It was another cool, sunny day at the beach house and Cassandra was desperate to go out in the sunshine. Her husband, as usual, was not interested in leaving his huge, lavish house so after he grunted a "no thanks," Cass wasted no time putting on some pink spandex shorts, a pink sports bra, and hopping on her bicycle.
The young blonde loved to ride and take in all the sights on these lazy summer days. Even more, she loved being the sight that so many of the passersby stared at as she rode by with a smile.
Her golden blonde hair was tied in a ponytail: it shone in the sun and fluttered carelessly in the gentle seaside breeze. Cassandra's smile and her sparkling eyes were nearly as brilliant as the light dancing on the ocean waves. But, most captivating of all, was her body.
Magnificent, massive breasts sat high on her chest, wondrously round and soft. Below her beautiful boobs laid her narrow, toned waist and below that was her plump, round ass.
The sports bra, or actually three of them worn in layers, kept her big jiggly tits under control, for the most part. But they could not hide her size any more than throwing a bed sheet over an elephant would.
Cass's fantastic ass pressed softly against her bicycle seat and bounced cheerfully every time she stood up to pedal or hopped off to take in the sights.
She peered all around herself from behind large black sunglasses to catch the gazes of men and women alike. It was a relatively quiet community, and she loved to think she might be the talk of the town for taking a simple bike ride.
That morning, after only a thirty minute ride, she'd spotted four men who stopped mid-conversation to gape at her and one who actually got slapped by his wife. Every hungry stare she got made her body flutter with excitement and her head buzz with fervent fantasies.
Cass had been riding mostly the same circuit as she did yesterday and seeing some familiar faces along the way. She recognized this part of the beach club from the glowering, wrinkly old woman who sat on the porch next to her smiling, wrinkly old husband who stared at her with an open mouth while giving a weak wave. Cass stood on her pedals, leaning forward and showing her deep cleavage as she happily waved back at him as she passed by, much to his wife's chagrin.
She wondered how they liked the view of her round ass, and whether their neighbor from a few doors down might be out again this morning. Soon she had her answer: he was, and he was shirtless, sipping coffee on a lounge chair.
He had a tanned, toned body with combed back brown hair, black sunglasses and a matching black speedo. The busty blonde's eyes fixated on his tight, tiny underwear and when she determined there was a healthy bulge, she hit the brakes hard enough to make an audible skid.
His eyes raised to hers and her gorgeous smile burst forth.
"Hi! Good morning!"
He immediately stood, checked his posture and removed his shades before approaching, warmly returning her greeting, "Good morning!"
"Do you know anything about bicycles?" She asked. "This thing has been clanking and making grinding sounds and I'm afraid it might fall apart on me," she giggled, rolling her pristine, expensive bike to the front door of the handsome stranger's beach house.
"I, uh, I can definitely take a look for you!" He answered, grinning like a fool.
"Cassandra," she introduced herself, thrusting her delicate hand forward. He gripped it firmly, his strong hands were warm from his coffee mug.
"Antonio," he replied.
She pushed the bicycle past him and up the stairs to his door before leaning it on its kickstand.
"I know what you're thinking," she told him, "why should I be concerned about falling off my bike with airbags like these?"
Cass thrust her chest forward and lifted her big, round breasts with both hands, giggling at her own joke.
The Italian man laughed heartily, perhaps only a tad disingenuously, and said, "No, no, no! I wasn't thinking that at all!"
His tanned, closely shaved face was blushing. He quickly crouched down to examine the bike, embarrassed. Cass quickly checked out his back and leg muscles before leaning over to get a closer look at the bike with him.
"I don't see anything wrong with it... Looks like a nice bike to me."
When he turned around, he immediately noticed Cass's tits looked even bigger. She had taken off two of the three sports bras and dropped them to the ground, keeping her eyes on Antonio's Italian sausage and meatballs. They stood staring at each other, speechless, as his cock grew and pressed against his speedo.
"Sorry," the smile on her face growing just as his dick was, "I'm just getting a little... hot."
Cass didn't know if this guy had a wife and kids in the house or not, and she didn't really care. He was smiling back but clearly didn't know what to say, so she grabbed his hand and led him around the back of his house.
It wasn't as big and fancy or expensive as her husband's place up the road, but it had a nicely secluded backyard with a patio surrounded by well-trimmed hedges.
"Those pants look a little tight on you," she told him while taking a seat on a lounge chair, "why don't you take those off and get a little more comfortable?"
Antonio was repeatedly blinking his eyes, maybe thinking she was just a mirage that would disappear when they reopened, but there she was - just as hot and horny as hell itself.
His lips slowly mouthed the words, "Oh my God," as he bent over, pulled off his speedo, and tossed it aside.
When he stood back up, his fat juicy cock was staring Cass right in the face. He was practically hairless, she figured he must be an avid swimmer.
"Oh, fuck yes, Antonio," she moaned with a smirk, "I'm just starving for a plump Italian sausage."
He chuckled, still in disbelief. Cass reached out and grabbed his shaft with her left hand and got a handful of his balls with her right.
"And such big meatballs, too? You're simply spoiling me, Tony." Her voice was a light and throaty purr now that he was in her grasp.
