Megan Cole was sexy and she knew it. Her long, curly, auburn hair danced across her shoulders as she spun in-front of the mirror. Her skin was pale, her lips red and her eyes piercing green. Her face was alluringly innocent with rounded features and a surprisingly sexy little nose. She was a big girl but her rounded butt and shapely hips gave her a classical, if exaggerated, hourglass figure.
However it was her boobs that made her the most proud; her two big, soft, bouncy, 38GG masses of tit-flesh. She squeezed them playfully in her hands. She twisted the nipples between her fingers. She brought each up to her mouth in turn and sucked them like a hungry child. She could have happily spent all day pleasuring herself but she had errands to run so reluctantly she got ready to go out.
Getting dressed she reached for her favourite red bra. Strapping it on her, tit-flesh spilled over the top of the massive cups. She kissed the top of each boob before squeezing them into her favourite black t-shirt, the word princess spelled out in sequins across her chest. She squeezed her fun-bags together and giggled at the cavernous cleavage framed before her by the low cut top.
She finished the look with a pink mini-skirt, fishnet stockings and knee high leather boots. She didn't bother with underwear. The whole outfit could only have more blatantly said "Fuck Me" if she had spelt out out across her chest in neon letters. Actually she might have to try that next time she went clubbing. She finished dressing and gave her self one last look in the mirror before heading out.
It was a beautiful sunny day. As Megan walked down the street she smiled to herself. She was a big, beautiful woman and she loved it! She loved the fact that almost every guy and more than a few of the girls were checking her out. She particularly loved turning the heads of hot guys out for a walk with their stick-insect, bleached-blonde, silicone-pumped girlfriends.
Soon it became a game to see just how much attention she could get. She thrust her chest out, wiggled her hips and winked at every bloke she passed. Most of them were struck dumb by the sight of her. One even walked into a tree which caused Megan no end of amusement.
Eventually she reached her destination; the home of her best friend Honeysuckle Jones. She noted the light on upstairs as she approached the front door. She knocked on the door and waited patiently for the response. When the door eventually did open it was not her friend standing before her but a rather hot, well built guy.
He was probably in his mid-twenties and from the look of his body he worked out regularly. He was six foot tall at least. His haircut consisted of a military style "buzz-cut". Megan instinctively thrust her chest out and pushed her arms together to accentuate her cleavage. This had the desired effect as she felt his eyes roam around her body before he finally managed to speak.
"Hey, I'm Frank. What can I do for you?"
"Oh, you must be Honey's brother (only her parents actually called her Honeysuckle). She talks about you a lot. I'm Megan."
"Nice to meet you. Honey's not here at the moment but I think she might be back soon. Your welcome to come in and wait."
Megan didn't wait for him to move but slid passed him in the doorway. She heard him gasp under his breath as her tits brushed against his chest. She settled down in the lounger, he fixed her a drink and they began to talk. She listened intently as he talked about the tour in Afghanistan from which he had just returned.
All the time Megan was aware he was checking her out. His eyes seemed to drink in every contour of her body, though inevitably they focused most of their attention on her tits. He was hot and she was flattered.
"So are you going keep looking at the menu or actually order something?" Megan smiled.
"Sorry?"
"You've been checking me out ever since I got here and from the size of the tent in your pants you like what you see."
"It wouldn't be right. Your Honey's friend and I'd feel like I was taking advantage."
"Your already taking advantage. I know for a fact Honey isn't back from her dads until tomorrow. She gave me a key to let myself in and collect some stuff I left here. I only knocked when I saw the lights on. The only reason you would lie to me was to find keep me here so you could check me out. Now drop the pretence and get over here."
With that Megan slid her legs apart to reveal her perfect, pink pussy in all its glory. Like a moth to flame Frank was drawn across the room to where Megan was sitting. He knelt in front of her and began to massage her tits with his big, strong hands.
"I suppose you want to see them?"
"Yes I do."
"You want to see my big, soft tits? You want to suck them and lick them all over?"
"Yes!"
"Then say it!"
"I want to see your big, soft tits! I want to suck them and lick them all over!"
