Savannah is one sexy city. The whole town breathes a sophisticated, southern charm, with an air of lust and desire bubbling over so that the very streets seem to yearn for sex. The very popular book, "Midnight in the garden of good and evil" is a surefire contributor to that of course. Voodoo, betrayal, money, and sex combined into one intriguing true story. And it's how I make my money. I give book tours to the tourists that have streamed through the city since the book was published. My clients are usually older ladies from the blue rinse set, or couples RVing around America. Which is why she was such a surprise.
It was a beautiful morning in early summer, and the air was humid, yet with a slight breeze. I normally drive a minivan to pick up my customers, but I only had one name on my book for today so I took my convertible. The weather was perfect for an open air cruise around town. I pulled up to the b and b, and waited for my client. She must have been watching from the window as she stepped out almost immediately. She was definitely not my usual customer. She was tall, long caramel hair, brown eyes, and a pair of huge, round tits. TITS, in capital letters. They bounced up and down as she stepped lightly down the stairs, and I immediately came to the conclusion she was not wearing a bra. Her white cotton dress had a low neckline, and the material was caught up under her cleavage with a large clasp. Her tits were pulled together creating a deep well between them, and her nipples were pert and sticking up through the material. I sat there entranced for a moment, before coming to my senses and jumping out to greet her.
"Hi, my name's Aaron. You must be Elizabeth. You're the only customer today, so I thought we would travel in style." She smiled politely, and waited for me to open her door. She slid into the car, her long tan legs looking sexy in white high heeled sandals. As I shut the door I lent forward and could see straight down her dress. Her tits were even better up close.
We drove off, and made our way around the town. I found it difficult to concentrate and kept mixing up details of the tour that I should have known without even thinking. Hopefully she had not noticed, although she seemed a little bored. I was constantly distracted by the way her tits kept moving as she breathed, and imagining what it would be like to fuck her. We drove out to Bonaventure Cemetery, one of the most famous and beautiful sites in Savannah. The trees and plants seemed to lean in on you as you passed under them, almost as though they were going to grab you. I smiled as I thought about grabbing Elizabeth and fucking her on the lawn, but dismissed it as a thought to be continued later in my room alone.
We reached a quiet bench, off the main paths and sat down to take a break. I passed her a bottle of water, and started in with my usual history talk. She took a long sip from the water bottle, her full lips pursing into a red cupids bow. The she slowly upended the bottle, sending a trickle of water running down her neck and into her cleavage. My words trailed off as I watched another rivulet of water run over her smooth, tanned skin. I suddenly had a vision of Elizabeth in a wet t-shirt contest, her hard nipples clearly visible through her shirt. My head snapped up as her voice suddenly broke into my day-dream.
