"Well, this oughta be interesting," Mitchell thought as he waited for Ruby to pick him up from work. He had finished with his last client of the day and had changed into 'date-appropriate' clothing, hoping that it was right for the occasion. Since he had no idea what the evening would entail, he could only guess at what to wear.
He had been anticipating their first date ever since she had come on to him and asked him out after their recent massage session. Truth be told, he felt a little anxious about the whole situation. Ruby was truly a force of nature and very outgoing. She didn't seem to have much of a filter and her impulse control might also be in question. At least that was the impression Mitchell got of her from the minimal contact they had had. He was, however, glad that she asked him out as he likely would never have summoned the courage to ask her himself. Plus, she was aware of all the details of his session with Cate, the one where he was treated to a surprise sexual encounter, the likes of which he had never before imagined even in his wildest dreams. Granted, he was not the most sexually experienced guy in the world but he'd had a few girlfriends who were reasonably adept at various aspects of lovemaking. But the thing with Cate was off the charts.
Ruby was wearing a sleeveless, gingham cowboy shirt that was knotted under her bust exposing a flat, toned midriff and a flouncy, black pleated skirt that was short enough to show off a substantial expanse of smooth, naked thigh above her red, calf-high cowboy boots. Mitchell could barely muster the ability to offer an intelligent greeting so stunned was he at the sight of the wet dream in the driver's seat. The checkered shirt was unbuttoned to the knot of fabric below her boobs and exposed a mile and a half of deliciously inviting cleavage. The bra she was wearing was stuffed to straining with her magnificent tits and presented the tops of those generous globes to his appreciative gaze. Her hair framed her face and her light makeup served only to enhance her natural beauty in an understated way.
"Hey, stud. How's it going?" asked Ruby, smiling at Mitchell as she leaned across to give him a soft peck on the cheek. She was tickled to see his eyes quickly roam over her body to peek at her toned legs and then her substantial breasts. She held her arms out to the sides of her body like the Rio de Janeiro statue of Jesus the Redeemer and asked, "So... whaddaya think?"
"Wow. What can I say? I mean, what's not to like? You're drop-dead gorgeous and I love this cowgirl thing you've got going on. All you need is the Stetson... and maybe a pony," Mitchell commented, as he took another long and more obvious look at his ravishing date for the evening.
"Ha. The hat's in the back seat. I don't like wearing it for too long. It makes my head sweat. As far as the horse goes, I'll tell you right now... that I do love to ride. I mean... 'cowgirl' isn't just a noun," Ruby chuckled, giving him an impish wink.
"So, are you ready for a fun evening? I've been looking forward to tonight and I hope you have been too." She patted his leg playfully and pulled away from the curb.
"Glad you like the outfit. Unfortunately, I had to wear a bra to corral these things and keep them in place for a while but I'll probably ditch it later to free up the double Ds. I'm not a fan of wearing boob-holders but the cleavage thing is cool though right? The push-up action makes me feel so bomb-shelly,"
With her hands at ten and two on the wheel she used her elbows and biceps to push her breasts together and they threatened to pop out of her top. She looked down at the deep valley she created then turned to her mesmerized passenger with a raised eyebrow and gave him a flirty smirk.
"Holy cow, bombshell is right," Mitchell mused. "She's built like a brick shithouse. What an amazing body. It's hard to believe I'm actually here with this goddess tonight."
"Well. you definitely should feel like a bombshell because that is exactly what you are. I couldn't think of a better word to describe how you look. Good gawd Ruby, you're going to give me a heart attack."
"Heheh. Thanks. That's sweet of you to say. Don't worry. You're in good hands. I know CPR if there is a cardiac event of any type tonight. You may not know it but I went to nursing school and finished with flying colours. It's actually my day job. You have nothing to worry about."
"So, where are we going? Since you seem to be in total control here I'm guessing you have the evening all planned out. Is there anything I need to prepare myself for?" Mitchell asked while he checked out the rippling of her cleavage as the old Jeep, with its terrible stiff suspension, bounced over potholes. The tops of her breasts jiggled like Jell-O and he was grateful that the street maintenance in this town was pretty much non-existent. The road they were currently on was so deeply pockmarked it resembled the aftermath of a heavy mortar barrage and caused the vehicle to jar violently whenever it bounced over one of its many craters.
"Yeah, I hope you're okay with me calling the shots. I thought I would take the 'first-date pressure' off you since I was the one who asked you out. It made sense to me that I took the reins tonight. But no, there's nothing you need to prepare for. I thought we'd go dancing first, then get a little bite to eat and see where the evening takes us. Sound all right to you?"
"Dancing? Wow. Uh... sure... okay. I have to tell you in advance that I'm not really much of a dancer. I hope I don't embarrass you. Or worse yet, step on your feet. Actually, I suppose I can do both of those things at the same time," Mitchell joked. "But hey, what the hell, let's see what happens."
"You probably won't be able to step on my feet because... are you ready? Believe it or not, we are going for line dancing lessons. But don't panic, I've never done it before either so we'll both be starting at square one. I've always wanted to give it a try and I'm pretty sure my burlesque background will be of little or no use," she laughed, turning to look at her passenger, who appeared to be just a little nervous. "We'll stumble through it together. It'll be fun. Whaddaya think?"
"Well, it will be a novel experience for sure but I'm game. I mean what's the worst that could happen? If nothing else we'll have some interesting dinner conversation reliving how everyone thought it was fun to point and laugh at the poor stumbling newbs."
"Heheh. I don't think it's going to be that bad. Cate and Tom did it and recommended we give it a whirl. She said it's not as difficult as you think and they had a good time. We'll just stay for the first hour and then head out to eat after," Ruby said. "I'm sure we'll have worked up a bit of an appetite by then."
"Okay. You're the boss. Let's go kick up our heels I guess," Mitchell laughed.
The line-dancing idea indeed proved to be tons of fun for both of them. They laughed at, and with, each other as they struggled to keep up with the choreography, especially the faster songs. Ruby, being a dancer fared much better than Mitchell but she purposely flubbed a few of the steps to make him feel better about his efforts. All in all, it was an entertaining experience. Mitchell was treated to the vision of Ruby's chest in constant motion. The exposed tops of her substantial breasts jostled, rippled and jerked enticingly the entire time and her curvy back end shook and swayed seductively as well. When she did a fast spin her tiny skirt flared out and momentarily threatened to expose whatever was under the garment. It was truly a feast for the eyes of her date and virtually every other man who was there.
When it was over and they were back in the car, Ruby leaned forward and said, "Just gimme a sec and we'll get going. I gotta get rid of this fucking thing. I was only wearing it so my tits didn't flop around uncontrollably when we were dancing."
She reached under her top behind her back, unhooked her bra and then did the trick all men loved to witness and thought to be magic. She slipped the straps down her arms, did some abracadabra hocus pocus and pulled the bra out from one of her sleeve holes. Mitchell watched in awe as her magnificent tits were set free under her shirt and dropped onto her chest. She tossed the bra nonchalantly over her shoulder onto the back seat and let out a loud, gratified sigh.
"Yay! Finally! Fuck, that's better! Good gawd I hate those things."
She gave her shoulders a shake which caused her massive melons to shift from side to side like water balloons and then massaged them through her shirt for a few moments. Her nipples dented the fabric as her hands squashed and rubbed her boobs.
"Had I not had that thing on though, someone could have been injured during some of those dances. My tits are too big and heavy and if left... um... unrestrained... have a real tendency to move with a life of their own. Plus, gravity has a very pronounced effect on them because of their bulk. Well, now that that's off, if I lost a measly two hands of strip poker I'd be completely naked if you don't count the boots.
"Do you remember giving one of these gals a squeeze after the massage? I hope you like big, hanging boobs, 'cause if you're looking for perky, these ain't them," she said laughing. "These babies are fleshy and soft and weigh a ton. And I have to admit... I love 'em. Wanna give one a feel?"
