Hannah was always a flirt back in high school. She was one of the most popular and attractive girls in the area -- always invited to parties and social events and always finding the hottest guys she could get her hands on. Her bubbly personality and positive attitude attracted the attention of every guy around and even a few ladies. She was often the target of remorse as she stole attention away from fleeting boyfriends who were in short-lived or boring relationships. She always had what the boys wanted and it upset quite a few of her lady friends who saw boys quickly lose interest in them after meeting Hannah.
Unfortunately, she had a big flaw. Her vice was cheating. She, herself, couldn't hold a relationship to save her life. While she could steal endless boyfriends away, she couldn't maintain a steady relationship herself. It's not that she wanted to hurt her partners, it's that she couldn't help but cheat.
And even worse, she picked up the terrible habit of getting men to cheat on their wives and girlfriends with her causing ugly break ups and even a few accosting heartbroken wives. It's not that she found committed men more attractive, it's that she knew she couldn't have them and that's what made them more attractive to her. The idea that she couldn't be with a man drove her mind to compete for them and ultimately win them over, which she was frankly proud of.
The worst part was, she was pretty good at it.
Hannah stood 5 foot 6 inches and had long chestnut brown straight hair that fell to her boobs. She was fit, an athlete, in fact, with a great overall hourglass shape with an athletic booty and little fat. Although her ass was toned and still big, her defining feature was her voluptuous breasts. Even in high school she was pushing double D's. Everyone knew her for her boobs, even people who didn't know her by name. They were always perked up and drew the attention of many passers by who couldn't help at stare.
She had a beautiful smile and even more beautiful eyes making her quite the looker. Generally speaking, she drove girls crazier than guys. Girls who stood next to her didn't stand a chance. Even her big butt was better than most, but the jealousy stemmed from being fit with big boobs. Why couldn't she just be a loving and faithful wife to some lucky guy?
Hannah was home after work one day late night in bed scrolling through Instagram when she came across Tony Irkmore. Tony was posed with his new fiancée in a sweater pronouncing his muscles with a five o'clock shadow and a bright handsome smile. He had dark features, dark hair, and dark scruff. Hannah had always been attracted to him, but he had moved out of state where he met his new fiancée. However, his caption hinted at his hometown return for the holidays and how he wanted to see everyone when he got back.
That gave Hannah an idea. She quickly messaged him effectively telling him how handsome he looked and how she would love to catch up when he gets back. Tony and Hannah had an interesting past. They made out a few times during high school, but during college they ended up in a foursome together. Tony had dated her best friend Claire while Hannah was in a relationship. The two couples had gone on a mini vacation where they ended up getting hammered and had sex in their hotel at the same time. Hannah was a bit of a freak that night swapping partners again and again but while Tony thought it was hot in the moment, later regretted it.
Tony and Claire fought over how "into Hannah he was" and the relationship between the three of them ultimately ended.
That was years ago, and surely he was over it. So Hannah, being the bold and devious woman she was, was now going to pursue him at a different level of commitment.
Although her reputation preceded her, Tony shot back a message the next morning agreeing to catch up and agreeing on a time and date. A few days passed and Hannah was getting more anxious at the thought of seeing him again. He was so handsome and successful that she began fantasizing about their college encounter again. Oh what she would do to him if he could just cave and forget about his fiancée.
The original plan was to meet at a bar but it had been snowing and she offered instead to cook for him at her new house, which he had never been to. It was the perfect set up for her to take advantage of her prey. He obliged knowing damn well her reputation but is a guy and truly believed he could get laid because his dick was telling him so. Stupid boy.
The day came and a snowstorm was in full effect. Roads were closing and drivers were slow as ever. He texted her ahead of time telling her he would be late so she didn't start cooking anything. She, however, was not focused on cooking whatsoever. She was upstairs fingering herself in the shower to the thought of him going down on her in the kitchen that night. She couldn't help herself! He was getting married and she thought it was hot that he might still want her after all these years.
When she finished pleasuring herself, she got herself ready -- jeans that would grip her ass so tight you could see the full size of her big booty, a long sleeve skin tight black shirt with a low cut to show off her cleavage and perked up boobs, and black heels to accentuate her luscious legs. She was finishing her make up when she decided to finally respond to his message letting him know he needed to hurry his ass up. She wasn't patient, she was anxious to see him.
By the time Tony was within minutes, Hannah had lit the Christmas time candles and poured red wine for herself while setting the table. The knock at the door sent chills all the way down to her already wet pussy. It was game time.
Hannah took one last look in the mirror, pushed her hair around to look its best, fixed her makeup, and pushed up her boobs. She opened the door to a gush of cold and howling wind to then embrace her long-awaited guest.
"Oh my gosh Tirky how are you?!" She exclaimed with a warm hug.
"Oh no you remembered!" Tony said chuckling.
"How could I forget Tirky my favorite nickname for you!"
"I thought those days were over," he said still smiling and giggling, "how are you Hannah?" He said keeping his cool. By now he was unzipping his jacket to which Hannah responded by not only keeping the conversation going, but helping him get his jacket off by pulling his zipper apart and across his broad chest. As she helped him out of his jacket spinning him around she continued in one motion so very smoothly.
"I'm great now..." she said trailing off as if audibly checking him out, "you look like you've been working out." She said smirking.
"Oh haha, yeah a bit, just trying to keep my figure so my fiancée still finds me attractive." He said noting his fiancée into the conversation.
"Oh my gosh that's right congratulations!" She said with a big smile throwing her arms up around his neck and purposely pressing her boobs into his chest.
