I merge onto the westbound freeway with Google Maps tracking the address Fawn gave me. It’s only been about six hours, but after her flirtatious behaviour earlier today, I can’t wait to see her again.
Google estimates arrival in a little less than an hour. I try listening to a podcast, but my brain ignores it in favour of reliving our meeting in the café.
I set my latte on the table by the window and pull back a chair. The woman seated across from me looks up with a smile that perfectly matches her profile photo. She has chosen an empty corner of the café where we can have a private conversation and get acquainted.
“Pleased to meet you, Bill. As you have correctly assumed, I am Fawn.”
I find her even more attractive than her online photos. Her dark, wavy brunette hair falls loosely about her shoulders. She is wearing a black, sleeveless, unbuttoned vest over a white blouse and a short grey skirt with sheer black stockings or pantyhose.
We spend about thirty minutes chatting about fun hedonistic topics like travel destinations, favorite restaurants, and current movies and avoid entirely any talk of serious shit like career goals, politics, or relationships. We laugh about some of the losers we have encountered on the dating website we have been chatting on for the past two days.
Following a lull in the conversation, Fawn puts down her coffee, looks me in the eye, and says, “Bill, can I ask you some very personal questions of a sexual nature? Are you comfortable with that?”
“Well, this is a very public setting…but OK, go for it.”
“I like to get these things out in the open right from the start.“
“Go on then; I will answer as best as I can.”
“Does that mean, honestly, Bill?”
“Yes, certainly.”
She leans towards me. “How would you describe your sexuality? Is it more on the dominant side or the submissive?”
I pause for a moment, unsure how to respond. “I have never really thought about that. I would say neither one nor the other.”
“I am not sure I believe that, Bill, but let’s leave that question for now. We’ll come back to it later.”
“Next question: Are you a big tit lover, Bill? Are you obsessed with big boobs?”
“I have been, for most of my life in fact, but a few years ago, something in me changed. Now I love all shapes and sizes. Since that time, I have yet to meet a pair I haven’t liked.”
“Well now, that’s good news for me, isn’t it? Do you evaluate a woman’s breasts the moment you meet? Do you try to estimate their size from the first glance?”
“I must admit that I still do, yes.”
“Then what, may I ask, have you been thinking about mine, Bill?”
“I would have to say that they are small; it’s hard to be more precise because of the vest.”
Fawn pulls the vest aside. “Does this help, Bill?”
I gasp audibly. My eyes are instantly captivated by two prominent nipple bumps pushing the thin fabric of her blouse out further than I would have thought possible. I freeze momentarily, at a loss for words.”
“They are quite small, Bill,” she confirms, then lowers her voice a notch. “But I’m not braless, despite what you must be thinking.”
“Yes, I was just thinking exactly that.”
“It’s a beautiful one, Bill, very thin, sheer blue fabric, almost completely see-through, decorative lace flowers…but it just can’t restrain the two large-calibre bullets impacting it from within.”
My mind swirls, trying to picture Fawn without her blouse on, imagining that sheer blue bra, small beautiful tits, and her large nipples producing those tantalizing bumps.
Google interrupts this pleasant thought with an unwelcome male voice. “Take the next exit and merge onto Route 32 North.”
I follow the directions and then my mind immediately flips back to the café and those amazing nipple bumps. Fawn is trying to break through to me.
“Bill, come back to me. You’re daydreaming. There is something else I’d like your opinion on.”
Before I can respond, a tall man with a big black beard sits down at the table next to us, carrying a large coffee and a toasted sesame bagel with cream cheese. He settles into a chair by the wall where he also has a view out the window. With a polite nod to us, he begins to browse his smartphone.
Fawn leans close to me and speaks in a whisper. “Drop something on the floor and pick it up, Bill.”
“Sorry, I don’t follow…”
She cuts me off. “Do you like the view? Isn’t it lovely?”
I look out the window but see only a bus passing…then, in an instant, I understand. I covertly push a spoon off the table and then bend down to retrieve it. And there…is the view: black stockings, legs open, no panties, exposed pussy, and curly brown hair above the waterline.
I straighten up and look at Fawn. I can’t form a coherent thought. My brain was still obsessing over the image of the blue bra; now two images are fighting for attention.
“Speak, Bill, what are you thinking? Puss— Cat got your tongue?”
“The view from here is incredible,” I finally say while looking out the window at a big fat guy getting out of a taxi.
The black beard glances at the window and then at me with a puzzled look. With a shrug, his attention returns to his phone.
Fawn smiles at me, and then she looks out the window. And just as a kid stuffing his face with fries is walking past, she asks with a devilish grin. “Does it make you hungry?”
“It certainly does; I’d love a taste of that,” I respond, knowing full well what she’s talking about.
“Could you eat that every day?”
“I would love to. I can’t get enough, really.”
I see a disgusted look pass over the beard’s face.
“We’ll have to see if we can find a place where you can indulge that craving, Bill, but for now, let’s get back to my earlier question. Do you think that bad economic news will dominate the housing market this spring? Or will buyers submit to their desire for a new place to rest their head?”
“Without a doubt, buyers will submit to their desires,” I say, answering her question honestly this time.
“I am pleased to hear that. I would like you to come by this evening to look over my property before I list it for sale. I have a bush on the front lawn that may need to be trimmed; I would like to get your opinion on that.”
“At your pleasure, just tell me when and where.”
“Wonderful, I will message you the address. Shall we say 8:00?“
Again, the irritating male voice from Google Maps drags me back to the present with instructions to exit the highway.
In less than 5 minutes, I arrive at her house.
The lock clicks and the door swings open. Fawn stands right in my face, smiling at me, her brunette hair now tied in a high ponytail with wavy tendrils of hair framing her face. From less than a foot away, her eyes are locked onto mine, preventing me from observing anything else. The effect is almost hypnotic. I can’t fucking speak!
Fawn takes the initiative and pulls me across the threshold into her house, embracing me with a deep, wet kiss.
My arms wrap around her waist, and instantly it hits me; from the waist up, she’s wearing nothing but the blue bra she described at the café, and below that, she’s barefoot with skin-tight blue jeans. Lascivious thoughts start flooding my head, one after another.
“Welcome, Bill. Don’t just stand there; come in, chase me, feel me, please me,” she says joyfully as she breaks the embrace and steps aside for me to enter.
“Wow,” I gasp, staring at the blue bra and the big succulent nipple bumps as I pass.
“Well, thank you, Bill. I knew you really wanted to see that. At the café this afternoon, your imagination was working overtime removing my vest and blouse. And coming from an ex big-boob devotee, your exclamation of pleasure just now means a lot to a little A-cup girl like me.”
“You are absolutely right. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all afternoon and picturing it in my mind along with that bush that you think might need trimming.”
“I am happy to have infected your mind with my wild femininity; it’s a talent of mine.” And, in a flirtatious tone, she adds: “I sincerely hope that you had great difficulty concentrating on work after lunch.”
“Oh, I did, but I found a way to relieve the condition.”
“I bet you did, Bill; wish I had been there to watch.”
After mixing a couple drinks, we are sitting side by side in the living room on a leather sofa. My hand is resting on the leg of her jeans; I am a bit disappointed that she is not still wearing the short skirt, stockings, and the lovely non-existent panties.
My eyes are drawn inexorably to the blue bra. The fabric is a light sky blue. The cups are completely transparent except for a few flowers, which hide nothing. There is also a flower on each of the thin straps, just below the shoulder. Fawn’s outstanding nipples are fully… well, outstanding, pushing the transparent fabric out about a half inch.
“You are obsessed with this bra, Bill; it has you under a spell. Will you dream about it tonight? A wet dream perhaps?”
“It conceals nothing; it does not really provide support. I am forced to conclude that it was designed solely to decorate and show off beautiful tits.”
“You are absolutely correct. It is intended to be seen and admired. It is almost a crime to cover it. Feel free to touch it. I am not shy. If you enjoy looking at it so much, touching it will be very pleasurable.”
I place my hand on her left breast. I can feel at once the silky smooth fabric, the lace flowers, the softness of her small tit, and most notably, the oversized nipple pushing itself between my fingers.
“Try both at the same time, Bill. Double your pleasure. It’s well worth it.”
I place my left hand on her right tit. I gaze into Fawn’s eyes while gently caressing both breasts. I close my eyes and continue by slowly moving up her chest to her shoulders and arms.
“Fawn, as much as I really love this bra, could you…” I pause.
“Bill…are you asking me to take it off?”
“Would you mind?”
“Let me guess, there is something in there that you feel like sucking on, or should I say two things? Is that it, Bill? You can tell me. I understand; in fact, I’m hoping that’s what you’re thinking.”
“You guessed right, two large beautiful things.”
“It’s obvious that my sweet little tits, despite their small size, are having the effect on you that I intended,” Fawn says as she unfastens the bra. “Well done, girls, you’ve seduced someone who was raised on a diet of D-cups.”
“Are you saying that you and that bra planned this?” I ask.
“Absolutely, we agreed on it early this morning…but the matching panties wanted to stay home.” She adds with a smile.
I pull Fawn towards me; our lips meet as my right hand cups her left breast. I explore her tongue with mine while my fingers caress her huge nipple.
Fawn pushes my head down onto her right nipple. “Service them both, Bill, or one will get jealous.”
My tongue first teases the giant nipple, then my lips encircle it and push it gently in and out. Then, with equal enthusiasm, I make love to the left nipple.
“You’ve got my nipples fully erect and as hard as nails, Bill. They must look incredible now, all wet and glistening like this.”
“They look fucking amazing, Fawn.”
“I’ve been told that all my adult life, Bill, and I completely agree with it, by the way.”
”Now, Bill,” she says, while roughly grabbing my cock through my pants. “You must be uncomfortable; you’re growing even more than my nipples. Do let it out, for your own enjoyment…and mine.”
I undress completely while she watches from the sofa.
Fawn stands up, looking absolutely stunning wearing only the tight blue jeans, her luxurious brunette ponytail crossing her shoulder onto her chest, her small, perfectly round breasts extending out about an inch, huge nipples wet with saliva, bare feet, and legs apart. I want to eat her alive!
She approaches me, takes my semi-erect cock in her right hand, and slowly strokes it to full size while nuzzling her head under my chin and kissing my neck. My hands cradle the back of her head, enjoying her hair and ponytail.
Standing back to admire her handiwork, she queries, “Seven inches, Bill? Or maybe even eight?”
I don’t respond; I just stare at her tight blue jeans, just below the waist.
Fawn unbuttons the jeans and rips open the zipper, revealing the light blue panties that match the bra. After pausing for dramatic effect and a seductive glance, her left hand pushes down the thin fabric to show me a triangular patch of curly brown hair. Her right hand plays with the hair as she gazes deep into my eyes and makes licking motions with her tongue.
“This is the bush I seek your opinion on, Bill. Examine it as closely as you like, the closer the better. Get lost in it if you can.”
I place my right hand between her legs, and open and close my fingers, massaging her pubic hair a few times before responding.
“It’s perfect. I wouldn’t recommend any trimming,” I report, “just regular fertilizer treatments.”
I push my hand down deep into her panties, over her pussy. She holds my now fully erect cock in her right hand, and we stare into each other’s eyes. Our lips move involuntarily together. A few hours pass.
I break the embrace. “Fawn, you really need to take off these jeans.”
She removes the jeans, leaving the blue panties on, and sits back down on the sofa. She opens her legs wide in a spread-eagled pose and pulls her legs back from the knees with her arms until they point at the ceiling.
“OK, Bill, remember what you said earlier today when I asked you if you could eat that every day? Your response was, ‘I would love to; I can’t get enough.’ I’ll provide the incredible view; you kneel down and show me that you meant every single word.”
I kneel down between Fawn’s legs and wrap my arms around them. I pull my face close and kiss her pussy through the thin fabric three or four times and then kiss her thighs all around the edges of the blue panties.
My right hand slips under her panties from the right side as my left hand does the same from the left. I gently massage her vulva, including soft pubic hair, all while maintaining constant sensual eye contact. Time stands still.
Fawn closes her eyes and lets me continue without a word. More time passes.
Without speaking, I indicate a desire to remove the lovely blue panties. Fawn straightens her legs for me, again without a word spoken. I slip the panties off.
I start circling her outer pussy lips with my tongue, stopping each time at the 12 o’clock position to kiss and lick her inner lips a couple times.
My hands separate her labia, and my tongue begins to stroke from bottom to top, circling her clit repeatedly with each stroke.
The workspace is quickly getting wet; Fawn is breathing heavily and making what sounds like little animal noises.
I avail myself of the natural lubrication and push two fingers into Fawn’s vagina. I hear her gasp with pleasure.
My fingers stroke slowly in and out while my tongue continues to circle her clit.
Suddenly, without warning, Fawn reaches for her clit with the fingers of both of her hands, and a heartbeat later, I see a jet of liquid coming at me at high speed as she squirts me in the face.
Before I can react, Fawn immediately hops up off the sofa, grabs my hand, pulls me up, and says, “Quickly, Bill. Come with me.”
“What’s up?” I ask, startled. “Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you to the bedroom, Bill. I’m going to fuck you! Don’t ask questions. Just follow me. I’m on top; your hands are on my tits. Got it?”
I follow her…
End
