Behind the Screen (Closed)

The kiss was pretty amazing - the first that I ever had of this magnitude. The way he pulled and pressed me against him - with my large breasts squished between my body and his...It was just nothing short from amazing.

"That makes it an offical first meeting, doesnt it Sweet Ass?"
"Yes it does..." I say between breaths.

My eyes caught his as they went to that large amount of cleavage that my skimpy top gave out. And so, he followed through with my offer:

"So, you want to walk around all day with my marker on those tits for people to see? Or did you want me to write just in the space under where those little black triangles cover so its not available to their eyes?"


I wasn't sure for a moment, but I came through

"I want everyone to see. I want to be marked by you."
 
"Dont need these big pillows bouncing around while i mark my property."

And I merely watched, seeing his hand desperately try to hold my huge breast in his hand. Though, I had to say, his rough, strong hand was certainly doing a good job at it. And then he used a marker all over my cleavage. I didn't feel anything shameful about it, as he took one picture. I even posed for the second, holding my breasts up (well, as best as I could) for the camera.

"Wasn't I supposed to see...?"
I asked, before my heart skipped a beat, as he replied:

"I tagged you on facebook....isnt taht what you meant when you said you wanted to see it?"

"W-Wait, what?" I ask, though don't elaborate on it. I quickly reach for my phone and check - seeing two tagged photos with my breasts, having it spelled out "Ben Owns My Big Tits". Already there seemed to be a comment saying 'lucky bastard'. Brian wasn't online yet, and probably wouldn't be for another two hours or so...

And with his hand on my bare skin, just above the towel wrapped around my waist, he led me out of the room. I quickly closed the notification on my wall, so Brian wouldn't notice unless he dug in deeper within my profile (which he wouldn't, given that he was mostly on Skype than anything else)

But something told me that there would be more of this to come..

"So...where are we going Ben?" I asked, as people eyed my swaying cleavage as we passed.
 

"Well...I live three blocks away from here. It's a one bedroom apartment. " I reply, then giving them the full address, curious to what he was thinking right now.

"Ive often wondered if you are the type to have a clean bedroom or a messy one...do you have stuffed animals all over your bed, do you have clothes tossed around your floor. How do you keep your room for that body of yours and those big tits of mine?"

"It's clean, if that's what you're asking." I say, as he held me possessively. Once he'd reach there, he'd see first hand over how 'girly' my place looked. He was right on the stuffed animals all over my bed, but other than that, my room was neat. The only things left out, would be my laptop and writing utensils.
 
"So tell me, do you have a boyfriend? Whats his name?"

And so...I thought of outright denying the fact that I had a 'boyfriend'. But figuring that he'd eventually find out;

"I do. His name is Brian."

And surprisingly, that didn't change Ben's attitude in the slightest. In fact, he continued to tease me over how I should have more pictures of my bed. I playfully yelped, as his hand undid my towel enough so that he could pinch my backside.

The elevator door opened at the eighth floor, and I guided him to my apartment door.

"Well, here it is..." I said, as I opened it up.
 
Why did I enjoy him objectifying me like that? It was odd - I literally enjoyed every time he would outright call me things like "Miss Big Tits" and "Sweet Ass", even more so now that we were face to face. Why did I love his attention so much?

"How often does brian come over? or do you mostly go to his house?"

"Brian...um...never actually came over here." I replied, as Ben looked over everything. There wasn't much to see, but he soon went to my bedroom.

"Do you have any favorite ones you sleep with?"

"The giraffe. Because he's so big."
I say playfully, before laughing. "And there you go, that's pretty much all to see at my place."
 
"Where do you keep your clothing items that you sleep in at night big tits?"
"Right there." I pointed to the dresser near to my bed "Top drawer to the right."

There wasn't anything incredibly sexy in there - except for maybe my booty shorts and tight, low cut top which I wore whenever it was unbearably hot inside, given that I didn't have any AC. Other than that, he'd find just standard pajamas.
 
"Put these on. Id enjoy seeing how cute you look cuddling with your Big Giraffe and this way I will know how to picture you at night for the times I dont sleep over."

And so I hurried off to the bathroom to get dressed, and dressed myself up - the tight short shorts hugged onto my lower half scandalously, and showed off much of my long legs. The top did the same with my torso, though due to my lack of bra, my back ached from the absence of support. Still, they were perky as ever.

"Okay, what do you think?"
I asked with a smile, as I entered my room again.
 
I spin around at his command, granting him the sight of my shorts, which were enough to cover my entire backside, so incredibly tightly.

"Okay, into bed you go....no covers though so i can see you, and i want you to show me what i miss out on each time you log off of that computer when i can no longer see you for the night."

"Well...okay."
I say, jumping into the bed, hugging the giraffe for good measure. "Anything you want me to do here?" I ask with a slight slight, as Ben looked at me mischievously.
 
"Yes, I want you to show me what i miss out on at night when you turn that comptuer off...remember. Do you just get into bed like that, turn out the light and go to sleep? or is there anyhting else i miss out on for you to show me now Miss Sweet Ass?"

I simply lied there for a moment, wondering on just what he meant by that. He couldn't possibly think that I did anything other than sleep, did he? I suppose, in order to dodge the question, I looked at him with a sly smile and responded "Well...I don't really know what you mean. But maybe you can join me here right now?"
 
"And if you want me in there with you, then youll have to bribe me. Have any items to offer?"

I patted on my bed and replied "Well, we could take a picture if that's what you want. Or um...I can take off these shorts?" Of course, I knew that I was being a bit too 'easy' for my own taste but...I don't know. I was feeling quite a bit adventurous after all that happened.

"Please?" I pleaded with a fake pout.
 
Taking off my shorts slowly, more and more skin began to show as my silk, black panties began to show itself. Soon enough, with my booty shorts in hand, I look scandalous wearing a tight black top (with no bra) and having nothing, save for my panties, from blocking my shaved pussy from Ben.

"D-Done. Now come on, let's take that picture." I said with a grin.

"What should we do with mister giraffe?"


"Um...we don't need him for this one." I say with a sly smile before tossing it aside. "He's been replaced."
 
"And what about a good night kiss?"

And so, leaving a hand covering my panties (which must have seemed otherwise in the picture) I felt my lips being hungrily touched by Ben's. I kissed back, as the picture was taken, perhaps a bit too passionately. "Mmm." I moaned after I kiss, telling him "That must have been a good picture."
 
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