Hugs Trio

It really is the truth.

Can you doubt it?

I am going to slip the lines now, into the more sensual.

Some people might say that it's just because I'm a bastard.

I'd say that it's because I'm...honest.

I'm going to start off with Anna, a real sweetheart, and a remarkably sexy woman.

Anna also had a remarkable figure, and I'll remember how closely she pressed to me...and how damn good she felt. Soaking into me, feeling one another's warmth, hungering to be closer. The raging chemistry, both of us seeking closeness until we were within one another's skins. Her belly against me, her firm, rounded breasts hard pressed to pancakes against my chest.

And that fully dressed.

Before a hundred eyes.

Again, damn, did Anna feel good in my arms.

**

Then there was Becky, who was a little more...unanticipated.

As well as confusing.

Becky was a friend of a friend.

A longtime divorcee a few years older than I, the three of us often spent evenings watching TV. And because I give hugs fairly freely, especially to people that I like, I would offer Becky a hug at the end of the evening.

They quickly became...addictive.

Now, Becky was taller than my average hugging partner, and I'd say that she was moderately full busted. Slightly larger than average.

But Becky, quiet, good, respectable Worship service organizer Becky, immediately made those nighttime hugs an adventure.

For Becky...hugged with her breasts.

The first time that I hugged her, I thought it was an accident.

The second time, I thought it an innocent gift, how her breasts were pressed so into my chest. An incidental gift, to be savored and appreciated. An idiosyncracy of this particular woman.

Then I glanced to where Becky was standing by the door, saying her last good-nights.

And my eyes widened, to see her nipples standing hard through her blouse.

I didn't mention this to our mutual friend.

I simply made a point of hugging Becky whenever appropriate.

And after that first notice, I always hazarded a glance upon parting.

Always to find Becky's response confirming my original observation. Always.

The, one day, it happened.

I don't know what was different.

Perhaps she wasn't wearing a bra, or perhaps it was an exceptionally sheer, silken variety.

But when Becky hugged me, I felt the immediate warmth, even the graceful curve of her breasts pancaked against me.

I'm afraid that my eyes flew open in surprise.

My, were these nice breasts.

**

Then we come to Linda, yet another Linda. A longtime friend, that I have always, from the moment that I met her, found to be...remarkably sexy and attractive. Lithe and athletic, with soft, blond hair and a passionate soul, it was always clear to me that she would be a remarkable lover. Unfortunately, her interests remained elsewhere.

I still remember the day. It was an afternoon that I visited, and we sat and talked in her living room for long, pleasant hours. It was time for me to leave, and we slowly worked our way out to the back door, chatting.

In the middle of the kitchen we paused, and looked at one another, Linda and I. I put out my hand, and gently tugged her into my arms. I was a bit surprised at how freely she came, and how she stretched her lslender figure on tiptoes into the warmth of my chest. Linda felt good there, she did, her lean, athletic figure, and I savored every moment of that deeply attractive woman. Indeed, I finally couldn't resist, and slipped a hand down to caress that lovely rump that I had so long admired.

Barely had I touched said goal though, when Linda broke the embrace, pushing away from me with a not so sharp, "No copping a feel!"

I was so startled, mentally examining what I considered an incongruous term (a backside, however nice, is not where I consider "copping" territory) that I unwisely didn't look at Linda, or closely consider her reaction.

After all, she hadn't pushed away that hard, or violently at all.

And I suppose I'll always wonder if there was a sparkle in her bright blue eyes.

Ah, hugs.