It had been another day on the picket line. As Maya and I walked to the bus stop, I had the opportunity to check her out. She was dressed in a light-blue shirt, a slightly faded jean-skirt and white running shoes. It was easy to notice her shoulder-length silky midnight black hair, supple firm legs, and a firm candy-apple sized ass. Being of Asian background, she had beautifully shaped eyes the same color as her hair and skin as smooth as porcelain. Her best feature, by far, were her tits. The way they sat firmly on her chest and pressed against her shirt had everyone speculating as to their size.
Maya asked if I had any plans for the rest of the day. I told her that the only thing I wanted was something cool and liquid. She giggled and said that she could provide me with what I was looking for, back at her apartment, which I quickly accepted.
When we arrived, Maya gave me the grand tour. The lack of a television set was very noticeable. When she explained that she had a TV set in the bedroom, I smiled and asked coyly if she used it regularly. She blushed, stuck out her tongue, and said the drinks were in the refrigerator. I sat down on the living room couch and had waited for about 10 minutes when she re-appeared. Wow!! She had changed into a white cotton t-shirt, loose white linen shorts and no socks. As she sat down on the couch next to me, I casually examined her tits. Though she was wearing a white lace bra, they were well shaped and globe-sized. I added my estimate to the ever-growing list: 38C.
As we discussed the progress of the negotiations, I noticed Maya wince occasionally. I asked if she was ok. She replied that her shoulders were sore from carrying the picket sign. I inquired if there was anything I could do to help. She smiled and asked if I could gently massage the affected area. Not wanting to see an attractive woman in pain, I agreed. Maya pulled her t-shirt loose from her shorts and shifted closer to me. I told her that I would begin at the bottom of her back and work my way upwards. When I reached a certain point, I would ask her to raise her t-shirt to allow me better access. Hearing this, she nodded in agreement.