Mike (30 yrs.) is a security guard at the high school. His patrol is from 11:00 p.m. to 5:00 a.m. It is Friday night outside the school gym at 11:30 p.m. The wrestling meet is over and everyone has gone home. There are two parking lots. Mike stops his vehicle on a road which winds above the school campus. He grabs binoculars and climbs out of his security vehicle. He searches both the north and south parking lots.
The street lights above shine down.
His binoculars find a blue Trans-Am car parked in the south lot. It is backed into a corner with the front window facing the empty lot. Several trees hang over the car. He stops at the front window on the passenger side. His fingers focus those binoculars.
He says, "Holy shit. There she is... Miss Juggs."
A brunette woman (34 yrs.) with a bare chest (38-24-36) is bouncing up and down. Her big tits flop and jiggle. Both of her dollar-size areolas and nipples jerk.
"Fuck. Look at those incredible tits," he says.
The woman's shoulder length hair covers the face a bit as she rides a man. You can see his head but not the face.
Mike's right hand removes his security hat and throws it to the ground.
He says, "Oooohh... Yeahhh... Big beautiful tits... Oooohh-My-Goodness."
The woman flips her hair from the face as she keeps bouncing. Her tits keep flopping up and down.
"Ooooohh... I've seen that face but I can't place her. That's right baby. Ride him good," he says.
Both of her hands reach behind as she leans back. Her round tits lift up.
He says, "Oooh-Shit... Full fucking view... Oooohh-Goddamn. My lips want those nipples."
As she keeps bouncing. The man's right-hand reaches up and grabs her right tit.
"That's right buddy. Grab a handful. Fuck... My-Cock-Is-Hard," he says.
She stops bouncing.
The man's hands begin to massage both of her tits.
Mike says, "Shit. He must've cum."
The security car radio squawks, "Mike! Are you there? Mike.!!"
Mike is startled and drops his binoculars to the ground.
"Shit.!!" he says.
His hand reaches down to grab the binoculars. He quickly steps over to the vehicle to answer his office.
The following Tuesday afternoon. Mike wears street clothes as he enters the school cafeteria at lunch time. He's there for a meeting with all of the security guards. He walks through as the students eat at the tables. He climbs the steps and sees someone at the corner of his right eye. He turns his head and sees the lunch line.
Mike stops climbing the stairs.
He whispers, "It's her. It's Miss Juggs."
She stands in line wearing a business pantsuit. Her big chest and voluptuous figure are covered up. Her black hair is tied in a bun and she wears eye glasses.
"That's got to be her. Is she a teacher?" he asks under his breath.
Mike smiles as he looks her tits under that suit.
Several students walk up and down those stairs and Mike is bumped by one of them. It knocks him back into reality. He continues up the stairs.
It's one week later on Tuesday night at 11:45 p.m. Mike sits in his vehicle with the driver window open. He looks down at the south parking lot through his binoculars. The Trans-Am sits in the back corner again. His hands turn the binoculars to focus a little more.
He whispers, "Yep, that's Miss Juggs alright. She has a nice Trans-Am."
