My name is Bob and I have a big cock. It isn't like I go waving it around everywhere, but when the time comes, the ladies seem to enjoy it.
I should also say that I love fucking married women. Nothing hotter than pushing my big cock into a cunt that is married, even hotter if she is married and fucking me behind her husband's back.
Cheating wives are the best, but I also like cheating wives with big tits. Oh, how I love big tits!
So, since I am a shallow human being, I often have to strike up conversations with women I find attractive by getting their attention. Got to start somewhere, right? How else will I ever be able to discover if the lady in question is married, cheats, etc.? The big tits come on is a no-brainer. I also like the ladies with big tits who are proud of their knockers and like the effect those tits have on men.
That said, let me tell you about an adventure I had on a beautiful summer's day about a year back.
I was driving through a local mall parking lot when I spotted her. Nice piece of ass, say about 5 ft 6, wearing a skirt that came above her knee, heels, and a somewhat tight white blouse that buttoned up the front.
Her tits were making the buttons work overtime to keep them inside the blouse. She was proud of those beauties because the top couple of buttons were undone, giving us all a great look as some impressive cleavage.
As I drove past her, I shouted, "you've got great tits."
I pulled alongside her. She saw that I had stopped and moved to the car. "Yes, yes I do. Thank you," was her surprise response.
My next line wasn't the most subtle, but it had worked in the past. "Why don't we go for a ride, I'm sure we can find a less public place to get to know each other better," I said?
"Are you talking to me, or them?" she asked, pushing out her chest. "I sort of have to go along with them."
"Fine with me," I said, "Now that I can take a further look, your tits are great, and you certainly do them justice."
She leaned on the side of the car and I got a great view of those luscious tits. Big! Probably DD, showing a lot of cleavage from her sharply pressed white blouse. I wasn't sure if she was just a hot housewife or a stripper. I'd pay the cover to see her in action.
To my surprise, she opened the door and slid into the seat.
I was a bit taken aback when she got into the car, so I somewhat stammered as I said, "Hello, gorgeous, I'm Bob. Glad to see you in real life, I have been dreaming about you for years."
A smile formed and she said, "Hello Bob, I'm Sharon, and I have been dealing with men like you for what seems like most of my life."
Who wouldn't smile with a line like that, and as I shook her hand my eyes immediately focused on her huge tits? She was proud of them and used to men like me coming on to her. I also noticed that on her left hand was a large engagement ring and the matching wedding band. Jackpot, I thought to myself. Married, in my car, and didn't shy away from the fact that her tits were what attracted me to her.
We drove off. The top was down, the sun shining and warm.
As I kept driving, I couldn't help glancing at this chick in my car. My mind was racing ahead, hoping that something would happen. I wanted to have her suck my cock at the very least, or hopefully find someplace where I could fuck her.
As I kept glancing, she fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. We drove, she glanced at me, I kept glancing at her tits and the hand that finally undid the button she had been fumbling with. Then another! She was teasing me, but I didn't care.
One more button and I could finally see that the bra she was wearing was sheer and lacy. The bra cupped the fullness of her tits and presented them beautifully.
She caught me looking. "You said you liked my tits. Do you want to see more?" she asked.
"Hell yeah," I said.
She unbuttoned the final few buttons until her blouse was completely open. She enjoyed teasing and I was enjoying being teased. My cock started to stir from arousal and anticipation.
The road was a bit curvy and my concentration wasn't on driving, When I ran off the shoulder and had to sharply steer back onto the road, she pulled the blouse closed and said, "We need to find someplace where we can stop. You are too distracted to drive."
"I know just the place," I said.
A few minutes later I pulled off Lake Shore boulevard onto a small road that years ago was the old zoo. Zoo road was aptly named because it was about 2 miles long and made a big loop through the old zoo grounds and had, over time, become a very unpopulated area.
I pulled into a flat area and stopped the car.
She looked over at me and said, "This is pretty remote, should I worry about you trying something?"
"Yes, you should," I smirked in response to her question.
"Then I guess I should have you drive me back to the mall," she said.
"What's the hurry? It's a nice day, the sun is warm. Let's stay a while and chat," I said.
"Well, if we are chatting, let me button this backup, to keep from distracting you," she said.
"No, what's the hurry. I love what you did earlier. Very exciting. You have a gorgeous set of tits," I said.
She slowly opened her blouse. "I was right," I said, 'you do have great tits." "Could I convince you to show me more?"
She slid the blouse off and threw it at me.
My dreams for the day had come true. Sitting across from me in the front seat of my car was a gorgeous married woman. Her blouse was now thrown into the back seat of the car, her full DD tits barely covered by a lacy sheer bra. The bra was sheer so her quarter-sized areolas were visible as were her hard nipples. The married lady was aroused.
All I could say was, "Beautiful, simply beautiful."
I was hoping that her hard nipples were a sign of her arousal and my response to her bold actions, coupled with my sexual banter. When you start off a conversation with a woman by talking about their tits, you can either get slapped or it might end with one, or both, of you coming.
Moments later she got up on her knees on the seat of the car. She leaned over and moved closer to me. Her tits were about to spill out of her bra, and I felt her tits being pushed into my face. Instinctively, I moved my hands up to cup her tits as she slightly pulled back from my face. The clasp for the bra was in the front, which I found with one of my hands. It quickly unclasped and the bra slipped open and slid off the fullness of her breasts.
My hands cupped her tits. They were full, round, and firm. Her hard nipples pressed against the palm of my hands. "More than a handful, even for my hands," I said. "I love big tits like yours."
She slid away and sat leaning back against the car door. "OK, you've seen them," she said, "let's head back to the mall."
"No, no, wait," I said as she reached for her bra. "Can't we just sit awhile? Tits like yours are something to admire and enjoy."
She put the bra down and said, "So, your plan is that I'm going to sit here with my tits out for you to 'admire and enjoy.'"
Boldness often works in times like these so I said, "Well, we could always fuck."
"Well, are you Mister confident?" she said. "Just because I got in your car after your rude remark and my teasing went a little further than I had planned, doesn't mean I'm going to fuck you."
