A door swung open suddenly, stopping John in his tracks.
He had been deep in thought walking up the flights of stairs to his apartment. The events that had just transpired with Amy in the massage parlor were beginning to feel like a dream.
"Oh! Hi John!"
It was John's neighbor, Olivia. She was beaming at him from her open doorway, holding a garbage bag at her side.
"Hey, Olivia. How have you been?" John replied smiling back at her.
John was always happy to see Olivia. For months after moving into his apartment he would occasionally run into her in the corridors and stairways leading up to their floor. She seemed to always be dressed like she was working out, or maybe just doing laundry. Tight leggings and sports bras left little of her body to the imagination. Sometimes just catching a glimpse of her round ass walking up the stairs ahead of him would be the highlight of John's day.
Eventually John had the nerve to strike up a real conversation with her and they would chat periodically. It was mostly just small talk and pleasantries, until one fateful day when she invited John into her place and they ended up fucking like rabbits.
John still couldn't quite remember what he had done to escalate the situation from small talk to him trying to stuff his oversized prong inside her, the details were a bit of a blur. All he knew is that since that day, he ran into Olivia a lot more frequently.
"I've been pretty good!" Olivia replied. She set her trash down in the threshold of her door and took a step closer to John.
Olivia was a little taller than average, standing only a few inches shorter than John. She wore her light, blonde hair shorter than most women would dare, but she pulled it off perfectly. Her short hair and bright blue eyes matched her perky demeanor. Of course, today she was wearing her signature black yoga pants and a blue tank top. Underneath her breasts were mashed together in a compressing sports bra with a bit of cleavage poking out at the top.
"Hey!" she continued. "You're not slouching like before. Is you back feeling better?"
"Much better." Replied John. "I actually got a massage today and that really helped a lot."
"A massage? Wow! That's great!" Olivia replied. Genuinely excited that her friend was feeling better.
She paused for a moment, looking John up and down. "We should celebrate!" She said "Since you're feeling better!"
"Well I..." John began. His massage experience with Amy was swimming in his head again. He made plans for her to come over tonight and he was very much focused on what was going to happen when they had a whole apartment to themselves.
Olivia kept talking. She had a habit of interrupting people when she got excited and John usually got her pretty excited.
"You know I've really been wanting to get back on that disco stick of yours. I felt bad last time when your back was hurting too badly for us to continue."
John snorted with laughter. Olivia's quirky sense of humor never failed to make him laugh and she seemed to always have a new, funny, name for his dick. She had called it everything from his 'gentleman's sausage' to a 'tower of power'.
"Well I appreciate you taking care of me regardless." John thought back to the last time he and Olivia had fooled around. His back pain was so intense after a few minutes of clumsy fucking that he had to give up and even when she tried to ride him the pain was just to unbearable. Olivia was nice enough to jerk him to completion and help clean him off in the shower. He realized then that although she was a fuck buddy, and not his girlfriend, she did seem to care for him. He shared the same genuine affection for her as well.
"Its never a chore to service that big cock of yours." Olivia's voice lowered into a sultry and seductive tone. She took another step toward him and placed her hand over the bulge in his pants.
John's dick jumped slightly under her touch as his eyes met hers. He noticed she was wearing a bit of eyeliner and her slightly parted lips were glossy with a natural colored lipstick.
For the first time in hours Amy had drifted from his mind.
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Amy's breasts bounced obscenely, threatening to spill out of her dress.
This was a fact of life for Amy. It didn't matter what she was wearing, the actions of day-to-day life caused her overdeveloped chest to sway and bounce everywhere she went.
In public her breasts drew constant stares from men and women alike. But right now, she was driving alone and the only person that could see her boobs bounce with every bump in the road was Amy herself.
After work Amy had rushed home so she could prepare for her date at John's place. After showering she found a sexy, red, cocktail dress to wear. She knew it would overwhelm John when he saw her hourglass figure and enormous breasts crammed into this piece of stretchy fabric.
She paired her tight dress with a pair of strapped high heels that laced half way up her calves. She decided not to wear any jewelry, afraid it may only get in the way of the high physical activities that she was eagerly anticipating.
Now, Amy was pulling off the boulevard on her way to John's apartment. She was impressed when John told her what area he lived in. He hadn't been particularly well dressed when he had come into her parlor, but she knew he must make good money to afford to live on this side of town.
As she pulled into a parking space in front of John's building, she was starting to become overwhelmed by a sense of excitement. Had any man ever made her feel this nervous? She thought to herself.
After losing control in the presence of John's exquisite manhood earlier, she had hoped to take control of the situation again with the help of her skimpy dress, but now she was hesitating uncharacteristically.
After a moment she took a deep breath and threw her door opened and quickly climbed out of her car. The motion had caused the dress to ride up high on her hips and her breasts to begin to spill out of the top as well. She tugged down on the bottom edge of the dress and made sure it was pulled down tight across her round butt, then she readjusted the fabric across her bosom, covering some of her excessive cleavage.
Just as she began walking up to John's building, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a man hauling groceries out of his trunk near her. He stood frozen staring at her, mouth agape.
Amy remembered that any man was putty in her hand. John was no different than this guy in the parking lot. He will be stunned the moment he sees her standing in his doorway.
Once again, Amy felt powerful.
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Olivia giggled as she talked with John. She was sitting on his couch drinking a beer, her first bottle sat empty on the coffee table. John was mixing up a rum and Coke at the bar a few feet away.
"So, John." Olivia said as she shifted the conversation to another topic.
"I can't imagine you getting a massage. I know you. I bet you were super uncomfortable." She continued to giggle.
"Well this place looked pretty nice and clean, so I wasn't too weirded out. But yeah... I was sort of nervous."
"I bet." Olivia said. "Did you have to get all naked and everything? Don't tell me you scared some poor masseuse with that swinging meat of yours!"
John snorted in laughter.
Olivia continued. "Maybe I'll go see this miracle worker masseuse of yours. It's a woman right? I don't know if I'd want some big guy I don't know rubbing me all down with oil."
John looked up at Olivia as he stepped back towards the couch. Olivia always got this talkative after a drink or two.
"Well she-" He was interrupted by the door bell ringing.
"Who could that be?" Olivia sat up suddenly.
"Oh shit. What time is it?" John said digging in his pocket for his phone.
"I didn't know you were expecting anybody."
John was looking around in a mild panic.
"Wait! Do you have a date?! You should have told me. I didn't mean to invite myself over like this." Olivia said standing up quickly.
"It's okay. It's my fault. I... got distracted. Lost track of time."
