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I quickly darted into the bedroom and slipped on a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt. Within seconds I was at the top of the steps with a video camera in hand, waiting for an opportunity to slip back downstairs.

Jess had just recomposed herself and opened the door, after Mary’s third series of knocks at the wooden door. Jess greeted her neighbor with the regular warm and friendly smile, ushering her inside. Jess tried her best to act nonchalantly as she felt Mary’s eyes burn through her skin.

“Oh my,” Mary exclaimed. “I didn’t know I was interrupting.”

Flushed and embarrassed, Jess dismissed Mary’s comments saying she had slept in and just got up. She escorted her friend into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. That gave me the opportunity to sneak around to the dining area just off the kitchen.

I was able to find a secluded spot under the dining room table, setting the camera on a chair. The camera had an unobstructed view of the kitchen area, and the two women. I had to resolve watching the events through the LCD display; otherwise I’d be in plain view.

Jess poured two large mugs of coffee. “Have you been up for a while,” she asked. When Mary affirmed, Jess chirped, “then you’d be ready for a little kick to your drink.” Jess opened the top cabinet and pulled a bottle of Irish Cream out. She poured an overly generous amount into each cup, before sitting down with Mary.

Now that Jess sat down, I could clearly see Mary. She was wearing a thin cotton blue tank top. The narrow shoulder straps revealed her muscular shoulders and arms, and the low cut cleavage revealed her extremely feminine, well-endowed breasts. She had apparently been out in the early morning sun. A light sheen of perspiration glistened on her bronzed body. Mary’s brunette hair was full and hung down over her shoulders. Mary sipped at her coffee and nearly choked at the abundance of ****. “Wow, kick is right,” she coughed.

Jess giggled, sipping her coffee likewise. Mary inquired as to my whereabouts, and Jess simply shrugged her shoulders. “He’s out! He left me here by myself. He figured he’d be in the way with you around.” Jess smiled, returning to her cup for courage. Jess kept fidgeting nervously as the two chatted. Her jerky movements continuously caused the short kimono to open up. Jess repeatedly adjusted herself and the sash to keep the short robe closed.

The conversation was dull as the two finished the first cup; however, it was clearly evident that the **** was beginning to take effect. Jess rose to fill the cups once again, grabbing Mary’s mug and taking it to the counter. I watched Mary’s eyes follow Jess. As Jess was filling the cups, it was clearly visible that Mary was staring at Jess’ exposed, rounds of ass flesh sticking out from beneath the robe. Tiny bumps were growing underneath the tight fitting blue top.

Once again, Jess added an abundance of Irish Cream to the coffee. She grabbed both cups and turned around sharply. The sudden movement caused the loosely tied sash to come undone. The robe parted easily exposing Jess’ creamy flesh to Mary’s surprised eyes. Mary devoured the sight of Jess’ pert nipples sitting atop the unsagging mounds of taut flesh. Her eyes also caught a glimpse of the finely trimmed curls of blonde hairs nestled at the juncture between the curvaceous hips.

With a cup in each hand, there was nothing Jess could do, except stand there in embarrassment as Mary stared in awe. Jess stood motionless for several seconds as the realization of what was happening coursed through her brain. Unfortunately, it also triggered electrical sensations in her most private areas as she realized that she was standing practically naked in front of the woman she had always been secretly attracted to.

Ever since Jess had moved in, she had always admired Mary. She had come to regard Mary as a beautiful woman and very attractive, even though, at the time, she had no inclination towards partners of the same sex. It wasn’t until she began watching the porn movies that she began daydreaming about Mary. While watching the movies, she would envision herself with Mary sharing a guy; it always seemed so erotic. Then there was that one time she saw an all-girl movie that she realized she secretly wanted to experience the love that only a woman can give. It had been buried there for no one else to know, and yet she somehow let it be known, for the command I gave, she readily accepted.

“Damn kimono,” Jess quipped as she snapped out of her trance. She quickly placed the cups on the table and grabbed the silk material.

Before she had a chance to tie it back up, Mary interrupted. “Don’t bother girl! It’s been coming undone all morning. Just leave it be.”

Jess’ heart jumped into her throat as she laughed away Mary’s comment. After setting the cups down she loosely tied the robe back in place; however, this time there was clearly more flesh visible to Mary’s roving eyes.

The whole incident started the girls talking about sex, and my cock grew hard listening to the banter between the two lovely ladies. As they progressed I listened as their demeanor changed. The talk was getting intense as Mary relayed descriptions of George’s, her husband’s, cock, while Jess detailed my significantly larger and thicker cock. Mary licked her lips as Jess revealed the graphic details. Under the table, it was clearly evident that Mary was rubbing her legs together, fidgeting as Jess’ near-drunken babble continued. Jess even told Mary of how she lost our bet, and how she had to do whatever I wanted; however, she didn’t let on about the latest command.

Mary giggled and said I was a fool for leaving her alone for one minute with a bet like that. Little did she know!

Jess broke the barrier when her robe opened again. “Damn thing, won’t stay shut!” Jess softly slid her hands down over the supple mounds, teasing the upright peaks as she cupped each breast. “So tell me Mary, do these really look alright. Maybe I ought to get a boob job?”

“Jesus, Jess,” Mary snapped! “They’re already perfectly shaped and proportionately large for your frame … Why would you want to change that?”

“I don’t know,” Jess replied. “Look at you! Everywhere we go, the guys are always looking at you! It doesn’t matter if we’re dressed to the nines, or just in our sweats. You always get the looks. I figure if they were just a little bigger, and maybe stood out more …” Jess held up her orbs of flesh up and out in an offering manner. “What do you think?”

Mary nervously giggled at Jess’ brazen openness. “It’s not what you’ve got, sweetie. It’s how you flaunt it.” Mary’s eyes began to glaze as the **** infiltrated her brain. “You got to shop for clothes very carefully. Everything needs to be one size too small in the right area. My shirts, for example are picked out so that my tits always look big. My pants and shorts always show off my butt, while not making my legs look fat. And if you can’t find ones that fit right, cut’em up, and they’re your raggedy clothes.” Then with a brazen fluid move of her own, Mary crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her tank top and raised her hands. The light blue cotton material peeled away from the bronzed goddess as she inhaled. There they were in magnificent view for both, Jess and I, to see. I guessed they were large C-cups, capped with silver dollar sized pink circles and thick pencil eraser sized nipples. “See Jess, mine are hardly any different than yours.” Mary then mimicked Jess’ antics by cupping her own tits and offering them to Jess. Even though I could not see Jess’ reaction, I was sure she was salivating as much as I was.

Jess giggled away the premise and continued on with sexual talk filled with innuendoes and nuances. Mary continued accepting the bait and countered with her own flirtatious comments. A few minutes later, and both girl’s mugs were empty once again. Jess grabbed the cups and headed back to the counter, this time not bothering to close her robe. Mary’s eyes devoured Jess’ body once again as she glided across the short distance.

As Jess was pouring the coffee, Mary silently rose from her seat moving closer to Jess. Jess was reaching for the bottle of Irish Cream, “Ready for round three …”

Mary surprised Jess, pressing her body up against her back. “Ready,” Mary hoarsely whispered into Jess’ ear, sending shivers throughout Jess’ body. Mary’s hands covered Jess’ shoulders and flowed down to her trembling hands, holding onto the bottle.