Edited by Pantera Bonita
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I got your e-mail. You said you voted me a five. You were so sweet I wanted to meet you and thank you Tammy style. I was going to be home in Indiana for Thanksgiving, you suggested a meeting place. I showed up at the Radison Hotel in Chicago as you had arranged. You said "You look just like your picture"
I giggled and said, "You were kind. I look nothing like my picture." I was sure you recognized me from my chest whoppers.
I wore a summer dress with nothing on underneath. It was a bit chilly in Chicago. It was warm when I left Atlanta. You stared at my nipples poking through the bright colored cotton material. We went to get on the elevator, but someone else got on. We waited for the next ride up to the seventh floor.
In the elevator you towered over me. I caught you looking down my dress. You pretended you weren't. I said, "Here sweetie, take a good look." I pulled the top of my dress forward just far enough that you could almost see my nipples, and then pulled it back.
"You'll be getting to see more of these babies soon enough tiger" I told you as I smiled.
When we got to the room, you opened the door for me. What a sweetheart you are.
We stood there and kissed just inside the door. You wrapped your arms around me, and then spun me around. Your hands were rubbing the material covering my breasts. It felt so good to finally have a man, who knows how to handle breasts attend to me. You let one hand slide down the front of my dress to feel my pussy through the soft cotton material of my dress. . I reached one hand around to touch that rock you had hidden in your pants for me.
I heard a noise from the bathroom. I turned and saw the door open. There was another young man standing there. You said, "Oh! This is John Thomas Michael Eric Andrew; he also voted you a five." I looked at the bulge already in your friend's pants and placed my hand upon it.