I fantasized about fucking Miranda for months. She had long brown hair, a killer smile and best of all, a beautiful tight body, a nice round ass and huge, natural 38DD tits. I wanted her so bad, but it seemed like I never had the opportunity to make the move... that is, until I helped her move.
Miranda knew she could sucker me into pretty much anything she wanted, so when she asked me to help her move (to the third floor, no less) I jumped at the opportunity. I asked my buddy Carl to help me. Carl is nothing less than a ladies man; good looking, tall, well built and a killer personality. I was a little worried, but I'm no slouch. I stand 6'2", broad shoulders, nice build and I'm blessed with a thick, 8 inch cock. Carl knew how I felt about Miranda, so I didn't think he would cock block me.
On moving day, I nearly fell over when I saw what Miranda was wearing. Short jean shorts and a tank top that barely contained her tits. I introduced her to Carl and didn't see any sparks, so we got to work and I started scheming. I made sure that when were taking boxes up the stairs, I walked behind her so that I could watch her ass sway in my face. I was in heaven and just wanted to dive in...
After a long day of moving, Miranda invited Carl and I back to her place for dinner the next weekend. The next weekend we both showed up at her house. She had on a short cotton dress and her huge tits were flowing out of the dress. Her long shiny hair was loose and flowing and her cheeks were flushed from the wine she was already drinking. She gave both Carl and I a long hug. I had an instant boner when I felt her tits press against my chest. We ate dinner, made conversation and Carl finally said "well, I better head out."