GITJ Post 326: A Saturday at Melissa's, p1 (11AM: Dr. J)

When I woke up again, finally, I found her gone.

In the early Saturday sunlight I stretched, arms out, toes curling, and groaned in utter relaxation. I was naked, and the morning sheets smelled nice, the pillows still soft. She’d opened the shades for me - it was a beautiful day - and set my phone and a glass of water by the bed. I needed both. Checking the time and my texts - only from her, a couple good morning kissy-face emojis - I took a few sips to refresh my parched mouth. It was then, turning to my right, that I’d noticed what else she’d left for me.

One of her bras was on the pillow aside me.

Yes, she’d brought me to climax with a handjob just a few hours earlier, but I’d woken with new morning wood which became harder and harder as I reached out to peel the sticky-note she’d left for me inside the right cup of this huge, pale pink brassiere. It, I recognized, was the one she’d worn to work on Friday, yesterday. I tended to notice these things, and figured it probably still smelled of her.

Trying my best to ignore my newest erection, I read her note: “Clothes in lawndry downstairs. And you may need this to snuggle with,”  it said, along with a lipstick mark. I groaned, and found that despite my intentions I’d already begun stroking my cock. Alone, in this beautiful woman’s bedroom surrounded by her soft white sheets, I placed my hand where the note had been, inside the right cup. This bra was not one of the Russian/Polish/whatever ‘superbras’ I know she’d been wearing, but a new one she’d treated herself to recently.

My palm glided smoothly, tentatively over the sleekly satin inner surface of the enormous bra cup, tracing the curves, appreciating the firm form foundation that served to keep her supported. It was massive, this bra, and made my hand look small. How enormous her breasts must be, to fill this, how utterly huge. My fingers, playing now with the thick strappy band, appreciating it needed five hooks to close, found the tag.  ‘Bali - Everyday - 38KK’ said the tag. I groaned again, started stroking faster, and suddenly collapsed onto it. My face fell into her bra, into her right cup, and I groaned again. Immediately I was assaulted by her magnificent perfume, imbedded in the bra cup’s interior surface by her workaday Friday spent wearing it. All it took was one deep breath and I felt myself explode in my hand, probably soiling her sheets but uncaring as I passed out again, right there, face down into her bra.

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