Amy’s Tits

Amy

I had known Amy for years, we had met at a convention in the mid-west. We were both there for work, and introduced by a mutual friend. Amy had a knock-out body. She was about 5′-7″ with a thin build, short cropped red hair, bright green eyes, but her most remarkable feature is her 34 DD breasts. She and I met year after year at the convention, but each year either she was dating someone or I was dating someone and we never managed to get together as anything more than friends.

We kept in contact online, but it had been nearly two years since I’d seen her when I decided to move. My job contract had expired, and the company decided not to renew the contract. I found myself approaching the end of my lease, with no immediate job and nothing keeping me in the area. When I started trying to find a place to move I asked around to all the friends I had online, and it was Amy that suggested that I move to Florida. I had been wanting to move somewhere warmer, and Florida sounded perfect.

Amy had been living down there with her boyfriend, a doctor, for a few years, but she had no other friends in the area. It only took me 4 weeks to get everything packed into a truck and like that I was living in Florida. The evening I arrived I met up with Amy and her boyfriend, we had dinner together and talked. Her boyfriend had finished med school a few years prior and was doing his residency at one of the local hospitals. Amy was ecstatic to have a friend in the area since her boyfriend was spending nearly one hundred hours a week at the hospital and she worked from home. Some of the most beautiful beaches in the United States were 10 minutes from their apartment and Amy rarely got to visit them.

It took me a short while to find a job, but I was only part time at first. I’d had enough money saved that I didn’t need to work full time, plus I was renting a small apartment that perfectly fit my needs, and was extraordinarily cheap. So when I wasn’t working I was hanging out with Amy, and occasionally her boyfriend. She showed me all the spots around town, and we went to all the beaches before finding our favorite places. Each time we went to the beach she wore bikinis, with a body like hers I couldn’t blame her, but I could never help but stare. I’m sure she caught me looking too, but she would always playfully brush it off.

One day Amy, her boyfriend, and I were at the beach enjoying the water and sunshine when her boyfriend got paged. He was on call with the hospital all weekend, and a page meant he might have to go in. A quick call confirmed that he was needed at the hospital. We rushed back to their apartment so he could shower the sand and sweat off, and then rush to the hospital. He would likely be gone for a few hours, so Amy and I were deciding what to do with our time. Her boyfriend rushed out of the shower, gave her a quick kiss goodbye, and was gone.

My hair had lightened considerably from all the trips to the beach and sun exposure, so Amy and I decided to add some color to balance it out. She wanted to dye her hair at the same time because her color had been fading for a while. We made a quick trip to the grocery store across the street, got what we needed, and then went back to her apartment. I had never colored my hair, but Amy was a pro. After taking my shirt off she draped a towel over my shoulders and began working on my hair. I sat there on the floor as she worked in the color, and then I had to spend ten minutes letting it set.

While we sat and waited we decided to start on her hair. She pulled her shirt off over her head surprising me, I thought for sure she would at least go into the other room and change into something else. Instead she sat down right in front of me wearing only her shorts and a sports bra which did little to contain her mounds of cleavage. I got an instant hard-on looking down, past her shoulders to the breasts neatly tucked into her bra. I could even see her nipples poking against the fabric of the bra, she must have been cold sitting in the air conditioning without a shirt on.

Following her instructions as best I could while shifting uncomfortably against a hard-on straining to free itself from my shorts I managed to get the color solution into her hair.