"Yeah, sure ... no, here everything is fine. When do you arrive? ... Okay ... "
Lisa turned to Milena, lying at her side, and with her hand covering the phone, she whispered: "It’s Gunther: he says he’s coming on Tuesday!" Then she went on.
"Whatever you want, my dear ...you know I’m not too much into such things... Okay, bye... bye... "
In late September, Lisa and Milena were enjoying, by the poolside, the last days of that wonderful and amazing summer. They were lying on the sunbeds, side by side, magnificent in their abundance of forms and totally relaxed.
"He says that today they published on the website a preview picture: the one in which you are dressed as a maitresse, taken from the back with legs apart and the chest slightly turned."
"And…?"
"In ten minutes they received seven hundred twenty-seven mail: then, in half an hour, everything was blocked. Now they are upgrading the server: as soon as they will fix it, he’s going to forward us everything, so we’ll have an idea of the impact you've had on the web.
"Milena couldn’t contain a smile of contentment.
"So they liked it?"
"To like is not the correct term, but as our German friend was saying, you have the gift of synthesis: you literally split."
"Wow!"
"And they published a picture that I would define really moderate; you can’t even see the nipples in it! I would say that this event deserves at least a toast. Luis! " Lisa called in a loud voice the boy, intent on cleaning the patio.
"Bring a bottle and two glasses. An ice bottle, please. "
If this had happened a year before, if someone had such a trimph on the internet at her expense, Lisa would have been in a bad mood for days: thinking about it, now she was completely surprised of her reaction. She was happy, very happy indeed: and her happiness grew seeing the sincere smile on Milena’s lips.
The days of Potsdam had become only a memory for good, so far in time and space. The project related to the testing of therapies had been abandoned after the occurrence of an unusual episode: Dr. Bohm was found by an assistant, on a Monday morning, lashed to the laboratory bench, he was completely naked, silenced by a device similar to horse’s bit, and he showed signs of torture on his body. Once he recovered from the shock, the doctor declared he had found some men, probably thieves, in the laboratory, and to have been immobilized by them. None leaned obviously complaint and no one wanted to deepen the matter: a few days later the laboratory was dismantled. Gunther himself, when he heard of the fact, asked no questions: Lisa’s glance was enough to understand that it had to be that way.
Luis arrived by the poolside, an ice bowl with a champagne bottle in one hand and glasses in the other one. He put everything on the table and silently walked away.
"Here," - said Lisa, "a toast to the future success of our new business partner!"
"To us, Lisa ..."
They clink their glasses, and happily drank the cold wine, lying side by side. You could read in their smiling eyes the deep complicity that was joining them.
"You know," - said Milena – this afternoon my sister arrives, with the little boy ... "
"Ha ha. I swear, I can’t wait to see him. Sure, you’ll have to start to act as a mom... "
"Yeah ..."
"... Breastfeeding ..."
"Exactly ..."
"... And maybe we'll have a little less time for us ..."
"I think I still have milk for a colony of children, for that matter."
She moved the immense cup of her bikini, showing an extraordinary big nipple: Then, squeezing it between her fingers, she made a spurt that ended down into the pool. Lisa smiled.
"You know that you can’t make a gesture like that without paying the consequences ..." Milena smiled.
"Of course I know; otherwise I wouldn’t have done it." She definitely took off the bikini, stood up and held out her hands to the other girl, still lying on the sunbed.
"Come on, we have the whole morning just for us."
Lisa hesitated: she was enjoying that brief moment of excitement, a slight tingling in the legs and the sight of Milena above her. She was admiring her body, her superhuman body, as Dr. Bohm said that day: the huge breasts swollen from the stretched skin and the silky appearance, the blue veins that ran through it, those huge meaty areolae, with the erect nipples in the center. Their abundance, their consistency, so soft and warm, the noise they made, banging against each other when they made love. Everything was there, in front of her and for her.
How this was possible, it was not known. Really, it was probably the inscrutable will of a deity. Eros, son of the case, perhaps.
Lisa stood up, clasped Milena at her hips and pulled her to herself, squeezing her breasts between them, closed her eyes and kissed her deeply. They walked, hugged each other, up the stairs to the cool darkness of their bedroom.
Lisa turned to Milena, lying at her side, and with her hand covering the phone, she whispered: "It’s Gunther: he says he’s coming on Tuesday!" Then she went on.
"Whatever you want, my dear ...you know I’m not too much into such things... Okay, bye... bye... "
In late September, Lisa and Milena were enjoying, by the poolside, the last days of that wonderful and amazing summer. They were lying on the sunbeds, side by side, magnificent in their abundance of forms and totally relaxed.
"He says that today they published on the website a preview picture: the one in which you are dressed as a maitresse, taken from the back with legs apart and the chest slightly turned."
"And…?"
"In ten minutes they received seven hundred twenty-seven mail: then, in half an hour, everything was blocked. Now they are upgrading the server: as soon as they will fix it, he’s going to forward us everything, so we’ll have an idea of the impact you've had on the web.
"Milena couldn’t contain a smile of contentment.
"So they liked it?"
"To like is not the correct term, but as our German friend was saying, you have the gift of synthesis: you literally split."
"Wow!"
"And they published a picture that I would define really moderate; you can’t even see the nipples in it! I would say that this event deserves at least a toast. Luis! " Lisa called in a loud voice the boy, intent on cleaning the patio.
"Bring a bottle and two glasses. An ice bottle, please. "
If this had happened a year before, if someone had such a trimph on the internet at her expense, Lisa would have been in a bad mood for days: thinking about it, now she was completely surprised of her reaction. She was happy, very happy indeed: and her happiness grew seeing the sincere smile on Milena’s lips.
The days of Potsdam had become only a memory for good, so far in time and space. The project related to the testing of therapies had been abandoned after the occurrence of an unusual episode: Dr. Bohm was found by an assistant, on a Monday morning, lashed to the laboratory bench, he was completely naked, silenced by a device similar to horse’s bit, and he showed signs of torture on his body. Once he recovered from the shock, the doctor declared he had found some men, probably thieves, in the laboratory, and to have been immobilized by them. None leaned obviously complaint and no one wanted to deepen the matter: a few days later the laboratory was dismantled. Gunther himself, when he heard of the fact, asked no questions: Lisa’s glance was enough to understand that it had to be that way.
Luis arrived by the poolside, an ice bowl with a champagne bottle in one hand and glasses in the other one. He put everything on the table and silently walked away.
"Here," - said Lisa, "a toast to the future success of our new business partner!"
"To us, Lisa ..."
They clink their glasses, and happily drank the cold wine, lying side by side. You could read in their smiling eyes the deep complicity that was joining them.
"You know," - said Milena – this afternoon my sister arrives, with the little boy ... "
"Ha ha. I swear, I can’t wait to see him. Sure, you’ll have to start to act as a mom... "
"Yeah ..."
"... Breastfeeding ..."
"Exactly ..."
"... And maybe we'll have a little less time for us ..."
"I think I still have milk for a colony of children, for that matter."
She moved the immense cup of her bikini, showing an extraordinary big nipple: Then, squeezing it between her fingers, she made a spurt that ended down into the pool. Lisa smiled.
"You know that you can’t make a gesture like that without paying the consequences ..." Milena smiled.
"Of course I know; otherwise I wouldn’t have done it." She definitely took off the bikini, stood up and held out her hands to the other girl, still lying on the sunbed.
"Come on, we have the whole morning just for us."
Lisa hesitated: she was enjoying that brief moment of excitement, a slight tingling in the legs and the sight of Milena above her. She was admiring her body, her superhuman body, as Dr. Bohm said that day: the huge breasts swollen from the stretched skin and the silky appearance, the blue veins that ran through it, those huge meaty areolae, with the erect nipples in the center. Their abundance, their consistency, so soft and warm, the noise they made, banging against each other when they made love. Everything was there, in front of her and for her.
How this was possible, it was not known. Really, it was probably the inscrutable will of a deity. Eros, son of the case, perhaps.
Lisa stood up, clasped Milena at her hips and pulled her to herself, squeezing her breasts between them, closed her eyes and kissed her deeply. They walked, hugged each other, up the stairs to the cool darkness of their bedroom.
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