July 4. Independence day. This year, we barbecued in the back yard and had some family and friends over. My wife, her sister Erin, my kids and a couple of their friends, my mother-in-law, and a couple of friends from the neighborhood. The lake, just under a mile to the south, was to have their impressive annual fireworks display at 9pm, and the back yard is the perfect vantage point.

Several hours and a lot of drinks later, the show starts. Great time, as always, the fireworks always cool to watch. After the show, the group slowly breaks apart (and since the 4th was mid week this year, many had to work the following day). My wife, sunburned from being outside all day, and having had too much to drink, went back into the house and lay down. I sat outside with Evie, the last two still in the back yard. Agreeing to a last glass of wine, I went and got it for her. Handing it to her, I stayed standing behind her where she sat in one of the outdoor bar stools.

Watching the random scattering of neighborhood fireworks still firing off, I looks down on her and marvelled at the sight. She is much like my wife. Certainly taller, standing about 5'10" to my wife's 5'5", but share much of the same sexy genes. Huge breasts, cute (if aging) face, nice ass, athletic build. Neither of them were ever considered thin, but a lot of men (myself included) prefer the thicker, healthy look to women. Both sisters catching point was their breasts. My god, I love them.

I began to rub her shoulders and we idly chatting and sipped our drinks. She has been single for a long time, having divorced in early 2000. A string of guys she saw since, sure, but nothing serious. I used my thumbs around the base of her neck, and deftly slipped the thin straps of her sun dress off her shoulders, revealing the tan straps of her bra. She remained silent, her head luling back, enjoying the feel of my hands kneading her shoulders.

Gradually, I widened my movements with hands, going down her spine and shoulder blades then returning to her front, making small circles on her upper chest, moving her bras straps farther and farther apart until they slid off her shoulders as well, joining the straps of the sundress along her arms. Her breathing began to get noticibly heavier, but she did not seem disturbed, so I made the decision to go for her breasts.

My hands slid down, each pushing down the sundress and cupping a breast, the dress pooling about her seated hips. My own breath began to catch as I cupped her huge tits more firmly, feeling her nipples stiffening beneath my fingers. I squeezed those tits, hardly daring to believe that it was really happening. I had want to feel her for so very long. I have no idea how long I stood behind her, massaging her tits and tweaking her nipples, probably a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

I found that her bra was a front clasp, and deftly, given years of practive with my wife's bra and tits, slipped the hook apart and then there they were. Glorious in the pale like of the evening sky, her massive, freckled breasts. her nipples, the areolas smaller than my wife's, were puckerd, the nipples rock hard, and i took the left one and locked my fingers on it, pinching and rolling it as I pushed her head back, our lips meeting and tongues beginning to explore.

One hand sliped down her stomach and began to work under her dress to find that mound between her legs, but her hand touched my arm and stopped me, never breaking the kiss. She guided my hand back her to breast, and I broke the kiss, my head dipping down and taking that right nipple into my mouth, sucking hungily at it. I have no idea how long I sucked and squeezed her tits, but it is vivid in my memory.

Suddenly, a large firework went off close to the house and startled us, I rose up and broke contact from her, wanting to go right back for more, but it was enough to break the moment. She quickly fastened her bra and pulled her dress. She gave me a small smile and and quick kiss and disappeared back into the house.

And here I am, a month later and not a peep from her. Great memories though, and regret it did not got further or longer.