Part 2 of The Sandy and Ashley JerkOff Series
A few weeks after the first time jerking off into Sandy and Ashley's bras, a group of us went to the beach for the weekend at one of our friend's vacation house. I had actually never seen Ashley in a bikini before, there was never much on her FB, so I was pretty excited to see what'd she be holding those heavy tits in.
The next few hours were long for me. I noticed Ashley was already wearing a bikini under her shirt, the strings tied around her neck popping up above the collar. It was green and didn't look like it gave those heavy full breasts much support. The jiggle and bounce of her tits every time the car moved was driving me crazy.
After getting to the house and unpacking, we hit the beach. I had my eye on Ashley the entire time and I remember the moment she took her t-shirt off, raising her arms above her head and pulling it upwards.
Her breasts stretched upward with her arms, then jiggled back down as their round bottoms bounced back into place. It was all I could do not to cum right there in my shorts. Her cleavage started low on her chest and was just like I remembered from the party: long, nice space between her tits, curving down into some heavy, full, tits that still managed to round out despite being so heavy.
The best part was that Ashley was really slim and athletic. She wasn't fat so there was no "fat girl boob" syndrome.
Ashley then bent down to grab a football, her tits hanging down from her chest, then she tossed it at me. I was so distracted it bounced off my chest before I could even move my arms up.
"Nice catch," Ashley said laughing.
"Shut up," I said, reaching down for the football. "Go long."
"Are you sure you know how to throw that? You have trouble catching it."
I tried to keep my eyes off the two heavy breasts swinging down in her green bikini top. "Just go long!"
Ashley jogged off down the beach, her back to me. I could see her side tit flaring out as she ran, her breasts swinging back and forth. But the thing I noticed most was how low her middle bikini string sat around her torso. It was almost around her waist. It meant her tits were indeed low, as if anyone needed to be reminded, and what's more, she kept the shoulder strings tied long so her tits could hang, probably for comfort if not support.
We threw the football around with everyone for a while, it was hard to pry my eyes off her tits every time she threw the ball my way. Ashley and some of the girls did some swimming, her tits glistening in the sun off the water running down them.
After the day was done, we were back at the house. We all just spent the night drinking and partying then everyone pretty much went to bed. I of course snuck into Ashley's room while everyone was talking and got a good load off with her still wet bikini.
The next day we hit the boardwalk to shop around. Ashley and I split off to go into one store. Ashley, who has a tendency to buy a lot of clothes, maxed out her credit card at one store trying to buy some shorts and sun glasses.
"Fuck," she said, "That's embarrassing."
"Sucks to be you then!" I said, teasing as I always did.
"Shut up!" she said, shoving me and laughing. "But I really want these."
"Guess you better learn to pay your bills then, dummy."
"Oh my God, I'm going to punch you," she said, making a fist and raising it, her tits swinging underneath her loose t-shirt.
I laughed and turned to go. "Come on, let's go. I'll buy you lunch."
Ashley made a face and said, "I'd rather you buy me these," holding up the four pairs of shorts and sunglasses.
"I'm not fucking buying you clothes," I said.
"Just this once, James!" she said, mock pleading.
"No, fuck off!" I laughed.
"Please?" Ashley said, grabbing my arm.
"Are you going to pay me back?" I asked, yanking my arm away.
"Yah, when we get home I can."
"Nope," I said, turning again.
"James!" Ashley said, laughing embarrassingly. "Please?"
"Forget it, Ashley."
I remember Ashley grabbed my arm again and pulled me close and said, "Okay, look, James....I'll give you head?"
She said it almost like a question. I didn't really know what to do because we were close friends and joked like that all the time. Another smaller example is watching TV at my house and she clasped her two hands together over my crotch and moved it up and down and went, "Yeah, two hands! You ever get that? Like with two hands?" Jokes like that.
But she seemed serious this time so I paused and looked at her.
"Are you kidding," I said, doing my best to seem angry.
"No, James, I'll give you head. I'm really good at it, haha."
I yanked my arm away in mock anger. "No, we're friends, wtf are you doing?"
Ashley looked at me like I was crazy and said, "We'll never talk about it again, we can do it as soon as we get out of here back at the house, it'll be good, I promise."
I grabbed her by her arm and led her to the side of the store. She laughed along the way. I pulled her aside and said, "You don't need to give me head," I said.
"So what do you want then?" Ashley asked. "James, come onnnnn! Hurry up what do you want."
I took a deep breath and thought 'Fuck it'.
"I'd rather do something else," I said.