Not five minutes later she stalked up the staircase to her apartment, a suppressed giggle on her lips. I followed her and enjoyed the sight of her butt swinging left and right in front of me. She really had a big ass, but nicely shaped. The plump cheeks came out perfectly in the jeans. Likewise the thighs: rather stocky than elegant, but very feminine and quite attractive. I was beyond aesthetic quibbles anyway. I just needed something warm and soft and devoted under me.
“Come in,” she whispered on the third floor, fumbling with the lock. A soft click, and the door swung open. Light shone out; she obviously hadn’t turned it off when she left.
“Nice,” I commented after an initial sweeping glance around the appartement. She laughed up at me. The living room looked like a marauding horde had came through. Dishes from dinner were still on the coffee table, clothes hung over the back of the sofa – apparently the last selection before going out – and the monotony of the gray carpet was broken by scattered books, magazines, paper notes and a notebook computer.
“Don’t look like that.” She pulled a pout, but had to grin at that. “I just thought I’d come back alone. Otherwise, of course, I would have cleaned up.”
“Of course,” I nodded, eyeing a bra hanging on the radiator. “Maybe we should have gone to my place after all. Because my place is super hyper tidy. Always, as men do it!”
“Yeah sure, certainly. Who needs too much tidiness anyway? You better look over here.”
She waited until I directed my gaze at her. Then she stripped off the skimpy leather jacket and let it fall to the floor, where it remained as a half-erect figure. With a giggle, she slipped the top over her head and tossed it aside.
I grinned at her. The chaos actually gained a certain charm this way. The white bra she was wearing really shone against her tanned skin. Those were DDs, easily.
“Well, do you think I’m pretty?” she cooed, caressing her body with one hand.
“Sure do.” I stepped toward her.
“Liar.” She laughed, but didn’t seem angry. “Linda was just as petite as that blonde I saw you with at the town fair last year. Bruno told me that even in college you always went after the skinniest ones. So – why me, today?”
I stopped, confused. What did she expect from me? The truth, in the end? She eyed me as curiously as a researcher would examine his latest experiment. Again, anger welled up in me. I didn’t feel like playing games any longer. All right! The truth? She could have it.
“Because I met you.” I spread my arms. “You’re right. Normally you don’t fit my pattern of prey. But for a quick, spontaneous Saturday night fuck, it doesn’t really matter, right? I’m solo for now, and I am horny. Horny for you, just like that. Is this a crime?”
She was no longer smiling. Her green eyes scrutinized me, weighing. She nodded slowly.
“I noticed,” she said softly. “Thank you for being honest.”
“And what about you?”, I shot back, still upset. “Don’t tell me you’re hoping for the big love.”
“No. In fact, I never really liked you.” She pressed her lips together. “I always wondered why Linda got involved with such an arrogant jerk like you.”
“Oh, really?” I braced my hands on my hips. “What am I supposed to think of a woman jumping into bed with someone she doesn’t like at all?”
“You stupid idiot!” she hissed, a telltale glint in her eye. “Maybe you haven’t figured it out yet, but we girls can be just as horny. And then we just want to…”
She broke off, swallowed. Turned away. I stared at her back. A beautiful back, all smooth and even.
My anger collapsed. What a giant ass I was.
I stood behind her and took her upper arms. Soft upper arms, with a larger circumference than I was used to. I squeezed them gently, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of soft compliance.
“I’m sorry, Vanessa,” I whispered. “I’m really being a dick. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She remained stock-still for a few more seconds. Then she sighed and loosened up.
“It’s okay,” she said wearily. “What do I have to start deep conversation at this time of the day anyway?”
“Come here.” I turned her around and took her in my arms. She allowed it. I buried my face in her hair. Her scent surrounded me. Young and sweet, with a hint of sweat.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated. “Would you rather be alone? Do you want me to leave now?”
“No.” A strangled cry, almost a scream. She embraced me with frenetic strength. “Not alone.”
“Okay.” I rocked her back and forth like a child. The cloud of lechery was blown away. I felt sober and a little pathetic. And strangely tender, toward her. “We don’t have to make love if you don’t want to. We can cuddle or something…”
“Don’t give me that nonsense.” She looked up at me. Wetness glistened in the corners of her eyes, but a smile twitched around the corners of her mouth. “I want to. Why do you think you’re here?”
“Why, indeed?”, I inquired, my voice soft, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.
“Because…” She hesitated and took a deep breath. “Because my boyfriend dumped me two weeks ago. Over a skinny blonde chick. And because I wanted to prove to myself that I was just as desirable, I guess. Even if I don’t fit the current ideal of beauty.”
“You are beautiful,” I murmured, and meant it. “You look great, Vanessa.”
She looked at me, still doubtful. I put a hand on the warm pillow of her left breast.
“You look great,” I repeated, squeezing. “I’m already dying to admire your beauty without any cover.”
That conjured up a smile to her face again. I had found the right tone with her, it seemed.
I stroked her bosom and found a bud under the smooth fabric of the bra. We looked at each other unblinkingly as I gently teased her. She swallowed and opened her lips. The nipple hardened and swelled towards me. Lust bubbled up. In me, in her, and between us. Suddenly we were both breathing faster.
“Is that good for you?”, I asked.
“Mmm.” She kissed me lightly. “Can you take the other one, too?”
So I grabbed for both breasts and felt the swelling forms, caressing, stroking the bare skin of both mounds above the hem of the bra. She did not take her eyes off me. I didn´t hide my arousal, neither in my gaze, nor in the pants. Sure, a small, sweet, firm tit was more my thing. But these big and soft hemispheres with huge nipples captivated me in a way all their own.
“I want to see them!”, I groaned out, curling my fingers into them, “Now.”
Vanessa sighed and nodded. “Come.”
With that, she took me by the hand and led me to the sofa. She pushed me in, right between the clothes, and swung herself on top of me, kneeling wide-legged. A kiss, hot and wet, with lots of tongue, then she straightened up bolt upright. The double balls floated right in front of my eyes.
“Open this,” she demanded. I grabbed around her, nestled the hook open. A textile sigh, and her forms sagged a little with gravity as the support gave way. She shook the thing off her shoulders, and her breasts dangled freely in front of me.
“Wow,” I nodded impressed, without hiding it. So wonderfully round and plump! With unusually large aureoles, dark, blotchy, and frayed at the edges. The nipples themselves stood out like little cones, also much more voluminous than average.