The night grew darker as Coach Blue drove his car down what seemed to be an abandoned road. Autumn colored leaves covered the entire length of the trail like a blanket. Of course, it had to have been a road at one point. But now all you could make of it were crushed leaves. And it wasn't the only road, either. The trees hid some 100 similar looking roads, each as hard to see as the last.
The trees were in abundance. Coach Blue felt as though he were driving through a never-ending gauntlet of maple, and it was making him uneasy. The only thing that kept him driving was the thought of what these tries might be hiding. He felt very much like a mouse hoping to find cheese at the end of the maze.
The darkness did not help to ease his tension. In fact, had it not been for Gretchen pointing him in the right direction there was no way he would have ever attempted this. The busty vixen had volunteered to be his navigator for the night. She sat in the passengers seat of his car, slurping on a fountain drink she'd taken from the store. She'd been eerily quiet for the last ten minutes. She had even ceased speaking, choosing to point to where he should go instead. Indeed, she seemed to be lost in thought.
"Where do I go now?" Coach Blue asked.
Gretchen gave a slight jump, causing her 36D breasts to bounce up and down under her light yellow tee. Coach Blue fidgeted as he noticed the bounce-age. Some ice managed to fly out of Gretchen's cup and land on her blue jeans.
"So...where do I go?" Coach blue asked again.
"Oh sorry." she said, shivering as she wiped the ice off her thighs. "Just keep going straight. I'll let you know when it's time to turn."
"Alright." Coach Blue said. "So you mentioned earlier that you walk to work?"
"Yeah I do. Except when I feel like a workout. Then I jog."
"But that's gotta be at least 10 miles..."
Gretchen giggled.
"I know a shortcut!" she announced, giving him the most innocent smile she had.
Coach Blue eyed the beautiful brunette.
"If you know a shortcut...then why the HELL am I driving through these damn back roads?"
Gretchen removed a lock of hair from her chest. Her long brown hair was usually straight, but she had decided to curl it last night for no real reason. She had wanted her hair not to look curly, but wavy, like the models. She had succeeded although now it was beginning to lose its wavy definition. She stared down at the wavy lock and brought it to her nose.
"I had to get you good and lost." she mumbled.
The coach looked frustrated.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well...the people where I'm from aren't very keen on outsiders. We like our privacy. Is that really so weird?"
Coach Blue sighed. "I guess not..."
He looked at the busty beauty. She looked so innocent sitting there twirling her hair and avoiding eye contact. But he knew that she was anything but. Her dangerous curves made sure of that. That long brown hair flowed down over her chest, which stuck out tremendously above a flat stomach. Her jeans stuck to her skin like paint, and hung dangerously low. He could make out the showings of a white and pink thong; and not to mention the roundness of her beautiful behind...
"Damn." he thought. "She is one hot piece of of ass."
He couldn't believe what had happened between them back at the store. Seeing her boobs bounce earlier and watching them move in unison with her breathing was only making him remember how good they felt. What he wouldn't give to just touch them one more time...
"COACH!" Gretchen shouted.
"What??!" Coach Blue looked at Gretchen, startled. He realized he had been staring at her chest. He quickly turned his head to the road just in time to notice a huge tree. He swerved to the right, just narrowly missing it.
He struggled to get back on the road, and to retain some sense of dignity. He tried not to look at Gretchen. But he felt her gaze on him.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Gretchen let out a soft breath.
"Yeah." she replied. "I'm fine."
Coach Blue let out a sigh of relief as he turned his attention back to the road.
"No more distractions." he thought.
Gretchen stared down at her legs. During all the commotion she had spilled some ice water. It had splashed mostly on her legs, but a few drops had gotten on the bottom half of her tee shirt.
"Turn left." she said.
Coach Blue did as he was told, and made a sharp turn to the left.
"Do you have a towel or a cloth or something?" Gretchen asked.
"Yeah. In the glove box."
Gretchen opened up the glove box to find a whole mess of things. Envelopes, pens, various pieces of paper, and a pair of womens panties.
"Typical guy." she thought.
"Here." she said, handing the coach her ice water. "Hold my cup."
As Coach Blue took the drink from her he couldn't help but wonder about the other cups she had on her, and the goodies that were inside...
Gretchen finally pulled a small wash cloth out of the box. She began to wipe her pants dry. As she wiped what little moisture there was on her shirt she thought about having a little fun. She reached behind her back and hiked her shirt up just far enough to get her hands in it. Then she undid her bra.
Coach Blue nearly swerved off the road again. The sound of her bra unclasping in this quiet little car was like that of a cannon. He could feel his pants getting tighter.
"No distractions...no distractions...." he thought, giving the road his full attention.
Gretchen let out a small giggle. Then in one swift movement the busty brunette managed to pull her bra off and pull it through her sleeve. Coach Blue could clearly see the black boulder-holder dangling from her left hand in his peripheral vision. He tried his best to keep his eyes on the road.
"Sorry," said Gretchen. "I was just a little hot. I hope you don't mind."
Coach Blue seemed to be having trouble talking.
"N-not at all." he replied. "But you know I do have an air condition. Want me to turn you on-IT on? Want me to turn it on?"
Gretchen laughed. She loved messing with this horny man.
"No." she said. "But why don't you hold on to this for me?"
She placed her black bra on his lap so that it covered the clearly visible bulge in his pants.
"Umm. Ok." was all the horny coach could say.
"Right."
"What's that?"
"Turn right. Up here." Gretchen said, pointing.
Again, Coach Blue followed her finger.
"Poor guy." Gretchen thought. "He has no idea what's coming."
"It's still so hot in here!" she announced. And with that warning she lifted the cup up above her generous chest and tilted it over, letting it's contents spill out over her shirt-covered rack. Water and ice splashed over her luscious melons and trickled down her shirt to her jeans. It spilled down into the seat of the coach's car.
Gretchen gasped and shivered as she watered her big melons. She breathed deeply and held her breath as the cold water hit her bra-less boobs. She could feel every drop, ever ice cube as they trickled over her amazing rack, completely drenching her big melons. She gave a particular "aahh" as an ice cube landed on one of them. She bounced her chest up and down slightly trying to get the ice cube off. It bounced off of Gretchen's big bouncy balloon and flew through the air in front of her face. Gretchen watched as the cube sailed through the air making a bee-line descent for her other balloon. The cube hit her other breast then finally bounced off of it like a trampoline.
Coach Blue was stunned. He had been watching the display through his peripherals, but had finally turned his head when Gretchen's shirt became a little more see through. He was vaguely aware of what was happening on the road; he knew that he wasn't going to crash anyway.
Gretchen was impressed. The coach had managed to stay on the road during her little wet t-shirt contest.
"That's much better." she said, gesturing to her drenched jugs. They were clearly visible through her light yellow shirt, which may have well have been white. It did nothing to cover her massive mountains.
"Yeah..." Coach Blue replied, still getting over the shock. "I'll say!"
He watched as Gretchen straightened her wet t-shirt out. He could see her nipples pointing out slightly. She must have been getting used to the water already. He continued to admire her busty-ness as she reached forward and opened the air vents on her side of the car. She positioned them so they were pointing straight at her wet breasts.
"I'll take that air condition now." she said.
"Are...um...are you sure?" asked Coach Blue, in a small worry-tone.
Gretchen gave a devilish smile. Although the coach was trying to let on like he was worried, she could still sense the eagerness and the sense of "YES! Thank you God!" in his voice. Somehow, she thought that her catching a cold was the last thing on his mind.
"Positive." she said, pushing her chest out. "Now come on Coach! Turn it on. Turn ME on! You know you want to. Now do it!"
"Ok..." Coach Blue said, trying to hide his excitement as he turned the air condition on.
Gretchen arched her back, pushing her enormous jugs out to meet the cold air from the vents head on.
"Aaaahhh...." she gasped lustily, as the cold air began to blow over her big boobs. "Colder!" she said.
Coach Blue turned the air condition on to the max, hypnotized by the busty brunette's display. Her nipples were already standing straight out. But he wanted to see just how far they would go.
Gretchen shivered as even more cold air rushed over her dripping wet tits. She could feel every gust as her melons began to dry into damp pillows in the cold air. She was gasping so much she thought she might be having an orgasm.
"Oohh!" gasped the busty teen. Her nipples had never been this hard before. The sensation was incredible. She could see the coach's face out of the corner of her eye. It was priceless!
She lifted her arms up above her head and shook her chest from side to side, making sure every inch of her big rack felt the cold hair from the air conditioning vents. They bounced and jiggled under the fabric of her tight fitting and soaking wet t-shirt.
