The Photographer's Wife

“Can you believe this line?” Ashley asked as she checked out the busty blonde ahead of her.

“Seriously, all this wait for a caramel macchiato,” the blonde agreed. She couldn’t help but admire Ashley’s long legs and huge tits. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.

“Right? If I could make a proper one at home, I wouldn’t even be here,” said Ashley.

Lilly noticed Ashley glancing at her cleavage again, but didn’t mention it. They made small talk over the din of the espresso machines and other patrons. Finally, it was her turn to order.

“Grande non-fat caramel macchiato, please,” Lilly told the twenty-something cashier.

“Your name?” he asked her chest.

“Lilly,” she barely got her name out before the woman behind her chimed in.

“Make it two,” she said, “for Ashley.” She waved her credit card past Lilly and casually let her breasts press against the blonde’s back as she held her card to the chip reader.

Ashley giggled as they moved to the pick-up counter. “Sorry for bumping into you.”

Lilly blushed. “It’s okay. Thanks for the coffee,” she said as they stepped away from the counter.

“I have to tell you, you’re totally my husband’s type,” Ashley said, making no pretense about checking out Lilly’s big tits.

“Oh really? I’m guessing he’s a boob man?” Lilly asked, noting that Ashley had taken more than one look.

“Aren’t they all?” Ashley laughed. “But your legs are great too, and he likes blondes.”

“Are you hitting...