“So you think you can handle this perfection?” She quipped. Looking at me as her fingers slipped into the top of her dress. Stretching forward, she slid the material down an inch or two. As she released it, her huge globes pressed up further.
She teased me, “you sure?”
I nodded, any ability to speak had left me, as my eyes dominated my senses, transfixed on what she was doing, and was about to do.
She pulled down further, just so the edges of her areolas were visible above the material. She brought both her hands down and held mine again on the table. As she did, she pressed her upper arms together, pushing her heavy breasts together. As she did, they nearly spilled out of her top. The lip of the material straining over her erect nipples and weight of her masses of beautiful tan and creamy flesh.
My hands trapped inside hers, she squeezed her arms again, creating a sleeve of cleavage that now reached her neck. All I could think about was how good those huge globes would feel surrounding my cock. She knew it.
“Do you have something for me?” She asked coyly, “something long, and thick, and pulsating for me to slip between my girls?”
There was no doubt how erect I was for her. I thought about pulling her hands down to my lap and forcing her to feel me. I opted to leave this in her court for now.
“You can feel for yourself anytime you like,” I played it cool.
“Anytime I like?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Anytime.” I confirmed, smiling ear to ear.
“Good,” she smiled back. Reaching up, she pulled her tight red dress down all the way under her beautiful breasts. They were awe inspiring, and absolutely perfect. Defined triangles of tan lines, the sun kissed skin of her shoulders suddenly giving way to creamy white skin of her tender breasts. Her huge melons looked heavy but stood proudly in a perfect slope to her tasty looking nipples on the tips. Small, pink, erect, and clearly aching, as she released her dress around her rib cage, she slid her hands over them, cupping them and gently squeezing her flesh in her hands. As she did, a soft moan escaped her parted lips. She rolled her nipples in between her fingers, tightening her twisted pink buds.
I felt my cock engorge further, if I wasn’t fully erect before, I was now. It was painfully trapped at an uncomfortable angle down my pant leg, stretching the material to the point it felt like tearing. Shit, it hurt, my cock felt like I could cut glass it was so hard. Michele and so had had our fun in public places, and after tonight’s party at the pool, it shouldn’t have surprised me. But I could not believe she was doing this right here in the restaurant!
“Does he want to come out and play?” She toyed with me.
I must have given her a slightly pained expression, I didn’t say a thing, but she leaned over, taking a direct peak at the tent down my leg that my pulsating monster was creating.
Her eyes lit up when she saw, “oh my God Scott, it’s so hard, and looks painful.”
I wanted to take it out right here, throw her on the table, and drive it deep in her tight pussy.
“Mmmmmm,” she continued teasing, leaning further she whispered in my ear. Pleading with me, “please put it in my mouth and let me taste you!”
Fuck, it throbbed harder, I swear my pants would split wide open. Secretly, I wished they would. Looking at Michele she was enjoying the show she’d started. Watching Valerie tease me, she was sitting just inches from my left, rubbing her own swollen breasts with her forearms over her dress. She was trying to relieve some of her own tension, I could see her nipples were painfully hard, her tender and erect flesh pressed against the fabric poking out like two beacons of desperation. But she just smiled that devilish grin again, knowing just what she was doing to me, to us.
Valerie sat up, made sure I was watching, and pulled her dress back up over her massive tits. I likely made a pouty face as she slipped the straps over her shoulders again. She giggled, making them bounce inside her dress.
“Damn Valerie, you are absolutely stunning!” I complimented her.
She smiled wide, still with a mischievous look in her dark eyes.
“I like how teasing and playful you are.” I encouraged, hoping for more. She did not disappoint.
Casually reaching for a napkin, she unrolled the utensils, setting the silverware on the table carefully. The black cloth in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, tossed it about five feet from the table.
“Whoops!” She quietly exclaimed, never breaking eye contact with me, “I seem to have dropped my napkin.
She turned from her seat on the edge of the booth and stood quickly, her tight red dress barely covering the cleft where her round ass met her strong and tan thighs. Every inch of her legs exposed. My jaw dropped. She looked over her shoulder briefly, noting she had my attention. Took a few steps toward her discarded napkin, and bent at the waist. Slowly.
As she did, the dress began to rise up, stretched tight already, now rising over her ass. As she continued lower, between her muscular thighs, a beautiful sight appeared, two perfectly smooth lips revealed themselves. Even in the dim light of the bar, I could see them slick with her juices. A little swollen, but still very small, her lips clamped tightly shut, protecting her pink entrance. More of her juices has spread to her upper thighs. My cock ached to be released, I needed to drive inside her right then and there, without a care for who was watching.
She stood more quickly, turning to face both of us at the table. Michele’s jaw hung open like mine. We’d played in public, it was always exciting for us, and now especially seeing Valerie push some boundaries and enjoy herself. Valerie walked back to the table, grinning from ear to ear.
Michele spoke first, “I think you’d better take a look at his condition, he looks to be in quite a lot of pain.”
She referenced my cock, nearly splitting my pants, a tent so tight, with the angle down my leg, that it was indeed painful. Valerie leaned over admiring the work she’d produced.
“Poor baby,” softly escaped her lips. She scooted closer to me, and leaned against my rib cage, I lifted my arm and draped it around her. Her hands went to work immediately, first she felt the shaft with her palms, rubbing softly, realizing that Michele was right.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she began fumbling with my belt, button and zipper. Once open she carefully peeled my boxer briefs down with one hand, holding them and exposing the last couple inches of my pulsating and veiny shaft. Her other hand slid carefully inside my briefs along the throbbing mast, I watched as she smiled, her eyes excited with the touch of my flesh.
She’d tasted my cum from Michele’s lips earlier, but hadn’t touched me yet. It was also at that moment, I realized, this was the first cock she’d touched in years. She was taking her time, her cool hands against my warm, taught skin felt incredible. She reached the shaft just below the head and grasped me in her hand.
She tugged down on my briefs with her other hand and with some hip shifting from me, she gently worked me free of the confines of my pants. She now allowed my cock to reach a more comfortable position, it stood rock hard at attention. She let go, admiring my huge erection, the crown actually sticking up over the table top. Thick, veined, and pulsating with every heartbeat. The head so engorged it was purple and a huge glob of clear precum appeared on the tip.