Sarah and I are sitting on my bed, watching TV and talking. It's a warm summer's day so we decided in order to stay cool we'd have some beers. On each of our 3rd, Sarah starts getting a little goofy. She does the one thing that I think she subconsciously knows I like and pushes the beer bottle down her low cut shirt and into her cleavage. Her big tits which are pushed tightly together as a result of the smaller size bra she wears, helps keep the beer bottle in place as she texts. I look over and laugh at her doing it again as her lips just ever so slightly fondle the mouth of the bottle. She laughs too as she continues to text.
Placing my bottle to rest near my crotch, I jokingly reach over and grab the neck of the bottle and give it a slight yank upwards. She laughs as I grab it again and push it back down into her cleavage. She gives out another laugh and I start pulling it up and down, watching her breasts bounce along with it. All I can do is think about how I'd love to be that bottle as it pushes her tits down and then back up again. They catch the side of the bottle and drag upwards a bit with each pull. She can't stop laughing as I do it harder, bouncing her tits up and down so hard if her shirt was any lower cut they'd probably fall out.
My jerking motions of the bottle finally cause it to foam up and spill out the neck, dripping down the side and into her cleavage. I finally stop and the two of us catch our breath from laughing so much as she pulls the bottle out. I watch as her breasts bounce back into place as the bottle is removed. She rubs her tits with her hand to try and dry off the beer from them.
"Was it good for you?" I jokingly ask her and we both let out another loud laugh.
I watch her as she licks up the spilled beer along the side of her bottle, all the way from the bottom up to the neck where she wraps her mouth around it and sucks it off.
"Don't tell John, but yeah it was." she said with a smile as she sucked off the top of the bottle again with a thunk.
"Jesus woman, you suck that any harder and you'd probably swallow it." I said with shock as I took another chug of my beer.
"That's what she said." Sarah replied. She looked down at the bottle resting between my legs and pointed, "Is that a beer bottle between your legs or are you just happy to see me?"
"Little of column a, little of column b." I reply with a smile, my eyes drifting back down to her still wet cleavage.
She lets out a sigh, "If I let you touch them will you stop staring at them?"
My eyes don't move from their lock onto her tits as I now joke, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I know that you look at them all the time. Why do you think I wear such low cut shirts all the time when we're out?" she asks.
"I thought you just like showing them off."
"I do, but I do it for you too. I know you haven't had a girlfriend in a long time and I know you're just as fucking horny as I am and have no way to vent off steam beside your right hand." she says truthfully.
"Ya got a point sadly." I said taking another swig from my beer.
There's a moment of silence between us as she looks at me. Then placing her bottle on the table besides the bed she sits upright.
"Okay, if you promise not to tell John I'll let you see them." she replies.
"Wait, what?" I ask genuinely shocked and unsure if it's a joke or not.
"Do you want to see them or not? Figure it'll give you something new to think of." she says smiling.
"You know I wont say anything."
And with that she sits up onto her knees and grabs the bottom of her shirt. She lifts up the tight top, pulling the material up to the bottom of her breasts. It gets momentarily caught on the tits but with a quick yank, it breaks free, leaving her tits to bounce for a moment. Now with her top up, I can see just how tightly packed in her tits really are. The bra which is obviously two sizes too small, push everything together to a point where I'm surprised they didn't shatter the bottle when she squeezed it in between them.
Grabbing the bottom of her bra she lifts up, letting free her two massive tits to fall down and hang in the fresh air. They're amazing, two beautifully large tits that almost seem bigger now that they're free then they ever did locked up inside her bra. I can't do anything but stare at them, thinking about how long it has been since I've first thought about seeing her tits. How many years went by where I caught glimpses of them, was near them as they proudly displayed their cleavage. The New Years Eve photo where she "flashed" me her PJ top, all done on purpose.
Her nipples were small but immediately got rock hard as the cool air of my room touched them.
Her eyes dropped down for a moment and she smiled.
"Now I know that's not a beer bottle." she said motioning to my crotch.
I look down and see the bulge in my pants and laugh.
"Well what do you expect? I'm not dead inside." I reply.
She puts her bra down, tucking her tits back up inside the restricting cell of theirs and finally pulls her shirt over top. She reaches for my beer bottle still placed between my legs and grabs the neck.
"Do you need any help with this?" she asks with a sly smile.
Her fingers gently stroke the beer bottle up and down at first, but then as she goes, she starts going faster. Her fingers start to accidentally slip off the bottle on occasion and brush against the bulge just a few inches from it. She doesn't look up at me as she sits, partially bent over, her tits bouncing with every stroke she makes.
Her strokes get faster until suddenly, like the one between her tits, the beer foams out the top and all over my crotch and her hand. She and I laugh as she asks, "Was it good for you?"
She licks the beer off her hand and even bends down to the bottle and sucks off the neck, this time, taking it deep into her mouth, her nose pressing up against the bulge in my pants. After the same thunk of a suck she sits back up right and stares at the bottle. I can see something going on in her head as she sits silently.
"What?" I ask.
"I really need you to promise me, you wont say anything to John about this. I love him and I don't want to lose him." she says.
"You know me better than that. You're my friend, I'm never gonna tell him any of this. I wouldn't do that." I say reassuringly.
"Okay good, because I'm probably gonna do something I shouldn't."
"What's that?" I ask.