Non Fiction - Story attached...

First a hearty "farewell" and THX to Black Shogun. I liked your stories very much.

I'm a bit sorry that so many ckikans here are so much concerned with giving "it" up. Practising for almost a year now gave my life new sensations. I feel it has grown richer since my heart begins to beat as soon as I see a crowd or a pretty woman that might be a target for touching. I also see the danger this can grow to an addiction and being such - dominate one's life. But as my life is very fulfilled with my work, family and 'normal' sex I think chikan will stay for me something to break through now and then, kinda therapy against boredom and ennui. It is also important to me because I love to improve and learn on things ;-).

This one might be a bit off-topic as far as I groped somebody who isn't a stranger but a very close connection to my family: our cleaning woman. She is mid-40, a very strong woman - but far from being chubby or fat. She's got three children and that leaves traces on almost each mother. She is dirty blond, short hair and she has a "wonderfull" big set of breasts.

But not to big. What stroke me since she began her service to us five years ago that I could'nt stand anywhere in our house for a couple of minutes without her crouching in front or near me, having something to do and this way showing her wonderfull boobs to me. She alway wears loose shirts and tees so that each week she visits I have a wonderfull downblouse-show watching her bra-pressed large tits minute after minute. She is a total hard-on guarantee. I am very excited when she is in the house.

I thought to myself that it couldn't be by chance that she is such a shower. As you can imagine I'm always very nice to her and listen a lot to what she chats about. Early this year I decided something had to happen. I was to go for a feel of her tits. So I took advantage that she is very fond of my little son, hugging and fooling around with him at every opportunity.

So I took my little fella on my arms went close to her and - bingo ! She began instanteously hugging him, pressing her marvellus soft and warm chest against my arms and the back of my right hand. At that time I was pretty shure she did it on purpose - to let me feel them. She is such a nicey... . I could't resist and turn my right hand taking the whole weight of son with my left arm --- and it worked -- she pressed her tits right into my open hand. I was in heaven - it felt great, still remember today the way her tist and the texture of her bra felt.

For a few seconds I think we enjoyed it both. My wife being away I went for more --- I began really working on her tits, grabbing, pushing, kneading them. But that pushed it over the top she left our close position. We were both were very upset afterwards. She rejected my wish to kiss her. She said she wanted no problems and that she was a afraid this could lead into an impossible relationship.

She did not understand that I wasn't in for a relationship - that I am just dieing to fondle her body. Now she hugs me now and than and gives me kisses on the cheek, embraces me when my wife isn't in the house. We are quite hearty with each other. Last week I she showed me something in my room. I kissed her neck and felt her tits. "Let's get cozy a bit ?" "I am NOT your teddybear !" But she embraced me again...

I don't know how this will go on. Perhaps I should excuse and promise I wont touch her again ? But I never will loose this raging hardon as soon as I see or smell her. Life can be so complicated... lol !

Feather

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