Somehow, you slipped and fell in the canned goods aisle. While others just gawked, I helped you to your feet. “Oh, dear!” I asked. “Are you all right?”
“I – I think so,” you stammered. Damn! Your beautiful face was clammy, flushed…and 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. Couldn’t spell KAT if you spotted them a “K” and an “A”.
“Come with me, honey,” I soothed. “Let’s get some air. Fuck the shopping for now!”
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!
“Fuck, I’m SO-O-O-O embarrassed!” you moaned. I put my arm around you, pulled you close; patted your bare thigh. “Honey,” I said. “It’s no big deal! Don’t worry about it. So you fell on your ass.” My eyes washed over some lovely round ass-cheeks. “It looks like you have ample padding to survive many more!”
You really laughed at this, bent forward and rubbed your abundant ass globes. “That’s for sure,” you exclaimed. “Perhaps a bit TOO much!”
“To me,” I drooled, “Your cute little buns look just perfect!” 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.
“Tell you what, Darling,” I said finally. “Let’s find a quiet lounge and have a stiff drink.”
“I’d really like that,” you said, eyes pleading and soft. “You’re being very kind to me.”
“Aahhhh. You needed a Ms Galahad to take care of you!” 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 subdued…ideal 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 38d’s 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. “I really can’t thank you enough for helping me,” you said softly. “For awhile, I felt pretty rocky.”
“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart,” I said sincerely. “I’m just so glad I met you…under ANY circumstance!” You pulled the tube-top out and blew down on your nipples. “God, I’m a sweaty mess!” Indeed you are, I thought! But “mess” was not the word I had in mind!
“Honey, let me drive you home, ok? You still look a bit wobbly.” I lied.
“A wonderful idea!” you exclaimed. “I should learn to put up a better front!”
“Ummmmm,” I murmured. “Sweetheart, there’s not a DAMN thing wrong with your front!” You almost fell off the bench, laughing…and 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.
