Lily woke up horny that morning. The sheets wrapped around her legs pressed into her pussy and sent chills up her body. Her hands glided up and down her bare stomach, tickling herself—making her nipples tighten up and poke out against her tank top.
She immediately thought of the guy she had seen the day before, working behind the counter at Starbucks. His broad shoulders and lean arms, his tight ass when he bent down had made her feet tingle as she watched him make her drink. This was a new guy at her usual coffee spot, and yesterday she had to breathe hard to conceal her excitement.
"Thanks," he said to her, looking her in the eyes as he handed off her drink, "Have a great day."
She looked him in the eye hard and sexy and wished him the same great day, but she really wished they would share a great day together!
"You're new here, what's your name?" she asked, hopefully.
He didn't look as impressed as Lily had hoped. He told her Mathew and went back to working without so much as another glance.
This morning in bed, now pressing her tits hard against herself, she imagined him on top of her; imagined his scruffy face next to her ear, breathing hard, then his hard cock (which she had imagined seeing the shape of the day before), entering her without hesitation. She wanted him to fuck her real hard and slow, slamming into her pussy over and over. Legs spread, she slapped her pussy with her hand while squeezing her nipples. In her mind he grabbed her arms and held them above her head, almost hurting her wrists. She let out a long, loud groan as she stuffed her pussy with three fingers and rubbed hard on her erect clit. Her arms pushed her tits together and her hard nipples pointed up to the ceiling; she stuck out her tongue and wished she could reach them—would love it if Mathew were sucking on them as he fucked her… harder… harder! until finally she came with a loud, fucking, scream! She released a breath and gasped for air.
There was no way she was going to let this guy ignore her today, she thought as she dressed after her shower. She put on a new pair of tight jeans and looked at herself in the mirror. Her long legs came together, with a little space just below her ass cheeks. She felt her ass, and it was fucking firm, with just a little cushion. She slid on her shirt, pulling it down, tight against her big jugs; it was peach, almost shear, and she didn't need a bra to keep the shape of her full, but slightly hanging tits. Since about 8
th
grade she had had full, D cup boobs, and they were never an embarrassment for her. Her friends used to giggle and ask to feel them; they were heavy and soft, and she secretly loved having her friends touch them. She used to get wet in the hallways of school while her friends gave her and her bust the attention they deserved.
She knew how to hold herself, and in this case, she didn't hold her tits up at all, but let them hang there, moving around naturally in her shirt. In the mirror, she could just make out her little areolas coming through the shear top, her nipples poking slightly upward. She put her hands above her hips, holding her thin waist. Her wavy dark hair fell just above those massive jugs. She didn't wear much makeup, but she never had to. Her pointed Italian features gave her a sexy, exotic look and the mascara made her look like she would screw just about anything that came her way; which is how she felt at this point! She was ready.
And not without a plan. Starbucks was packed. The place buzzed with machine noise and people talking. As she waited in line, she was assaulted with sideways glances and outright stares, though none of them made contact with her eyes. A young guy ahead of her in line practically turned around just to stare at her unbelievable, free-hanging breasts. Shamelessly staring at her, she could see that his dick was hard. Wouldn't it be fun to let him have his way with her, she thought? She smiled at him, and he turned back around, embarrassment.
The girl at the counter took her order, and smiled up at her. This Starbucks girl wasn't bad herself and was showing some cleavage from her low-cut shirt. They gave each other admiring glances and Lily wondered if there was any way to get her in on the action too. She smiled to herself thinking of it, and wow was she horny as hell.
"Have a good one," she said, and purposefully took the Starbucks girl's hand when taking her change. She gave her a little wink too; She was so fucking horny!
The boy making her drink looked up at her this time. She pressed her firm breasts against the high counter, pushing them up just a little. Her boobs were so level you could have set something on top of them (She was picturing his cock laid across them, slapping her nipples).
"Hi Mathew!" she said, and he looked up to see her glorious tits and beautiful smile. This time he noticed!
"Hey," he said, "How are you?"
He was struggling not to look at her nipples showing through her top, but she caught him glancing down at them. He barely knew what he was saying, but kept talking.
"What are you up to today?"
She was thrilled by the effect she had on him. He was probably weak in the knees (which would put him in perfect position to suck on her pussy, she thought).
"I'm just