Where Julie was tall, slender, and had jet black hair, Tina was shorter, stockier, and was a bottle blond. Both were attractive, Julie in a wholesome, girl next door kind of way, and Tina in a way of the world, rode hard and put up wet kind of way. Julie oozed sensuality, Tina dripped sex.
And, Tina was a size queen.
She was always on the look out for a BBD, bigger better dick. She had bedded almost every guy in the bar and on the job sites in the five months I had known her. The exception was me and I had my reasons.
Her current flame was 8" long and 1&1/2 thick.
We all knew this because when she had a few she would describe it in detail. But, she was always on the lookout for an upgrade.
Now she was suddenly looking at me in a whole new way.
Before we go any farther I need to explain what was going on.
It was the mid nineties and there was a housing boom in progress. I had moved from my home in Maryland to Charlotte, N.C. for a better job and a new start. I had been there 5 five months, had a good job, and had made some friends. We were all in construction and haunted the same bar. The owner was sitting on a gold mine because he would cash the paychecks. Many were young and didn't have a bank account. He got them in the bar, cashed their checks [for a small fee, of course]
and managed to get his hands on a portion of the money. everybody was happy with the results.
That particular Friday night Julie, Tina, and Sandy, were running up and down the bar with tape measures. They were having all the guys extend their thumb and fore finger out and far as possible and measure from tip to tip.
Julie measured me. Like I said, I'm a big guy.
"What's going on with this?"
I asked after letting her measure me.
She turned bright red.
"Well, you know, it's supposed to be equal to your size."
I knew what she meant but I had a few beers in me and wanted to make her squirm.
"The size of what?"
