Hi. Im Chris, a 21-year-old collage student and athlete. Im a runner and a swimmer, with a slim waist, strong shoulders, and a flat tummy. So with my bright blue eyes, straight blond hair, and good looks, I get plenty of attention from girls... and even some guys.
I know Im hunky, so I wasn't surprised, one Friday night, when I was approached by a lovely older women, at a bar near campus. A very sexy, big, curvy women a in very tight maroon cocktail dress. Her massive breasts, and big wide ass stretched the fabric of her tight gown, and she looked amazing. She had thick dark red hair, pale skin, and Luca red lips. I guessed she was in her early 40s, and very sexy. I had been with a few girls before, but this was a real woman.
Eyes sparkling, she told me her name was Jen, she thought I was very cute, and she wanted to buy me a drink. Her confident approach flattered me, and I let her get me a shot of tequila. We knocked them back together, and practically before I had set my shot glass down, she had another round in front of us. Her hand found my leg, making me imidieatly excited, and we drank on.
Before I knew it I was completely drunk, and I was fallowing Jen's big lovely ass out of the bar. I was a little unsteady on my feet, as she led me by the hand.
As I trailed behind like a boy behind his mommy, watching her huge butt cheeks roll under her dress. The maroon fabric was stretched so tight I could clearly make out, the thong panties stretched across Jen's hips. Of course all I could see was the strap across her lower back, and the very top of the fabric triangle, as it was almost immediately swallowed up between her big buttocks.
Just the thought of this big curvy women in nothing but a g-string, made my thick young penis stiffen in my tight jeans. I wondered what color her thong was, and if she was smooth, it was covered with hair, bright red as on her head.
On the quite street, waiting for our cab she grabbed me and kissed me. Taking my hands and placing them on her hips, she drew me in, pressing those massive boobs against my body.
As our lips met, I felt my chubby young cock spring to full attention, bulging out the front of my jeans. Jen kissed me hard, pressing up against my crotch, and feeling my hard dick. Her tongue danced in my mouth, and I let out a little involuntary wimper of pleasure. I had never been with a woman so domineering before and it was a thrill to be the one giving in.
Then to my astonishment, the sexy older lady began to open my pants. In a moment she had me unbuttoned, and was slowly tugging at my zipper.
I tried to break free of our kiss, to protest, but Jen had wound the fingers of her other hand wound into my hair, and simply forced our mouths together. She kissed me aggressively, her tongue in my mouth, groping my through my briefs. For the moment we were alone on the side walk, but I knew our cab would be there any minute.
I started to panic, I was being stripped and molested on a public street. I struggled, and finally she let the kiss break, keeping a close grip on my hair. As best, I could, I looked up and down the street. We seemed to be alone for the time being.
I had never been kissed, or handled by an aggressive, dominant women like this before, I was stunned, and extremely excited. Momentarily bringing her hand away from my open trousers, Jen took first one, then the other of my hands from her hips, and placed them on her huge heaving tits.
I gulped, suddenly completely forgetting for the moment, I was being publicly molested by a drunken amazon, old enough to be my mother. All I could think about was the giant perfect boobs in my hands. Jen was a real woman, nothing like the few girls I had touched before. He boobs we massive, heavy and firm. I squeezed them reverently, feeling there enormous bulk in her bra.
Jen's hand soon found its way back to my crotch, and delicately teased me through my undies. My cock felt like a metal bar stretching out into my briefs. I was staring down, my fingers fixed to her breasts, as she toyed with my bulge. Then with the hand still in my hair she shifted my gaze up past her cleavage, till I was forced to meet her evil eyes.
"Im gonna pull them down now boy. I wanna to see it."
Not waiting for me to reply, Jen was already hooking her fingering into my undies and sliding them down. All I could do was whimper, in fear and eagerness, as she stripped me. With my hands on those things, I would have done anything the voluptuous women asked.
"Just keep your hands on my tits boy. Like that, yeah. I just wanna check your size before I take you home. And if your as big as I think, I'll take you home, and even show you my big jugs."
I wanted to see Jen's "big jugs" so badly, anything seemed ok. A moment later my chubby cock was springing out, and I felt the chilly night air on my privates. Jen didn't simply pull my briefs down low enough to just reveal my penis, she yanked both my jeans and under panties far down my legs, almost to my knees.
"That's a good boy. Just do as I tell you."
Jen hadn't just pulled out my cock for a little peek, she had pantsed. Everything was out, balls, shaft, cheeks, and all. My tight shirt didn't cover a thing, and I felt terribly exposed. I wanted badly to covert my shame, but Jen's commanding words kept my sweating palms magnetized to her bosoms.
