artworks's blog post - What is she thinking?

Last Friday night I went to Las Vegas night fund raiser in the basement of a local school. It wasn't very exciting to play blackjack with poker chips that didn't really count for anything, so I spent most of the time just walking through the crowd, observing.

There were a few sexy moms there, the big brown eyed buxom one who is always willing to chat and doesn't stick to church approved subjects; the short blonde with the great ass that she's always showing off by doing yardwork in her bikini; the business like Korean who always wears glasses and conservative dresses that are to me like the ostrich feathers of a 1950's stripper, hiding the really important parts but leaving me to imagine how perfect they must be.

So I was surprised when I found myself standing to the side of one game, focusing on the minister's slightly chubby wife as she ran the less than Las Vegas like ring toss game. Now, she's a fairly pretty woman in the face, bright blue eyes, curly brown hair and chipmunk smile, but her body has never much thrilled me with its rectangular shape, ho hum beasts and too wide rear. But on this night I couldn't take my eyes off her. Well, off her chest that is.

The minister's wife had on a typical ladies blouse, a striped cotton-polyester blend with long sleeves and an open v-neck. She didn't look particularly good in it, the same plump body, too round to show much of any curves, and no discernable waist. However, when she bent over to pick up the tossed rings that inevitably ended up on the floor, that v above her ample belly opened wide to show off a nicely packaged pair of well rounded and pushed up tits. I was pleasantly surprised.

Despite the fact that I was there, this is not a very liberal minded community. These are plain vanilla suburban white folks who copulate 2.3 times so they can have an average family in their average house with their average SUV's parked in their average garages. There's little or no promiscuity here, no sex magazines at the Quick-Shop, no strip joints, no escort services advertised in the phone book. Usually I would think there has to be some undercurrent of dark passion bubbling just below the surface of this proper facade, but for all the times I've been here I can't find even a hint of it. These people just seem to enjoy being asexual.

It seemed odd that Mrs. Minister would be trying to bust that code of behavior, especially when she's obvioulsy happily dedicated to her pious husband and would tear his career to shreds with even a hint of scandal. But there she was, pushing the limits of her black bra, exposing more cleavage than the rest of the group put together.

And this couldn't have been an accident. This blouse had no buttons higher than the one that formed the v somewhere below her nipple line. I had the feeling she had bought this outfit just for this special night, and she knew she would be bending down a lot to pick up those rings because I had overheard her saying that to her husband just a few days before.

And no one seemed to notice! I watched her for a good half hour, playing pocket pool and discretely rubbing my stiffening cock behind a wall of participants. No other men stopped to watch for more than a second, and there were no knowing glances, wry smiles or even mild blushing among them. No women buzzed about, hot with whispered gossip, nodding in her direction, talking behind her back as they would do in the city. All I could do was stand and watch and fantasize about her squeezing my shaft between those soft rounds of flesh, telling me how excited it made her to have my loins squoosh down on her puffing nipples, and then shooting a long thick stream of hot cum over her forehead and onto that frizzy hair then second spurting up her chin, across her open lips, onto the flat of her outstretched tonuge.

That never happened, nor did she hook my stare with an evil smile, or look quizzically at my near orgasmic face. She never enen tried to cover her cleavage as a discrete woman would, choosing instead to be oblivious to her maybe once in a lifetime sexhibition.

I'm still puzzled by her motive for such a display. She's not so dumb that she wouldn't know, but not so bold that she would be vying for attention in that way. Maybe you know of some average people out there, not the kind that would come to NN. Maybe you can explain what the minister's wife was trying to do. I don't understand it. I can only ask what was she thinking?