Free Web NovelChapter 38: A Moment With Mrs. Walbury
She simply stared at him, brows knitting together.
"...Squeeze them?" she repeated quietly.
David let out a slow breath.
"I know it sounds unreasonable. But I can’t exactly walk away with just a mental image." A small shrug. "I need to know what they feel like."
She didn’t answer right away.
Her eyes stayed fixed on him, the hesitation written plainly across her face. Inside, her thoughts kept turning over themselves.
’He just wants to know what they feel like... but this still feels wrong. It’s my body. My husband’s...’
"Mmm." She finally murmured. "You’re basically using my body. And it belongs to my husband."
David’s expression didn’t change.
"Nobody’s ever going to know," he said, almost casually. "And even if something did come out — it’d be my word against yours. So it’s not exactly dangerous."
He leaned back slightly, studying her face.
He wasn’t going to push any further. He’d made his case. Now he simply waited.
"So..." he asked. "What do you want to do?"
Silence.
Her gaze drifted away from him as she turned it over in her mind, weighing every outcome, every angle.
Then she looked back.
"How about..." she began carefully. "You just watch me squeeze them?"
David shook his head slowly.
"No." He held her gaze. "I need to know what they feel like. That’s the only way it’s worth anything." A beat. "Either that... or the video."
She went quiet again.
Her eyes closed briefly. A slow exhale.
David watched her without speaking.
Inside, though, his thoughts were running somewhere else entirely.
’Okay. She’s actually considering it.’
’She can’t even bring herself to walk away...’
’And the skill isn’t even active yet... hehe.’
Several seconds passed.
Then Mrs. Walbury opened her eyes.
"Okay," she said quietly. "But only on one condition."
She raised a single finger.
"One squeeze. Just one."
A faint smile crossed David’s face. freewebnoveℓ.com
"Three," he said.
"...and we have a deal."
She let out a grunt of quiet frustration and took a small step back.
"Fine. Come on, then." She looked away from him. "Just get it over with before it turns into something else."
Neither of them moved for a moment.
Then, almost under her breath: "I’ll go first. Hold on."
She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up and over her head, then folded it out of reflex before setting it aside — a small, oddly domestic gesture in the middle of everything.
She stood before him now in only her bra, her posture noticeably stiffer than before. Her arms lifted briefly, crossed over her chest, then fell again. She didn’t seem to know what to do with herself.
"Okay," she muttered, forcing composure into her voice. "Are you going to squeeze them or not?"
David hesitated.
Then he shook his head.
"That’s not really fair."
She blinked. "Huh?"
"I won’t actually know what they feel like like that."
"What do you mean?"
He didn’t look away. "I want you to take it all off."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Even the bra?"
"I already showed you mine," David replied with a small shrug. "Is that too much to ask?"
She said nothing.
The room settled into quiet again. She stood there, weighing it — the logic of it, the absurdity of it, the fact that somehow she was still standing here at all.
Then, finally, a slow reluctant nod.
"...Okay."
She drew a breath and raised both hands behind her back, fingers finding the clasp of her bra. A soft click, and the fabric went slack — and then it was off, dropping away from her chest entirely. freewebnσvel.cѳm
She didn’t look at him.
But David looked at her.
Her breasts were full and heavy, spilling free into the open air of the room, the soft pink of her areolas tightening slightly at the sudden exposure, her nipples already stiffening against the cool draft that moved through the space between them.
She kept her chin turned away, jaw set, arms hanging at her sides — refusing to fold them across herself again, as if doing so would be admitting too much.
Her cheeks were burning, the heat refusing to fade no matter how deliberately she tried to breathe through it. She stood there with her arms hovering uncertainly at her sides — not quite crossing them, not quite dropping them — her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that wasn’t quite steady anymore.
Her eyes found him, then slid away.
"Well...?" she murmured, the nervous impatience bleeding through despite herself. "What are you waiting for?"
She swallowed.
"...Squeeze them already."
For a single suspended moment, neither of them moved. The air between them sat thick and still.
Then—
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
The pounding hit like a thunderclap.
The doorknob seized and rattled — *click, click, click* — twisting hard against the lock, once, twice, refusing to give.
Then again.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Louder this time. Sharper. The kind of knocking that meant someone wasn’t leaving.
Then a voice cut right through the door.
"Hello? Mom? Mom, are you in there? I forgot my key inside! Can you open up already, I’m kind of stressed out right now."
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The color left Mrs. Walbury’s face in an instant.
Every muscle in her body locked.
Her hands shot up instinctively toward her chest as the blood drained from her expression, her eyes going wide — not with embarrassment anymore, but something colder and far more visceral.
’Oh shit.’
"Jenny...Jenny’s home."
"Where are your clothes?" she snapped, her voice barely above a hiss. "Where are your *damn* clothes?"
David was already moving.
He snatched his shirt from the floor and yanked it over his head in one motion, fingers fumbling with the hem before he got it straight. His jeans came next — one leg, then the other — and he hopped slightly as he pulled them up, all grace completely abandoned in favor of speed.
"Goddamn fucking bitch," he breathed through clenched teeth, barely audible, as he shoved his feet into his shoes without bothering to untie them. "Does she have to ruin every single thing? Every time?" He shook his head sharply. "I was *right there*. I was literally right there—"
A hand closed around his arm.
"David."
Mrs. Walbury’s grip was firm despite everything. Her voice had dropped — no longer panicked, just controlled in the way people get when panic has no other choice but to function.
"Back door. Through the kitchen." Her eyes were still wide but her jaw was set. "Go. Now."
"Right — yeah — okay—"
He changed direction without another word, moving fast through the narrow hallway toward the kitchen.
Behind him, the front door shuddered under another round of knocking.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Mom!" Jenny’s voice had shifted now — less confused, more impatient, the kind of impatience that came right before someone started checking under the doormat for a spare key. "Open the door already!"
As he arrived at the door, he opened it and turned to go, but something made him pause.
He wasn’t sure what it was — instinct, maybe, or just the feeling of being watched in a way that hadn’t shifted yet.
He glanced back.
Mrs. Walbury was still standing there.
Not moving toward the front door. Just... standing, her eyes settled on him with an expression he couldn’t quite name.
He opened his mouth.
"Umm...Is there something that I’m—"
Her hand moved before he could finish the thought.
It pressed flat against his chest — not grabbing, not pushing — just resting there, her palm open against his shirt. Then her fingers curled slowly, gathering a fistful of the fabric and holding it.
He didn’t move.
She looked up at him.
Then she leaned in.
It wasn’t rough or hurried. It was quiet — her lips finding his and pressing there, soft and deliberate, just long enough to mean something. He felt the slight give of it, the warmth, her fingers still twisted in his shirt.
Then she pulled back.
Her eyes met his one last time.
"Next gym session... we’ll finish up." she said softly. "Don’t be late."
David held her gaze for a moment.
Then he shook his head slowly. "Be there earlier."
She smiled at that — not the nervous, guilty expression he’d been watching all afternoon, but something else. Something quieter. Something that reached her eyes.
Then she let go of his shirt, stepped back, and closed the back door gently between them.
Click.
David stood alone in the open air, the night settling around him.
And just like that, suddenly tomorrow didn’t seem that far again.
