Misty stumbled into the kitchen, greeted by Sandy making some eggs. Both women were quite hungover from the previous nights activities.
"Morning babe," Sandy called out.
"Hey hey," Misty sluggishly replied. "Are you as toasted as I am?"
"More so," Sandy grunted, "want some eggs?"
"Sure. I'll pour us some orange juice." Misty said as she opened the cabinet to retrieve some cups.
Misty was wearing soft athletic slip on shorts, her large bra-less basketball sized melons swayed under a loose t-shirt. She returned the jug to the refrigerator after pouring their servings. She joined Sandy at the table to enjoy breakfast. They ate in silence; both women's minds were drained from hangover, but very much thinking about the night before.
"We should go to the mall today," Sandy broke the silence. "I want to get something sexy."
Misty nodded as she chewed. She'd always been jealous of Sandy's figure. Misty wasn't huge, but she wasn't skinny either. "Do you think they'll have anything in my size?"
"I'm sure they will, its not like you are some super rare size."
Misty lifted her breasts with her hands, "this is the size I meant."
Sandy nodded as she finished chewing, "that's what I meant."
They finished their breakfast, showered, and off they went about their day.
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'Few more hours...' Mark thought as he unloaded a pallet of boxes. His mind was also consumed with the images on his screen the night before. Sandy's tiny hands on Misty's massive chest, their playful drunken antics, Sandy's petite but flawless body...who wouldn't get lost in those thoughts?
Regardless of what he wanted to do to both girls, he still had to keep college a strong priority. That meant he shouldn't instigate another night of sexually visual play.
...but then again, it WAS Saturday night...
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It was cold as he rushed to unlock his car door and get in the car. Just as he cranked up the car, he felt a vibration from his pocket.
'New unread message' it showed. He fumbled around the buttons: the message was from Misty.
'We still on for tonight?'
He typed his reply into his phone, assuring her that he would be there. After hitting SEND, his mind wandered more. Thoughts flooded his mind about how soft their tits felt, how drunk they were, and the like. All he wanted to do was fast forward time.
His car was warmed up, so he drove off. He pulled in to get some fast food, he missed his lunch due to the busy work load of the day. After eating, only one more stop to go: liquor store.
He had no work or school tomorrow, so tonight it was his turn.
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Misty and Sandy tried on several types of sexy tops and lingerie pieces, modelling them for each other. Sandy has always been jealous of Misty's ample bosom. In her mind, it was the only thing missing from her having a perfect body. Ironically, Misty just wanted to be smaller.
"Look how well your boobs sit in that top," Sandy mentioned while she stood behind Misty, straightening the fit. Misty's large orbs shook loosely in the garment.
Misty liked what she saw in the mirror and decided to buy it. Meanwhile, she helped Sandy pick out something naughty but tasteful. Sandy's petite frame made it easy to find her size, but most lingerie pieces she liked seemed to be for larger bust sizes. This further disappointed her confidence in her attractiveness. Soon enough; she decided on a one piece, partially see through push up body piece.
They paid and went on with their afternoon shopping mission. It would soon be nighttime, and they both had a very sexy cam date to prepare for.
As they drove back to their apartment, the wheels began to turn in Sandy's mind.
"Okay," Sandy began, "its obvious we both bought these outfits for Mark. To spice it up a little."
Misty nodded.
"To spice it up a lot," Sandy continued.
Again, Misty nodded with a grin.
"Mind if I take it up a notch?"
Sandy spent a few minutes to discuss her plan in detail with Misty. They worked out details and came up with the perfect surprise for Mark. Just in time...they pulled into their parking spot, and it was getting dark. It was almost time. Misty exited the car, handing Sandy the keys as she shifted into the drivers seat. With a wave, Misty walked inside the two bedroom apartment.
She set the bag down on her bed and undressed for a quick shower. The hot water steamed up the bathroom. She felt a calm soothe take over with the sauna-like conditions. Her mind drifted back to the image of Mark's member. The way he held it, its size, how he stroked it...it was all so sexy. A slight tingle inside caught her attention.
She saw no harm in taking care of herself before the cam show. She dried herself off and made herself comfortable on the bed. Her mind raced with desire, as a hand slid between her legs. Her other hand did its best to cup a massive mammary. She reached an took her dildo from the nightstand drawer.
She acted out her thoughts. Pinching her nipple while imagining his tongue circling and sucking it. Slowly thrusting while trying to imagine how good his thickness would feel. Minutes passed imagining fast but gentle sex with Mark until she called out in pleasure. She moaned as an orgasm flooded her body, sending tingles from her crotch to the tips of her fingers and toes.
Her moments of blissful recovery were interrupted by a muffled chirp from her phone. Retrieving her bag, she dug out her phone. The text message Mark wondered if she'd had second thoughts about their web meeting. In a panic, she noticed the time and replied that she was almost ready. She frantically clad herself in the lingerie she bought, the slipped on some normal clothes to cover up.
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Her face appeared on his screen with a smile. She was fluffing her hair in her hands as she settled in.
"I hope I didn't wake you," Mark laughed.
"No its cool," Misty responded as she sat up with her textbook in hand.
Mark was surprised at how covered up she was compared to the night before.
Misty couldn't help but notice the definition of Mark's arms which his muscle shirt left exposed. She was a tomboy at heart, never letting a man show her up...but she was still very girly in loving muscles on a man's body.
"So where did we leave off," Mark sighed as he opened his book.
"Two fifty-five," she replied.
