[merritstone]

Nikki Next Door

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Maybe it was staring into the shoulder blades of the guy in front of her at the bank. Maybe it was being boxed between two amazons (who probably weren’t more than 5’7”) fixing their makeup in the library’s bathroom. Maybe it was the slightly condescending smile the clerk- a pretty Latino girl who could not have been a day past 16- gave as she helped Judy get the 2 liter of Sprite off the top shelf. Maybe it was just how big and heavy the soda felt in her hands as she hefted it into the shopping cart, or the way the cart was so awkward that she needed to push against it with her whole body to get it rolling. Maybe was the way the shopping cart’s handle bumped against her breasts instead of being down by her hips.

Take any one of those reasons, or any of fifty more, but by the time she finally pulled into her driveway Judy wanted- no, needed- to feel tall again, or at least taller. Taller than somebody. Anybody.

Luckily she knew just the person. Mark was going to be late. That thing did not go as well as he had hoped, and the whole office was jumping, trying to make the most of it. Sad for him, but that left Judy a little time to be selfish and petty. Plenty of time to visit with ‘The Rack’.

Her real was name, Nicollet Rachmaninoff, but everyone called her Nikki. It was Judy’s husband that added, ‘the Rack’ as an unofficial surname. Crude, but Judy had to admit, descriptive.

Nikki the Rack was beautiful there was no denying that. Dark haired, olive skinned with high, wide cheekbones and a perfect complexion. Giant eyes, so dark brown as to be nearly black. She obviously had bloodlines tied to the old word. Greek, Italian, something like that. Gypsy Princess was the first thought whenever Judy laid eyes on her.

No, that’s not true. It was the third.

Nikki was in possession of two very distinctive physical characteristics that pushed to the forefront. They surged forward and overflowed the viewer’s mind. The first was her… height. Nikki was tiny, though she would never be mistaken for a child. Slender with a narrow waist that flared into wide womanly hips, Nikki couldn’t of stood more than 4’9”. Although, as already noted, Judy was not the best of estimators. From her previous elevation everyone was merely short, or at least shorter than her. Still, Nikki was probably the shortest person Judy had ever known, so that had to count for something.

The second was her breasts. Nikki’s boobs had once caused the mailman to face-plant onto Judy’s driveway.

Having come from Nikki’ house, he was in the process of delivering Judy’s mail. There was something to sign, so Judy was chatting with him about nothing while she did so. It was at this point that Nikki stepped outside dressed in yoga pants and a powder blue tank top. She had obviously been working out and she was flush from excitement, sweaty (but in that sexy way only a few infuriating women ever manage to pull off), and her large nipples erect under the thin top. Amazingly she appeared to be braless. Amazing because breasts that big were not supposed to be so damn perky without a masterwork of industrial engineering, but there they were. Bouncing and bobbing and shockingly natural looking, despite their immense size and afore mentioned perkiness.

It was at that moment that Nikki noticed Judy standing on her porch and gave an exuberant wave. The wave and its astounding after-shocks proved to be entirely too much for the mail carrier. He proceeded to walk off the porch, left foot entirely missing the steps causing a spectacular fall. Luckily he was unhurt, and the two women rushed to his aid.

As they saw him wander away befuddled, Nikki looked up at Judy, “I can’t get over how tall you are.” There was more than a little wonder in her voice. Judy’s reply was joking, but true.

“I can’t get over your boobs.”

Nikki gasped as though shocked and then winked because she wasn’t. “Neither can the mailman.”

Both women laughed as their friendship deepened slightly.

Their houses were only the width of a driveway apart. They had enough yard, but it was all front-to-back with almost no side-to-side. Judy had a flight of stairs on the east face of her home. Right at the junction where they turned 90 degrees to become the upstairs hallway there was a large window. She left it open in the summer to increase airflow but Judy hardly paid it any mind… until one early fall evening last year.

Judy had been walking down stairs after brushing her teeth to see if Mark was going to be much longer. It was the sight out her window that dragged her to a halt. A dull light gleamed next door and there was a distinctive flicker of movement. Across the narrow driveway Nikki’s house also had a window, but hers opened to her bedroom. Inside she had just pulled her t-shirt over her head exposing her absolutely, mind bogglingly, beautiful breasts.

They were so big that they should’ve drooped, but they didn’t. Neither did they float unrealistically like the proud products of a plastic surgeon. Judy somehow knew at a glance that these twin miracles of nature were exactly what she had always assumed… all natural. But how? Nikki’s boobs were so wonderfully large and perky they should’ve been a bit comical, like the drawings of a talented teenage boy. Despite Nikki’s cartoon-ish proportions, Judy didn’t feel like laughing. She had an entirely other, almost slippery, sensation slowly growing in her loins.

Even more amazing were her nipples. Anyone who had ever seen Nikki on a cold day knew she had large nipples. It made a kind of sense, breasts that big would naturally have large nipples. However, uncovered as they were Jude now had a clear view of the top-heavy girl’s areolas, which were a bit on the small side. These undersized pinkish disks made Nikki’s already large breasts seem even bigger by contrast. Almost like an optical illusion of forced perspective.

“I am so glad I caught you doing this and not the other way around.”

Judy jumped at the voice, and at 6’5” even a little jump is a lot of movement. Mark come up the stairs and found her looking at Nikki’s naked breasts.

Nikki was now performing a series of dancer-like stretches wearing only a pair of panties that all but disappeared between her luscious butt cheeks. The dull glow of her room lit her swaying and bouncing form as romantically and erotically as any candlelight. The couple both knew they should look elsewhere, but neither of them did.

“Wow, looks to be quite the show this evening,” Mark chuckled. “Should I make popcorn?”

Jude positioned herself behind her shorter husband, wrapping her long arms around him. Judy had been easily tall enough to see over Mark’s head. She squeezed a little – a display of strength. She wondered if he could feel just how hard her nipples were as they pressed into his back. What would he make of that?

“How often have you watched this particular ‘show’?” she mock-growled.

“A few times, but for modesty’s sake I try to move on quickly. That girl needs to invest in some curtains.”

“And why didn’t you tell me?”

Mark smiled, from her position she couldn’t see it but she knew him too well. “Sure… ‘Hey, honey. I’m upstairs, staring at the neighbor’s tits! They’re amazing! You should really see this’,” he paused. “No, thank you.”

He turned in her arms and looked up at her, “And why am I getting the third-degree. I caught you staring at another woman. So fess up, you think she’s prettier than me don’t you!” Mark had tried to act fierce and hurt but he couldn’t pull off the delivery. Too much of his good humor slipped through.

“As long as she doesn’t have one of these,” Judy grabbed Mark’s cock through his pants making him gasp, “you’ve got nothing to worry about.” She can’t say she was surprised to find him already more than half hard.

In an example of perfect universal alignment, Nikki finished stretching and whisked her underwear down her thighs revealing a dark, well groomed bush… but no cock. Mark was safe… sort of.

As Nikki’s light flicked out, Judy looked down at her lover with smoldering eyes. “Come on to bed, lover, my tits might not be as big but at least you’ll get your exercise climbing up to reach them.”

“Hey! I am not that short,” Mark complained but unquestioningly followed his Amazon wife to the bedroom.

“You’re not that tall,” She had responded the words bringing her back to present situation.

“And now, neither am I.”

With that said Judy got up and marched her 5’2” body over to pay a visit on her even shorter neighbor. She was the only person left that could make Jude feel tall again, even if only a little, and only for tonight. If she waited until tomorrow it might be too late.