I've forgotten to tell you what Helen looks like. She's a bit older than me, but I still find her very attractive - blonde half-long hair, well-dressed, great body including - yes, unusually big breasts. I wonder if they're real?
Anyway, we had this meeting one day. Helen talked and laughed a lot
as usual and, every now and then, cupped her hand over her mouth,
barked once in that beautiful hand, then removed it. At one point,
she repeated it three times in sequence - hand up, coughed, hand
down. Hand up a few seconds later, coughed, hand down. Hand up
again, coughed, hand down. She always made one hard barking,
never three in sequence, so to speak, regardless of the interval
between the barkings. One younger woman must also have noticed
her sharp, loud barking sound because she asked "are you coughing
a lung up?".
After the meeting, Helen sat down in my room to discuss my
project plan, and I looked forward to hear her coughings, and
she didn't disappoint me. I noticed another detail now. Different
women have different ways of putting a cupped hand for their mouths
(supposed that they use the cupped-hand style at all, of course).
The angle of the hand varies from person to person, whether she
coughs over her fingers or in the palm can also be different.
Helen put her hand almost perfectly horizontally and coughed in
her palm, and I found this combination both unusual and beautiful.
I also noticed that the hand always placed in the position
before the barking was heard.
She never made any triple now, just one double and some singles.
Just as she was about to leave, her sharp eyes noticed that I
couldn't keep my eyes from her breasts, because she gave me a
sort of teasing smile before leaving. Just after she had left,
she made an unusually dark and sharp barking so I almost thought
it would hurt.
Later on, I was on my way to the coffee machine when Helen was there.
She was programming the machine for cappucino with the left hand and
trying to get a plastic cup from a newly opened pack with the right.
And, at the same time she felt the urge to cough. She barked right out.
After another two seconds, a new bark. She obviously got stressed
by coughing right out in front of another person, so she pressed
some wrong buttons on the machine and had to start over again, and
it became difficult to get that cup out with one hand. She kept
barking with two-three seconds between each. As a gentleman, as decided
to give her a hand, so I... whispered "let me help you" in her ear
and cupped my hand one or two inches from her mouth and felt her
hard barkings in my palm. After having got six or seven barkings
in my hand, it stopped and she laughed loudly, as she always did.
"Oh ,thank you!!", she laughed, turned around and coughed
two very loud barkings right out.
- Your cough sounds so... doesn't it hurt?, I smiled
- Not really, she smiled shortly.
I glanced at her breasts again.
- Are... I must ask, are those REAL?, I whispered.
Helen took my hand and placed right on the right one. It was real.
Maybe her bra lifted them up a bit, but not much. She barked again.
Barked again. And again. And again. And again. In my face. It was
incredibly exciting. I put a hand on her chest and one on her
back when I saw she was about to bark again. Her body vibrated
between my hands at each hack. I was breathing heavily and
she could feel my hunger.
She whispered she had some champagne in her fridge and
soon, we were on our way in her red BMW cab. Her car, her
manager's role, her way of clothing, her exclusive flat
(it turned out to be), everything gave me the feeling that
they were her toys which made her life. And I was another toy
of hers, I realized, but I was too hot myself to bother.
After lots (and I mean lots) of genuine, sparkling wine from
the district of Champagne in France, we basically ripped off
each other's clothes off and it wasn't until long after that
I realized that she hadn't barked since we got into that
cab...