It was a beautiful summer day and I was in a hurry when I heard from a passing car, "You've got great tits!" I turned to see a pretty good looking guy in a convertible slowly passing and he was smiling directly at me. "What a fucking jerk," I thought to myself, but I resisted simply giving him the finger and continuing on.
By this time he had stopped the car. I walked up to his car and looked him in the eye and said, "Thank you, I have been told that several times before, but usually in a less public place."
He was pretty glib and confident, though I couldn't believe that he would resort to such a crude pick-up line, and that it had ever worked.
I looked him directly in the eyes when I spoke to him. They were deep blue and his gaze never wavered. He was confident in himself and his statement. I knew it was going to be an interesting experience.
Ok, more about myself. I am Sharon; 30 years old, married with no children. I work as a school teacher and live in the suburbs. I am 5ft. 7 inches tall and weigh just about 125. I have been told I have a great body, and I love working out. Secretly I enjoy the stares I get from men, and my husband isn't the jealous type.
"Why don't we go for a little ride, I am sure we can find a less public place to get to know each other better?" he said, staring directly at my boobs. "Are you talking to me, or them?" I asked. "I sort of have to go along with them."
"Fine with me," he said. "Now that I can take a further look, beyond your gorgeous big tits, I can see that the rest of you certainly does them justice."
He was an attractive man, but his sexual rudeness and smugness needed to be addressed. I knew the risks of getting into his car, but I had my cell phone so I was certain I could contact someone if needed.
My plan was to tease him as long as I could until he realized my game.
I was wearing a white blouse that buttoned up the front, showing a bit of cleavage, and a black skirt and high heels. He hadn't mentioned it, but I also have gorgeous legs.
So, with every idea of showing this man that a woman can be attractive and also in control, I reached out and opened the car door.
Once I was in, he stuck out his hand and said, "Hello gorgeous, I'm Bob. Glad to see you in real life, I have been dreaming about you for years." I shook his hand and said, "Hello Bob, I am Sharon, I've been dealing with men like you for what seems like my entire life." He smiled broadly. As I shook his hand his eyes went again to my cleavage. What a pig.
He drove off smiling to himself as I accessed the situation. The top was down, the sun was warm, and he kept glancing over at my chest. I figured I'd unbutton a few buttons, show him my lacy bra, maybe more if I could get him panting and begging, and have him drive me back to where he picked me up.
Every time he glanced over at me I slowly pushed my chest out and looked back into his eyes to entice him. Each time he smiled smugly. I was also starting on the buttons.
I sat in his car and turned my body so that my back was against the door looking over at him and slowly unbuttoned the first of several. He looked over and his eyes widened. "You said you liked my tits," I said. "Do you want to see more?"
He stared and mumbles something like "Oh, hell yes."
He kept driving and I kept unbuttoning until the blouse was completely open in front. My lace bra barely contained my big tits and I was getting excited at the thought of showing this guy my tits. He kept driving and staring over and spending more and more time looking at my tits rather than the road. When we started to run off the road, I pulled the blouse closed and said, "We need to find someplace where we can stop. This isn't safe."
"I know just the place," he said.
A few minutes later he pulled his car off Lake Shore Boulevard onto a small road that years ago was the zoo. Zoo Road was aptly named because it was about 2 miles long and made a big loop through a very unpopulated area.
When he stopped the car, I looked over at him and said, "This is pretty remote, should I be worried about you trying something?"
A smirk crossed his face and he said, "Yes, yes you should."
"Then I should have you take me back to the plaza," I said.
"What's the hurry? It's a nice day, the sun is out. Let's stay here and chat for a while," he said.
"Chat? Well then let me button this back up," I said.
"No, no, don't be in such a hurry. I love what I saw earlier. Any chance I can see them again?"
I slowly opened my blouse and his eyes grew wider again. "I was right," he said, "You do have great tits." "Could I convince you to show me more?" Slowly I slid the blouse off my shoulders and threw it at him.
My sheer lace bra didn't cover much and his gaze was directly on my rapidly hardening nipples. "Beautiful, simply beautiful," he said.
I have always been turned on by knowing that men are looking at me. Though I am usually proper, being a school teacher doesn't allow for wild excesses, I will admit that I often notice the fathers of the students taking a long hard look during parent/teacher conferences. Several of the men in the neighborhood spend a lot of time outdoors when I am relaxing by our pool, and a couple of men at parties have come on to me quite openly. I am always flattered, but really haven't considered anyone other than my husband since we got married. Don't get me wrong; before I got married I had a number of boyfriends and lovers. I like sex and I like the effect my sexual skills can have on men.
I was starting to become aroused by my bold actions and his overtly sexual response to me.
Anyway, I got up on my knees on the seat of the car and leaned over so that my tits were about to spill out of my bra and moved closer to his face.
I grabbed his head and pushed my tits to his face. I felt his hands reach for my tits and he held them, through my bra for a few moments.
While he was squeezing the "girls" I felt his hand move to the front clasp if my bra. Skillfully with one hand he quickly unclasped the bra and is slipped open, sliding off my full breasts.
His hands cupped the fullness of my breasts as he nuzzled them. I felt his wet tongue glide over my rapidly hardening nipples.
My arousal made me pull back from him, but his hands still cupped my breasts.
"More than a handful, even for my hands," he said. "I love big tits like yours."
I sat back against the car door again. He smiled and complemented me again.
"Ok. You've seen them," I said. "Let's head back to the plaza."
"No, wait," he said as I started to reach for my bra. "Can't we just wait awhile? Tits like yours are something to savor and enjoy."
I pulled my bra off and sat back. "So you plan is that I'm going to sit here with my tits out for you to 'savor'?" "It may be a nice day, but I'm not sitting here in your car with my tits out." My body was tingling with excitement from what we were doing and where it was leading.
"Well, we could always fuck," he said.
"Well, aren't you the Mr. Confident?" I said. "Just because I got in your car after your rude remark and my teasing went a little farther than I planned, doesn't mean I'm planning of fucking you." "I don't fuck strangers."
"Why not?" he said. "It will be something you'll never forget." "I have a big dick and am a pretty good fuck," he said.
