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Inescapably I was sat facing her at the next table, unable to avert my captured gaze. Good fortune had me pass this seaside cafe to see, seated by the window, a tumble of gorgeous hair flowing to astonishing breasts barely contained by a bikini top. Not merely impressive by size but tautness. The owner seemed occupied by the menu but looked up directly at me. The softest of smiles sent quivers into my crotch. “Like what you see?” she knowingly asked, a firmer smile included. Options sparked in my thoughts, denial not a worthy one. “Magnificent” I accurately offered which prompted a melodious giggle. “Aren’t you supposed to be embarrassed to be caught leering at a young girl’s tits?” she teased. “I prefer the word breasts. I’m enjoying looking at your amazing breasts, yes I am. Possibly as much as you are, judging by the flush about them since I sat here.” At which she got up (regretfully, to leave I thought) I noticed she wore a sarong that clung to her round buttocks and legs. I studied her, them, as if time had slowed for what I thought would be the mere seconds as she parted. A beguiling jiggle as she moved, my heart raced, a sight of wonder, large, but so firm, they wobbled left to right and then up/down, so subtly but emphatically, her bikini top followed the flow. But to my delight she sat down at my table with a deliberate bump and the motion that caused was heavenly. Sat so close to me I could feel warmth from her body. “Thank you for that. That was thrilling your breasts are…” “Shush!” So I shushed. “I know the effect my (she raised her voice) Tits! Boobs! Mammaries! Have. Just for you handsome, my breasts have, and I adore the attention, when I want it.” “I’m here on holiday with my boring parents would you believe, a much needed Uni break. They’ve gone off to see some ruin or something, so I said I’d stay in town, look around, shop, whatever. What possible mischief could a twenty something girl get up to? (she winked) I headed straight to the beach in my bikini planing to take it off, display the girls for all and sundry, That plan made me so hot ‘n juicy. But when I got to the beach there were too many macho types all around me like flies, talking drivel at me, bothering me, not properly admiring me, you know? If they had just watched they would all have bulges to try to hide, unforgettable mammary memories to wank to! but I didn’t stay, ended up here, where I’ve found a man who knows what he likes. Lovely.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I enquired istanbul travesti “What?” “Batting of the eyelashes thing.” “I’m propositioning you! Can’t you tell? I thought it was pretty explicit” I raised my eyebrow and suggested I was more then twice her age. “Well, you’ve experience and manners then, I bet you know a naughty thing or two you could teach me. Come on pops! let’s have some FUN! What would you like to do to me?” she pleaded. I stayed silent for a few seconds, pondering, but she persuaded me with the arrhythmic movement she caused. “You’re a very naughty young lady…” “When I want to be I can be very naughty. Hols is when the libertine emerges. Those at University can’t know of this side of me that’s just the way it has to be. My libido goes into overdrive and that can involve the airing of my ‘magnificent’ did you call them? breasts. Your appreciation is refreshing, so, what would you like to do to me? My parents shouldn’t be back ’till late… got a nice hotel room… ” “Since you’re already perverted I can’t be accused of debauchery I suppose. I agree… as long as you do as I say. And I don’t do to you I do with you” “Ooh masterful! I consent, I think!” “Nameless like-minded strangers sharing a kink? A fleeting encounter, without repercussions? Mmm sounds deliciously salacious young lady, this is what you want? You are prepared to do as I tell you?” “Yes sir, please sir. Yea, we complement don’t we. Like I told you I’m at University studying for a degree don’t ask which subject or anything about that. I’m much more demure there, with friends so jealous of my body! The lads are always trying it on with me I’m tempted but I won’t let anything get in the way of my studies, they all think I’m stuck-up, but you will know different. Degree first, everything else nowhere. Except holidays! Yea for holidays!” “Are you aware of how reddened your skin becomes when you’re aroused , like you are now” she looked down at where I was looking, “It is extremely sexy, more so because of them. They glow” “Yea, you’re right, it’s a dead giveaway! Looks sexy to me too. I notice it when I masturbate in front of a mirror.” she relished sharing that. We ate, perceiving the lust in each other as I outlined what she might do. “How did you feel when you first saw me through the window?” she wanted to know. “Oh, you saw that did you? (she smiled warmth at me again) Fervent desire, everything else became irrelevant, I had to look at you as much as I could for istanbul travestileri as long as I was able. Looking was the only option it seemed. There was a distinct tingle fizzing along my cock. Not erecting, more its’ detection of the highly desirable. Erection comes when there is a possibility of more, like now…” “You have an erection!” this seemed to please her greatly. “Are you uncomfortable? Do you need to adjust… something?” She laughed as she showed her concern. “Call it a semi. It’s been there since you sat at my table. I’m always commando, let the boys hang loose and swing (I winked!). I find it much more comfortable otherwise yes I probably would need something adjusting or untangling! And you? how does it feel?” “Hang on I’m still with the commando image! Er, yea, a tingly clit, creaming, you’ve seen my flush, and the girls get excited too, sensitized. And there’s the mental rush, what I’m causing is very arousing! It’s the power. And I just creamed some more telling you. My clit’s throbbing because of you. Come on, I’m going to do it” She left and I followed after impatiently paying the bill. Hurried to where she was headed, so to observe her, from a well judged distance, parade along the street in her tiny bikini. She visited a variety of shops, a local market, buying nothing but attention. At a particularly busy street her sarong undid itself, falling to the ground. At its’ retrieval, shaking it, and her breasts, to clear the dust away. Struggling as she was, the blushing orbs divested themselves from the inadequate top. A squeal sounded, more of pleasure than pretend embarrassment. Her hands made strange attempts at covering them, pressing, squeezing, an small audience astonished at the spectacle, myself included. What’s a girl to do? She had to remove the dishevelled bikini top, carefully wrap the sarong back over herself while standing topless in the middle of the street. Unnecessarily shaking her breasts in apparent preparation for the return to the flimsy top from which they had joyously escaped. This accomplished, she made for the hotel. “O fuck, what a thrill!” she enthused. “Your odour confirms that!” “O fuck yeah!” she seemed a bit hyper as she tugged off her meagre clothing “You’re going to fuck me now?” “You are to do as you’re told!” I asserted. She was naked expecting to be taken, perhaps roughly, she imagined. She flowed her hands over herself, briefly breasts, as if they were too sensitive. Fingertips were feeling travesti istanbul her body’s pleasure watching me looking her over. An urgent need to vent her stimulation exuded from her. “You can fuck me now, you’re allowed, we agreed” “No. Stand still” she did so, tremulous. I sat on the bed enjoying her aroused condition. I told her to place her arms by her side and to stay still. I walked around her examining, not touching. I described her body to her as I saw it. The perfection of her breasts, that they were too big for her frame which is why they were so fabulous. Their buoyancy extraordinary I told her, to which her breathing deepened. Her entire body was a mottled mess of pink and red, her arse so round, tapering beautifully to her legs. A clump of long pubes topped bald labia protruding soiled with pale dew, her clitoris shone out of its bright pink wrap. She shuddered audibly as I described her state. Breasts, a perfection of shape. From the back, visible to the side a generous curve. A narrow waist. Your whole body a curvaceous ideal. What perfection you are. She panted. I stood behind her and carefully placed a hand under each one. Her breathing stopped. I took their weight in my hands and I thought she would feint as she lent back into me. “You carry them with such poise and elegance” I whispered, “You need not say but you tend them, don’t you. Work all the necessary muscle, cream them with tender applications and all worthwhile.” I stood in front of her removing my clothes, that made two of us well endowed she sighed. I pulled a chair to the middle of the room and sat. She on on my right thigh, told not to talk, with her legs open between mine. My legs opened wide, my erection pressed warm on her left thigh. I placed my right arm along her back. She stared at my cock, full and bulbous but not in position to fuck. I gently bounced her so they would do the same. I kissed her cheek, nuzzled, pulled at her earlobe with teeth, while my free hand inserted a finger into the wet warmth. Something to moan about. Dandling on my thigh, an arm for support a single finger squished and slithered in and about her sloppy hole. Arms flailed in abandonment not knowing what to do. A brief grab of them, the thigh she was sat upon, my cock, as a finger poked and prodded, rubbed and slid, all the while she was dandled. The day’s foreplay needed meagre assistance, I held her from falling as she yelled out most of the day’s excitement in an overwrought orgasm. She gasped loudly, spasm after spasm gripping my finger, she was consumed by release, I was engrossed. Awash in warmth she calmed. I moved my hand from her copiously flowing pussy to squeeze one of them. If a finger had still been there it would have felt another grip, a spurt of gunk.
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