Somehow, you slipped and fell in the canned goods aisle. While others just gawked, I helped you to your feet. âOh, dear!â I asked. âAre you all right?â
âI â I think so,â you stammered. Damn! Your beautiful face was clammy, flushedâŠand you had dirt smudges on the seat of your hot-pants. Brushing across your buns, I was keenly aware of the lovely curve and fullness! I swallowed hard. Too many idiots were leering, especially some jerk-off guys. You know the kind. Swollen brains in their drawers, knuckles dragging on the ground. Couldnât spell KAT if you spotted them a âKâ and an âAâ.
âCome with me, honey,â I soothed. âLetâs get some air. Fuck the shopping for now!â
You were weaving a bit walking to your car. Some of the flush was gone, but I think you were hurting a lot more than you let on.
I helped you in the passenger side and climbed behind the wheel. There was a wide, erotic swath of sweat in your cleavage and I mentally drooled! God, I thought. Would I EVER love to suck and lick you dry!
âFuck, Iâm SO-O-O-O embarrassed!â you moaned. I put my arm around you, pulled you close; patted your bare thigh. âHoney,â I said. âItâs no big deal! Donât worry about it. So you fell on your ass.â My eyes washed over some lovely round ass-cheeks. âIt looks like you have ample padding to survive many more!â
You really laughed at this, bent forward and rubbed your abundant ass globes. âThatâs for sure,â you exclaimed. âPerhaps a bit TOO much!â
âTo me,â I drooled, âYour cute little buns look just perfect!â Your face lit up in a cunt-melting smile. God, you were superbly sexy! Your tube-top was jutting out from rigid, pointy nipples that made my mind have mental cums.
âTell you what, Darling,â I said finally. âLetâs find a quiet lounge and have a stiff drink.â
âIâd really like that,â you said, eyes pleading and soft. âYouâre being very kind to me.â
âAahhhh. You needed a Ms Galahad to take care of you!â I simply COULD NOT keep my eyes off your enormous tits. Now you really laughed, and I felt so cozy (steamy!) being close to you.
Inside the plush club, it was cool, the lighting romantic and subduedâŠideal for snuggling and becoming VERY familiar. We hid ourselves at a corner table and ordered wine. All the clamminess was gone now, but the sweat-stain kept my eyes glued to your magnificent tits. Inside, I was churning! I wanted to suck those nipples now!
Your eyes moved to my chest and roved at will for several seconds, not even trying to hide your stare. It was apparent that my 38dâs thrilled you very much. I pulled my elbows back, and stretched so you could get a better view of my ripe, fleshy globes.
Like you, I wore no bra (or panties). My pointy tips were also lush and erect. I thought about that lewd blouse in my drawer back home: cut out nipple openings. Once, on a dare, I wore it to the store. In spite of salivating mouths, I almost got arrested!
Your hand closed over mine on the table. âI really canât thank you enough for helping me,â you said softly. âFor awhile, I felt pretty rocky.â
âYou donât need to thank me, sweetheart,â I said sincerely. âIâm just so glad I met youâŠunder ANY circumstance!â You pulled the tube-top out and blew down on your nipples. âGod, Iâm a sweaty mess!â Indeed you are, I thought! But âmessâ was not the word I had in mind!
âHoney, let me drive you home, ok? You still look a bit wobbly.â I lied.
âA wonderful idea!â you exclaimed. âI should learn to put up a better front!â
âUmmmmm,â I murmured. âSweetheart, thereâs not a DAMN thing wrong with your front!â You almost fell off the bench, laughingâŠand I was so pleased!
We sipped the last of our wine and walked back to the car.
As I drove, I could not resist rubbing your thigh from time to time. You never flinched. In fact, your fingers soothed over mine. Your touch was far more than electric! A certain magnetism erupted and my hands were dying to squeeze the majestic swell of your tits. I hoped I would get that opportunity before the afternoon ended.
You probably guessed that my pussy was profusely oozing from all these erotic touchings. You smiled; mischievous eyes flashing rampant when I stroked, caressed your pliant thighs a bit longer each timeâŠ.
Your apartment was lavish, well cared for. Glamorous paintings on the walls, expensive vases, real china in the hutchâŠand a long, mahogany coffee table that gleamed like a brilliant sun.
You bent over slightly, cheeks protruding nicely from your hot-pants. âIs there any more dirt?â you asked. I bent over and breathed very close to your ear and said, âJust a tiny spot along the crack.â Without asking, I ran my fingers slowly along the ass-seam with a bit more pressure than necessary. âOoooooo!â you giggled. âYouâve found one of my hottest âerroneousâ zones!â God, with that tingly play-on-words I was in tears!
You spread your legs a little wider. âDid you get it all?â you questioned. âHmm! Perhaps maybe I DID miss a tiny spot.â You smiled again and put your head on my shoulder. There was a distinct, delicious odor of sweat that made my pussy twitter with massive oozings.
You turned and faced me, clutched my cheeks with both hands, then moved down and rubbed my ass-slit. âWhy should you have all the fun?â you said daintily. âYour ass looks just as appetizing as mineâŠand feels delectable in my hands!â
Now my legs almost buckled! I pulled you very close and let my pussy grind against youâŠa sensuous dry-fuck that we both loved.
âYou feel so fluffy and full, baby.â Your voice was low, sexy, gutturalâŠsimilar to Patricia Neal in heat. Our titties crushed against each other, ample tips swelling succulent, full.
I almost stammered when I said, âYou might want to come out of that sweaty top now, baby. A bad cold in the nipples is a real bitch!â A few more grinds and then you said, âWhy donât you take if off for me?â Now that I was finally in Heaven, there was nowhere else left to go. You squeezed my hand, led me to the bottom-floor bedroom. Along the left wall, there was a ceiling-to-floor mirror. There were very young nude girls painted in each corner. The rest of the glass was massive!
âTheyâre my sweet young models,â you told me.
âHow old are they?â I asked.
âLate âteens. Theyâre very uninhibited. In fact, I gave them their first pussy shave!â