<…continued>“What happened?” she asked, as she came up to stand beside me on my front y

<…continued>“What happened?” she asked, as she came up to stand beside me on my front yard, both of us looking now, facing the facade of the house. My pulse had quickened in response, caught off guard by the strength of her perfume, the smell of shampoo from her hair…the scent of a woman. Plus, she’s just about my height, which makes my skin tingle. “Why’d you decide…not to?”“Have kids?” I replied, shrugging casually but absolutely uncomfortable. My eyes dropped, looking intently as she took several steps more, stepping in front of me, towards the house. Gaze drawn instinctively dropped to her shapely hips, I watched them sway, marveling at her impossibly tiny waist. Awed by that big bubble butt of hers move. It’s like she’s got two bowling balls in there…“Yeah, why not?” she asked again, brightly, looking over her shoulder before turning again to face me, her hair a luxurious flag, a wave of abundance. NNnnngggh… With unwise frankness I continued. “My…wife can’t have them,” I said, immediately regretting this lapse of trust, this little betrayal. Not knowing what else to say, I fell silent, and watched something change in Melissa’s posture. She straightened her shoulders, and seemed to be fighting back…something. A smile?“Aww that’s too bad. I can’t imagine. I mean… “ With that she half-turned, to look up into a Japanese dogwood, presenting her breathtaking figure in profile, “you’d make such a good daddy…” Suddenly she seemed interested in something in the tree, on a low branch. She reached for it, dramatically emphasizing the size of her large breasts, which now pressed against the confines of her top. Such contrast, I marveled in that moment, so different than Sheryl. I’ve always thought of my wife as…fit. Taut. Streamlined from running and aerobics and yoga and just…genetics. Melissa, though, was gifted with these bountiful curves that seem to promise fertility - a tall, strong body built for breeding. She just makes Sheryl’s slight, narrow figure seem…bare.I was shaken from my indecorous reverie by Melissa, abruptly right in front of me, a pout on her face and holding something, for me, up in two hands.A Nest.“It’s empty…” she said, with that pout, tilting the small, brown bird’s nest -probably a robin’s - towards me. Intricate, organic, woven with care…but empty. Suddenly, though, I could picture it, laden with two eggs. Perfect, flawless, their shells a blue just like the blue of Melissa’s top, which loomed in contrast hugely behind her cupped hands, this empty nest. She’s definitely got a bikini on, beneath, bulging full.“I want to have a million babies,” she said with the wistful certainty of youth, the fertility of her suddenly just washing out from her, just beaming from her new smile like a warm wave as her eyes flashed. It nearly made me gasp, palpable like overripe fruit in the air. “I want to be a mommy, some day, so bad…”gulp.“Y-y-you…you’ll have your chance…” I said, needing to turn away, back towards the street. Her bike lay against the ground, up by the curb. My heart was racing as I again I felt the judgmental eyes of the neighbors all upon me. Melissssy…I mean, Melissa…walked up, again, behind me, put her hand on my left shoulder. “Any girl would want to be the mommy of your babies, don’t worry,” she said, as if sensing my discomfit, “You’ll be a daddy someday, I can feel it.”This just made me more nervous. “Anyway, I should be going,” she said, as she walked past me again towards her bike - but then stopping. She turned, as if remembering something, and came in for…“Hug!!”nnnngghhghghggggghhhhhhh….Holy christ, the squishiness. The warmth. The firm muscles of her thin back. The soft hair and the lingering perfume when she stepped away, with a giggle and a shared, secret smile.“b-bye…” I peeped, surely wide-eyed, pulse pounding in my head. “Not so fast,” she said, as I watched her lift her bike, bopping it off the curb and mounting herself onto it. “Take some pictures of me, for my page?”“F-for Instagram?” I stammered, icy fright grabbing my heart. “Is…that ok?” she asked, brows narrowing as she studied my reaction.“Uhhh…” My phone burned in my pocket; my hand went in to it, protectively.“Oh, I get it…” Melissa said, nodding and smiling, eyes twinkling, “It’s better that, like, the girls don’t know I was here…”Yeah…yeah! The girls! The staff! Run with that. “Right, don’t want to make anyone feel, uh…”“…like I was, y’know, special.”“Oh…you are special,” I said, immediately - immediately -  kicking myself ten hundred times and sideways. But the sight of her swelling, swelling up with pride and…what was that?  “but…yeah…” I finished.Our eyes were locked, her smile huge, bright, excited. He said I was special!!!! Oh my god I did. My gaze dropped.“Pictures!” she finally sang, and took my phone from me as I pulled it out. She posed for me sitting on her bike; dutifully I snapped away. Oh god, oh christ…. Excited, she girlishly insisted I send them to her even as she indulgently reassured me, with a mischievous wink - “that these are just for us.” For myself, I made some half-hearted niceties - thanks for dropping by, all that - and took one last secret, furtive shot of her biking away……just for us. -- source link

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