oblivious to her arousing state of dress. She acted like a caring hostess, but didn’t make any comments or innuendoes to suggest she was trying to seduce me. She was a very hot sexy woman, and probably dressed like this to please all the time. I would have give my right arm to carsse, kiss, and suck those breasts for even five minutes. Ashley knelt in front of me, handing me a slice of grapefruit. “Thank you.” I said. Not for the grapefruit, but the overdue parting of her robe. Her cleavage crept with the bend, opening to what appeared to be the top of a lacy white bra. Her beautiful porceline flesh called to me from the shadow across her chest…. “Taste me… lick me… rub me…”

“That looks very nice!” I said. Again, I wasn’t talking about the grapefruit. Ashley moved over to the door and glanced outside.
“Looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day!” she beamed. She turned a bit, and leaned against the countertop. She lifted her hands to her head, pulling her shiny hair up with her fingers. Her body was positioned between me and the outside light. That proved most effective at demonstrating the sheer quality of her chosen robe. Her slim, toned body cut a striking silhouette under the garment. Her legs, her hips, and of course, her breasts, were all outlined to their exact shape. She moaned lightly as she exhaled a deep, erotic breath. I stared at her body, feeling safe in my lustful gaze so long as Ashley’s eyes remained closed. I could practically feel her breasts with my eyes, and taste the protruding nipples with the same look.

Ashley left the kitchen for a moment, I thrusted my hand into my pants and found my throbbing cock. I jerked myself off right at the breakfast table, the image of Ashley burning in his mind. “Oh, Ashley… oh Ashley…” I muttered to myself. I knew I was going to cum, but where? I didn’t want to splooge into my pants. I stood up, stroking myself as I walked, and made it to the sink. I pictured Ashley opening her robe for me. I came into the sink. I unloaded onto an unwashed plate, moaning Ashley’s name quietly as I did. I rubbed himself a few more times, then quickly rinsed the plate and the small amount of sperm on my hands.

I managed the rest of the breakfast more easily, now that my monster load of cum had been dumped. But a few more leans brought a few more glimpses of Ashley’s bursting cleavage, and I found myself with a raging hard on again in no time. Ashley made omelets, and performed the usual stretching and reaching routines from the previous days. I particularly watched as she stretched high up for something on an upper shelf. My mind told me to offer to get it for her, but my body made me sit, and look to the tight little ass lifting up with her reach.Oh, yes… Sure enough, a flash of Ashley’s white silk panties crept out from underneath the robe. Oh, that precious pussy between her legs and under her ass. I started to wonder why I put myself through this. Why did I continue to come over and be inadvertently boiled to a sexual frenzy?

“Could you screw this top off?” I thought she meant her bra, or I hoped she meant her bra. But the jar in her hand quickly ruined that fantasy. Ashley walked to me, rested the jar and the table, and bent forward. I watched the exposed portion of her chest grow from the thin line of her cleavage to the complete sight of her breasts and the lacy pink bra that held them. The robe dangled well below her bursting bosom. Her breasts dangled deliciously in the lacy cups.

I sat with my mouth hanging open. I could see nearly every detail of this beautiful Asian woman’s chest. I could clearly see the line of skin where her breasts sprouted from her slender frame. I could see the bra straps loosely hanging from her shoulders and the breasts shifting slightly inside the cups.