Aurora helped collect up the utensils, plates, and food from the spread Dylan had put together. She watched him as he climbed onto his chair to take down the hanging lights. His slender body looked strong and sturdy, but she did think about his torso sliding between her gigantic breasts. While she wasn’t comfortable with her own sexuality, she did feel a tingle between her legs at the idea.
His body against hers, their lips locked as his fingers grab her hair, pulling her closer. Feeling his bulge rubbing against her wet pussy, begging to be entered, stretched, and filled with his seed.
She shook away the deeply horny thought, taking a few deep breaths to center herself. Dylan stepped off the chair, folded it up, and guided Aurora back to his truck. It was a larger raised truck, usually seen driven by farmers, contractors, and frat boys. “You hauling a lot of lumber, sport?” Aurora took a swing at a joke, feeling more comfortable than she’s ever felt.
“Oh, I don’t look like the butch type?” Dylan loaded in the last bit of supplies into the truck bed and closed it up. He took the remaining food and set it in the backseat. “Did you see these guns?” He flexed his arm, and it wasn’t anything.
Aurora reached out, her fingers wrapping around the top of his bicep. “Oh my goodness, sir. I didn’t know you were so strapping,” she bit her lip, teasingly. “How are these not bursting out of all your shirts? Do you have to replace them often?”
“Very funny,” Dylan rolled his eyes and shut the door.
“No, I’m serious. I can’t wait for you to show me your gun license. Pow pow!” She squeezed his arms on each Pow, but then held him. “I… I really want to thank you for tonight.”
“It was truly my pleasure,” he said, before wincing at the cut on his arm. “Well, I will say this is the most I’ve been injured on a date before,” Dylan laughed.
Aurora pulled his arm up to her lips, rubbing her mega boobs against it as she lifted it to her lips. Her rouge-colored lips delicately smooched the bandage. “Does that help?” She looked up at him with a hunger and innocence.
“A bit,” he whispered.
“Oh,” Aurora leaned forward. Her breasts pressed into Dylan’s chest, like two intertubs meant to carry two people. She pushed him against the truck, pinning him. She could feel his heart rate speeding up, encouraging her to push harder. She can see his breathing becoming difficult, which stirred something inside her. She always tried to make herself small, to not cause a scene, to not let her boobs run her life. But feeling this man, whom she genuinely liked, being squeezed by her enormous rack, she felt her panties get soaked again. She leaned forward and pecked his lips, ever so slightly. A hint. A tease. She punctuated it with a flex of her breasts, tensing on his sides - almost like a hug.
“How about this?” Her cleavage was swallowing him up, pressing nearly up to his chin. It was as if two couch cushions were surrounding him.
“I think so, Doc,” he wheezed.
“Good,” Aurora pulled away, and Dylan caught his breath.
“I hope he’s ok,” she thought. “I have pummeled his ribs a few too many times the past few days.
“I know you have a preference for the rideshare experience,” Dylan said as he opened his passenger door. “But would m’lady like a ride home?”
Aurora took a moment. She didn’t feel comfortable getting back into a taxi if she was going to get ogled like the last driver, but she was also worried about possibly damaging Dylan’s car. Her tits rested heavily on her thighs, all the way to her knees even, when she sat down. With how perky they were, one would think they were balloons. She took a deep breath. “Sure, Dylan. Does the, uh, seat move back more than that?”
“Of course,” Dylan adjusted the seat and offered a hand. It wasn’t super helpful, since these two tits could probably crush him if Aurora had tripped on him. She had the upper body strength to pull herself inside and close the door. It slammed into her tit, but it wasn’t painful. She was able to maneuver them away from the door and settle in. They both rested on the dashboard, nearly touching the windshield.
Dylan hopped in the car, and Aurora cooed as the AC kicked on. “It can get pretty sweaty under these. I appreciate the breeze.”
“Happy to be of assistance,” Dylan smiled, then looked down, puzzled at the center console. “Um… do you have enough room to…” He trailed off, but he was motioning to her tit that had engulfed the gearshift.
“Oh, um,” Aurora stuttered as she tried to pull her tit all the way towards the door. Thankfully, the truck was larger than most, and she had just enough room to lean over and give him the space to shift into drive. Aurora watched as the forest and the park disappeared in the rearview mirror, replaced by the warm lights of the city.
Aurora guided Dylan to her place - a cozy one-bedroom in the arts district. The street art and vendors were dotting the streets. Young professionals were out and about, enjoying the nightlife. “What’s good around here?” Dylan asked.
“I’m a bit of a homebody, but the guy who works at the taco truck on that corner is always nice,” Aurora pointed as they passed. “He stares, but he also shooes away guys who get too pushy with me.” She then pointed to a colorful building, adorned with different neon lights. “This is my favorite bar. They have the best happy hour, the bartenders are generous with their pours, and they have dark corners where I can sneak off and just be alone.”
“It sounds like you really like being by yourself,” Dylan said as he pulled in front of her building.
“It’s all a part of what I’m working on. I’m getting myself out there more; that’s why I’m with you. But hey, I’m still an introvert.”
“Well, I’d love to visit these spots,” Dylan smiled at her.
“I’d love to show you!” Aurora was excited. “I haven’t taken anyone to my favorite spots. You’ve gotta try the Tiki Drinks that bar and you’ll love the carne asada at the taco truck.” She was glowing. She was comfortable.
“I’ll clear my calendar for next weekend. How’s that sound?”
Aurora nodded. “I’m in. I vote we go hard.”
“Is that right?” Dylan gave her a look.
“I wanna see what this cute man does when he’s had one too many bevvy’s,” Aurora giggled. “Plus, it takes a lot to get me drunk.”
“Oh, are that tough?”
“Eh - it’s more like these girls and the rest of my weight makes it hard for alcohol to affect me.”
“Hm… it almost sounds like a real condition,” Dylan teased.
“It is! I’ll show you. We’ll go shot for shot.” Aurora was getting competitive.
“What are we? College kids?”
“No, but we’re also not elderly,” Aurora said while biting her lip.
“Sometimes I feel that way,” Dylan laughed.
“Honestly, same. But we can push past that. I wanna see what you can handle.” Aurora let her breast rest on his hand on the gear shift. “Can you handle… a lot?”
Dylan flexed his thighs, and Aurora could see him growing hard. “I… Yes, I can.” He was flustered.
“Uh-huh…” Aurora added more weight on his hand. Before there could be a crash, Dylan pulled up in front of her building. “Oh, boo,” she thought. She was enjoying these games. She’d never used her body like this. Being so forward with someone she really fancied.
“Do you need help up stairs?” Dylan asked, leaving his hand under her bust.
“No, no. You need to get home and heal up before next weekend. I’m sorry again about your hand and the … chest pummeling.”
“I told you, it’s ok,” Dylan used his other hand to rest on Aurora’s. “It’s a deal. Shot for shot. Winner gets…”
“Oooo wanna make it a bet?” Aurora was definitely competitive.
“Done. If I win, I get to take you on my perfect date. No questions asked.” Dylan felt so confident.
“Ok, lame. If I win, I get to know your deepest, darkest secret.” Checkmate.
“For real?” Dylan asked.
“For real.”
“Deal.” They both shook on it. Aurora held onto his hand and pulled him in close for another kiss. She was addicted. Those lips, that stubble, god, she wanted him. She took a deep breath and let him go. She cracked the door open and began leaving, one tit at a time. “I’m going to hold you to it, Mister.”
“You have my word,” it was clear Dylan was flustered, and Aurora loved it.
“Text me when you get home,” Aurora blew a kiss and shut the door. She waved and turned away from her date before heading inside.
She took the elevator up to her place and ignored her neighbor smoking in the hallway. She kicked off her shoes and quickly changed into a “baggy” shirt and shorts. Her phone buzzed. It was Dylan.
D: Thanks for today.
She smiled.
A: Thank you! You did everything.
D: But it was my pleasure to spend it with someone so beautiful.
Her heart fluttered. She looked at herself in the mirror, and her eyes fell on her tits. Covered in a shirt that looks like it could cover a sedan. In a cheeky moment of comfort, she lifted her shirt and snapped a pic. Two tits barely contained by a bra that looked like it had been engineered by the top bra scientists at Victoria’s Secret.
A: A small thank-you gift. No sharing!
No response from Dylan, as she was sure he was heading home. She laid in bed and read her mystery novel. Just over 15 minutes later, she got her text back. Excited, she slid her fingers under her shorts and found her clit. Teasing it as she read the text. God, she wanted Dylan.
No.
She needed him.
TO BE CONTINUED