[Saddledrifter]

When I first got out of college, I was a computer programmer. I was assigned a "Keypunch Girl" to key my programs on punched cards (it was 3rd Generation equipment). I must say that this girl was a looker from the get-go. However, aside from her beautiful face, she had boobs that sat higher on her chest than any girl I had ever seen. All the programmers had noticed it, and most all said that she was wearing falsies. I said that I didn't think so. They all laughed and said that we would never know. Eventually, we had a party at some apartments with a pool. Everyone was there in their swimsuits. She had a very small bikini on that afternoon, and I studied her well. It was my learned opinion that her boobs were real. As the afternoon turned to evening, everyone changed out of their suit before heading home. This was the early 70's, and most girls didn't wear bras when dressing casually. She was no exception. I could detect pokies under that blouse. Few people were still at the party when I saw my "proof." That following Monday at the office, the conversation turned to her and her bikini. I then said that I had proof that she was real. Everyone laughed when I mentioned the pokies. I was told I was dreaming.

I made seeking the real proof my major mission. We were both married, but I felt that I might have a chance to have a little affair on the side with her. So one day I asked her if she would like to have a drink at a bar after work. She readily agreed. We went to a nearby bar and had a couple of drinks. We were in a back dark corner of the bar sitting side by side in a booth. Pretty soon we were in a very hot make-out session. Fairly rapidly, I had her blouse unbuttoned and her bra unfastened. She was hot as hell and breathing heavily. I found out immediately that her boobs were very definitely for real. I then went for the gusto and started fingering her. She was ready for everything. And shortly she was moaning and climaxing from the rigorous finger fuck. But some patrons were a little jealous of all the vocal sounds she was emitting. One even said, "Get a room." With that she said, "Let's go." She buttoned up, and we headed out. I had gotten the whiff and was not about to stop the process at this stage. I said, "Let's head over to my car in the parking lot." She agreed. Once in the car, we headed into the backseat and had wild, unadulterated sex. I buried my head and face into those magnificent high set boobies. I could have munched on those all night. However, her soft, wet pulsating pussy also demanded attention. We screwed for close to 30 minutes. Eventually, we agreed that we needed to get home to our spouses, but we promised to get together again and as much as possible in the future. The next day at the office I had the proof. Nobody laughed this time. I only heard comments like, "You devil, you!" and "You the man!" It was the beginning of a great 6-month affair.