Charlotte suddenly looked somehow smaller, “I’m afraid, Ted. I couldn’t
stand to have you look at me the way my husband did…!”
I took her in my arms and held her until she had calmed some.
“Not to worry, Charlotte.” was all I said.
She turned her back to undress, and wouldn’t face me in the shower until
I took her gently by the shoulders and turned her around. Her face
pleaded with me not to look, but when I took her hands in mine and
gently pulled them down to her sides, she hung her head and let them drop.
Her left breast was full and beautiful, not too big, not too small. The
right side of her chest held a loose flap of skin and a large, ugly scar.
“Haven’t decided about an implant yet?” I asked.
“No. It would help when I’m wearing clothes, I suppose, but won’t hide
the scar,” she answered softly, “and I can just stick a breast form in
my bra if I want to look symmetrical.”
I bent and kissed the tip of her left breast, drawing a gasp from my
shower-mate. I suckled it for a few moments and gently slipped a middle
finger between her legs, seeking out her little bud, hidden in its
fleshy hood.
“Oh, God! It’s been so LONG!” she moaned, humping at my finger as it
eased between the slippery lips of her pussy.
On impulse, I switched sides and ran my tongue along her scar.
Charlotte gave a startled cry and grabbed my hair, pulling me away from
her chest. She was breathing wildly when I looked up at her face.
“Did that hurt?” I asked, concerned.
“NO!” She gasped, “It was just so, so, unexpected! It almost felt like
my breast was still there!”
“So,” I asked, shaking water from my eyes, “shall I stop, or continue on?”
Hesitantly, Charlotte guided my face back to her chest. Gently, I licked
onced more at the scar that marked where a lovely breast had once been,
drawing gasps of indrawn breath from the lovely cyclist.
I switched back to the other side, and nibbled at the nipple, while a
second finger wormed its way into her. Charlotte moaned and humped at my
fingers, still holding my head between her hands, almost as if to be
sure it was really there.
I moved back to her scar and took the flap of skin between my teeth,
nibbling at it the way I had done her nipple. Charlotte shrieked and
humped at my fingers, cumming around my hand as I continued to work on
the sensitive flesh that used to be her breast, sucking, kneading with
my tongue, and occasionally nipping with my teeth. Two, three, four
times she came as I worked over her breast and her scar.
Finally, she jerked my head back and bent to give me a long, soulful kiss.
“Enough, Ted!” she gasped, “Save some for later!”
As I regained my feet on the slippery tile of the shower floor, I said,
“I took a chance there, but it seemed the right thing to do at the time…”
Charlotte flashed me a sultry smile and said, “You don’t know HOW right,
big boy! I think you have single-handedly restored my faith in the male
of the species! It’s not the same as when the breast was there, but it
reminds me, you know?”
Well, of course I couldn’t know, but I nodded.
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