Friend Zone

[oOMinxOo]

"Thank you." She whispered as she closed her eyes and rested her head against the headrest of Lance's car. She was afraid if she opened her eyes the spinning would overwhelm her. She cursed herself for having one too many, but she felt amazing. Feeling his hands on her was wonderful. She just wished she had someone to go to bed with. Lance wasn't that type she didn't think.

She was still on the dance floor in her foggy mind and let her fingertips trace the hem of her dress on her thighs. She was still feeling frisky, in fact, the drunken state she was in seemed to heighten her libidinous desires.

She turned her head and peaked one eye open at her chauffeur. He was such a good friend to her. She really adores him for that, but she also loved teasing him. She slowly pulled up at the hem of her skirt and arched her back so the seatbelt pressed against her soft breasts. "Mmmm..." She moaned quietly. "I'm going to have to take care of myself when I get home."

"Thank you for driving. I'm sorry I got a little tipsy" she slurred.

 

[shizzz]

"A little tipsy" he said chuckling. He and watched her, seen the way her hands were teasing at the hem of her dress reveali g more and more of her thighs.

He reached over and placed a hand on her thigh.

"Don't worry. I'll walk you up and help you get tucked away" the after that he wondered if he had misunderstood what she meant by 'take care of myself'

He glanced over at her with every chance he could, between her and the seatbelt he could swear that dress had to give. But it never seemed to.

His hand on her thigh gently rubbed the silky flesh, but before he could push the limits he was pulling up in front of her building

"Alrigh we are here" he said. Then he hoped out and came around to hers ode to help her up

He reached across her, letting his hand slide over one full breast as he reached to undo the seatbelt

"Sorry" he said completely unapologetically. The he helped get her on her feet and into the elevator.

 

[oOMinxOo]

His hand was warm on her thigh. She appreciated the touch and while she wasn't sure she wanted Lance to be the one doing it, she desperately wanted the hand to find its way higher.

"It's okay," she slurred as he unbuckled her. She turned to get out, still careful to keep her legs closed as to prevent her lady bits from being exposed. The world was still spinning around her and she was losing coherency.

"Uhm, this is so embarrassing, I'm not sure I can walk steadily by myself." She bit her lip and lowered her eyes in shame.

He was standing over her so that her face was near his groin. She reached up and tugged at the pocket of his shorts. "Help?" She pleaded.

 

[shizzz]

He looked down, thinking of how bad he wanted to help himself. Her pretty face
Just inches from his zipper. She had tugged on his pants, exposing the lower portion of his well defined abdomen. His snug shirt wasn't very long

"Easy there are your likely to get your eye poked out" he said jokingly. Then he thought about how drunk she was. Was she in the black out zone?

He reached down with both hands, sliding them between her and him. With such little room to move, and such big breasts, his palms grazed over each large melon as his hands sought her ribs. His cock throbbed at the warm pliant feel of them, but sadly they slipped past to grip her ribs, and he lifted her up to her feet

"Hold on" he said as he pulled her close and helped walk her into the elevator of her building

"Just hold on. We are almost there" he said. He could see how fast she was fading as they walked. He let his hand slip a little lower and he squeezed her plump ass, using it to hold her as he walked her.

 

[oOMinxOo]

Ashley wasn't even sure where she was anymore or who she was with. All she wanted was to be in her bed. She stumbled into an elevator. Was is her elevator? Does her apartment even have an elevator? Who invented elevators anyway? I wonder if he made a lot of money off the idea or died before he had the chance to realize his success.

Her mind wandered and she slipped again, this time she at least had his arms around her to stead her. She clung to his shirt and put her head on his chest. Whomever it was, he smelled amazing and familiar.

Familiar. "Lance!" She squealed. "Where are we? Did I do good tonight? Did I at least get a phone number or something?" She slurred almost incoherently.

The bell of the evaluator pinged and she lunged out the door and fell onto her knees. Her dress at this point was inched up just a little too high and her bare bottom hung out as she tried to steady herself to attempt to stand.

 

[shizzz]

He chuckled as she seemed sulfide by who she was with

Yes she was wasted! He had been wrestling with his thoughts, glancing over at her and admiring the view from above. He had been caught up with moral questions when the elevator dinged and she lunged out of his grip

She quickly tumbled to the floor, and gave him a view he would never forget

Legs slightly spread, on her knees, dress hiked up, pretty pink lips framed by two plum ass cheeks and a pair of slender thighs.

He stepped forward, gave her bare ass a slight slap, then he reached down and tugged her to her feet. He quickly wrestled her into her small apartment. He had to half pin her beside the door with his shoulder to keep her from falling over before he could open the door

Once the door opens she darted in.

 

[oOMinxOo]

She loved the pressure of his body against hers as he tried to open the door. He was strong, that much was certain. She appreciated that aspect of him. The way he took care of his body.

Once he got the door open she darted into her small apartment and tossed her purse on the floor. She headed straight for her couch and sat on the edge, calling for him to follow her. She regained her bearings a bit and decided perhaps some music and another glass of wine was in order.

She watched him enter and decided she was in the mood for a little bit of a tease. "Sit here," she patted the soft leather couch. "I want to show you something I've been working on. Will you tell me if I am any good at it?"

As he sat she wondered what he was thinking, but the foggy was of her mind kept that thought fleeting. She grabbed the remote for her Bose and put on some low, sultry music. "Okay, be an honest critic, will you?"

She flounced her hair so it laid both on her chest and her back, kicked off her shoes and walked slowly, seductively towards him. She bit her lower lip and stood with her knees touching his. She bent over in front of him so his face was mere inches from her chest. "I'm see you've had a lap dance before, Lance, but since your such a good friend I'll know you'll give me an unbiased opinion of my abilities without trying to fuck me. You're so good to me." She purred, "one rule, though. No touching. That's typically how these things work, right?"

She was feeling empowered now. She knew exactly what she was doing and didn't care. She wanted to make him hard and then head to bed without giving him what he wanted. It was her favorite thing to do after all.

She turned and sat on his lap, hoping to find he was already erect, but he was not. How disappointing. Maybe he wasn't as into her as she thought. She put her hands on her knees and slowly made circles around his groin with her ass. She dropped low and slowly stood up, forgetting she wasn't wearing underwear, she bent over and did a little shake in front of his face. She turned around again and straddled him, but didn't sit directly on him so she was unable to feel whether or not he was even aroused. From there she grabbed her tits and gave them a good squeeze almost lifting them entirely out of her dress as her hips continued to gyrate with the rhythm of the music.

She stopped abruptly and got up, the movement had reminded her how drunk she really was. She was going to have to skip that glass of wine.

"Was it any good? Can you help me out of this god damn dress? I want to put my pjs on. You can tuck me in" she said with a wink.

 

[shizzz]

He felt his heart racing as she sat him down. She looked gorgeous as she tossed her hair. Then his eye couldn't decide which part of her to watch as she strode up to him. Slender toned thighs. Full swaying hips. Gently seating breasts. Mischievous full lips. Twinkling eyes. Flowing hair

But as she leaned down and explained herself, his eyes were filled with her cleavage, the dress seeming to stretch beyond a respectable breaking point

Slowly she turned and began to grind her ass into his lap? His cock began to throb in its prison. The thick length of his member was trapped along his thigh, caught in the tight polyester of his athletic boxer jock

Soon she rose, shaking his ass for him and bending over. As she did her dress rode up over the delicious curve and he foind himself staring at the puffy lips of her pussy. A slit glistening sheen on their lips made him lick his own

Then she turned and straddled him, toying with her heavy breasts inches from his face, making him think of all the things he could do to them


His hands ached at his sides to just throw her to the floor and fuck her like the teases she was, give her what she needed. But she had called him out before starting. He was a gentleman

Then before he had to struggle anymore she popped up, calling to him for help as she headed into her room

"Sure" he said a she grumbled and cursed under his breath, following her into her room

"What can I do for you" he asked

 

[oOMinxOo]

"My dress!" She chided and she struggled to pull it off. Finally she gave up and sat on the bed. She raised her hands into the air and pouted, "please?"

She knew full well that he would help her and she basked in the idea of him putting his hands on her body. She let her feet dangle off the edge of the bed while she waited for him to react. Surely he wouldn't refuse.

Her eyes started to get heavy and the room started to spin again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could smell him, so warm and masculine. She wondered how much longer she had before she passed out.

 

[shizzz]

"That was a pretty good dance though. I've had better" he told her with a smile as she entered the room

She drunkenly tugged at it, merely hiking the material up so that one ass cheek slipped free, but she sat on the bed too quick for him to really enjoy it.

Then she lifted her arms up, her hefty tits billowing together and listings as she did. Damn That was a sexy sight, he thought as he stepped in between her parted legs where she sat at the edge of the bed. Her head came level with us ribs, he leaned down, enjoying the view

He glanced at her face and could see each blink lasting longer and longer

"Don't worry I'll get you changed before I leave" he told her as his big hands came to rest on her thighs. One thigh had a bit of her dress caught, the other did not.

He spread his hands wide, strong fingers spreading over the tops and outside of her thighs, his thumbs were angles over her inner thighs.

He slid his hands up slowly, roiling in the feel of her silky skin, higher and higher

"Let's get this out from under you" he said. Just before his thumbs came together at the nexus if her thighs, barely an inch from grazing the soft mound of her sex, his hands shifted.

The one hand had slid under her dress, and as his hands pushed higher, they slipped around the outside of her thighs and her hips, his hands pushing between her and the bed, to slip the dress out from under

It also gave him a handful of her sweet bare ass. He squeezed gently before continuing to undress her

His hands continues to move in one slow motion.

After scooping her hands under her ass, the hem of the dress caught on his fire arms, his wife hands slid to each side of her waist, long strong fingers grazing her side and back, his thick thumbs grazing her tummy

Higher and higher, he felt the soft curvaceous weight of the bottoms of her breasts in his thumbs, his cock throbbed.

His hands slid higher, his things sliding up and over her tits sliding over her nipples. Her hefty full melons bounced free, jiggling exotically as the dress final slipped over those prodigious orbs with a soft hiss of skin on fabric

He pulled the dress higher, catching her arms and her head in the material, and he took the number to admire her full bare breasts. This was only the fiftieth or so time he had seen them. But every other time had been a quick daring flash, or a brief glimpse as she turned while dressing around him

But here like this!!! He swallowed hard as his cock ached to be freed, his boxer jocks no longer able to keep his arousal subtle

Finally he tugged the dress free from her head and arms.

 

[oOMinxOo]

She closed her eyes and let her arms rest on her head as his big hands moved over her thighs. His hands felt amazing, slightly calloused and masculine. She felt the pace with which she was breathing quicken. Her chest heaved as his thumbs grazed the bottom of her breasts. What the fuck was he doing?! It was supposed to be HER teasing HIM, not the other way around. Stupid shots. She was losing herself.

She felt the dress finally come over her head and her hair fell all around her. Rather than cover up her exposed chest, she decided she would tease her friend a little more. He would never try anything, so watching him squirm was fun.

She grabbed her breasts and lifted them up and released, letting them bounce delightfully in front of Lance. "God, there is almost no better feeling than freedom. Being naked is so much more comfortable. Thank you for your help, Bessssstie."

Ashley tried to watch him curiously, but it was almost impossible. She was starting to see double and wasn't even sure if he was looking at her anymore. She spread her legs wide and scooted back so her head was resting on her pillow. She was sure he must have been watching then. Right? Good god, she needed to get a grip.

The luxurious fabric of the down comforter felt like a cloud hugging her drunk body. She grabbed her breasts again and slowly moved them down her body "It's so cold in here" she whined slightly, enjoying the feel of her own body. Her erect nipples were a direct indication of the temperature.

She moved her hands down her body, down her stomach and to her slit where she simply covered it with both hands. "Oh, Lance, I am so sorry" she slurred while still trying, and likely failing, to flirt with him " you don't need to see me like this. I apologize."

She could feel that she was wet beneath her hands which even startled her. She was going to have to find someone to have sex with tomorrow. She was in dire need.

She moved her hands back up her body and rested them on her chest. Her eyes were closed now. She tugged a little at her nipples and sighed. "I can't...the covers...cold...can you...?" she trailed off as the alcohol finally took over her body and she passed out.

 

[shizzz]

Fucking tease, he mentally cursed, of course it was playfully because this was what he had been dying to see.

He had worried she would cover up and he wouldn't get a chance to see her in all her glory.

That was not the case

His eyes fixed on her small hands as they toyed with her massive tits, the soft jiggle of them as she let them bounce free. Her fingers tweaking and toying.

Then her hand slid down to her slit, definitely a little glisten on this sweet treats!

Soon she scooted back and seems to pass out.

"Ashley?" He asked as her words finally regestered. Hell she had been talking almost the entire time and he had not heard a lick of it. He remembered her saying something about being cold, but she had passed out on top of the blanket!?

He looked around, saw a large tshirt and figured that wou be best.

He climbed onto the bed, carefully stepping over her legs and straddling her waist

"Ashley" he said, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a gentle shake, and he couldn't help but notice the subtle sway of her breasts as he did

Shit he was straddling her! The heady from her body was spreading through his legs and straight to his loins.

He swallowed hard. He. Let his hand slide down towards her ribs, gently shaking her again. His eyes slid from her face to her tits and back. She didn't bat an eye or move a muscle.

He leaned back and let his hands slide over each round melon

It was soft, silky, warm, and perfect.

He gently squeezed them, watching the flesh billow out between his spread fingers. He could feel her hard nipples against his palms. His eyes darted back up to her face. His cock throbbed in his shorts as he gloried in the feel of finally getting to know how they looked and felt and moved!!!

H let his hands gently squeeze her breasts together. He let his thumbs slowly roll over her rigid brown nipples. Eyeing the large line of soft cleavage that formed when he pushed them together

He looked up at her face again. He slowly leaned down, gently kissing the soft hot flesh of one breast, then working her rigid nipple into his mouth.

His cock ached in Tia prison as he worshipped her full breasts. He gently suckled one nipple, then the other.

Slowly he leaned back up, releasing her breasts.

"Ashley" he said a again as he put his hands to her ribs and gently shook her

Nothing.

He smiled as he leaned up, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He took one picture of her full breasts, then he reached downy gently grip one, showing just how big her breasts were, and he took that picture.

He stuffed the phone back down his pocket and as e did, he brushed his cock

God it ached.

Then he slowly and quietly undid his pants, letting his massive member hover over her breasts. He gingerly took his cock in hand, then proffered one breast to it.

He moaned quietly as her hit skin met the head of his cock. It left a small trail of pre cum as he rubbed himself on her soft perfect skin.

He couldn't resis. He let go of his cock then squeezed her Rita together with his free hands. Wrapping the massive melons over his long thick veiny shaft.

"Oh Jesus" he moaned as the heat of her titty sheath infused him.

Subconsciously he slowly began to pump his hips, lost in the feel of her perfect titties.

Then it was too late. He squeezed her tits together firmly as his cock throbbed and pulsed, filling that sheathe with his goo

"Oh fuck" he cursed quietly, even though his hips didn't stop. Her tits felt sooo great! Finally he came down and wothdrew his member. He let go of her tits and saw his mess

His cum coated both her breasts and his cock. His softened meat slid against her goo slicked skin as he slowly pulled it back into his shorts. He took the short he had gotten to put on her and gently wiped her clean, well as clean as one can.

Then he found another blanket kicked off the bed into the floor

He stood up and spread that over her

He eyes the sleeping beauty one more time before leaving. He just hoped he had gotten it all!

He went home and passed out

 

[oOMinxOo]

Ashley's eyes shot open. What time was it? What day was it? Where the hell was she? Her head was pounding as she realized slowly where she was. She was in her bed, in her room. She put both palms over her face and slowly dragged them down trying to wipe away her hangover. That wasn't going to happen any time soon. She searched for her phone and sent q quick text to her boss, "I have been overtaken by the plague. I will be in Monday."

Setting her phone back on the nightstand she sat up against her pillows and felt a strange sensation on her chest. The skin was tight as if something had been spilled on it. "For fucks sake," she thought to herself, "I hope whatever it was didn't stain my dress."

She stumbled out of bed and noted she was naked. She saw her dress on the floor and assumed she had just thrown it off herself. Odd, she normally didn't have that foresight.. She saw her favorite cotton shorts crumpled in the corner of the room next. She shook her head. What the heck was she doing last night?

She walked to the kitchen and tried to replay the night in her head. What was the last thing she remembered? Dancing with Lance, getting in his car...yes. That was it, he must have taken her home and spilled something and he must have cleaned it up. Good god, she hoped it wasn't vomit.

She grabbed a glass of water and two Tylenol and wobbled back to her room. She snuggled back under her blankets to text Lance. Maybe he had some explanation for what she had spilled.

"Hey dude, thanks for the ride home. Sorry I got so wasted, I needed that. Can you tell me what happened after we got into your car? Everything is really foggy after that."

After the Tylenol kicked in she got out of bed and picked up her crumpled shorts off the floor. She hesitated, then sniffed expecting to smell vomit, but she didn't. What the fuck was on her shorts? She slowly pulled them apart and they were stiff, stuck together...crusty almost.

Then it hit her. She knew exactly what it was.

 

[shizzz]

He was lying in his bed ogling the pic he had taken last night. He had his cock in hand, stroking to the memory of her luscious orbs.

Her text popped up and he cursed. Apparently in his panic he has not cleaned up after himself very well

'Little white wine. It wasn't much, but drunk you over reacted a bit. Your welcome for the ride. You wanna get in some gym time today'

He sent the text then imagined her in the gym and came.

He got up and hopped into the shower

 

[oOMinxOo]

"That cock." she said out loud and she threw her phone on the bed. "Wine," she scoffed. She wasn't an idiot. She grabbed her phone again and sent a curt text.

"I had no idea wine was so sticky, Lance. I'll see you at the gym in an hour."

She didn't feel up for the gym, but she did feel up for making her friend suffer a bit. She pulled out the smallest volleyball shorts she could find and slipped them on over her naked ass. Normally she wore a tank top, but not this day. Nope. She picked out her favorite plunging sports bra. That was all she intended to wear.

Ashley pulled her hear back and walked to the gym. The Tylenol was doing its work and the warmth of the sun felt good on her skin. She swiped her key fob at the door and entered the frigid gym. Her nipples began to harden and press against the fabric of her pink sports bra. Perfect. She knew Lance would notice. Apparently he had been noticing her a lot more than she realized. She wondered if she had ever touched her without her knowing. The thought infuriated her, but also caused her sex to tighten and ache.

She walked right past Lance and headed to the squat rack. She was angry, frustrated and in the mood to take it out on something, be it herself or someone else. She racked 25lbs on either side of the bar and proceeded her three sets of 25.

Ashley watched herself in the mirror in front of her, concentrating on her form and sweat began to form on her brow and the axis of her cleavage. She found herself grunting slightly as the weights started to take their toll on her thighs and ass. Finally she rested the bar back on the rack and noted Lance behind her. "It's on." she thought to herself.

She bent straight over, her elbows hitting the floor as if to stretch her legs after the intense set she had just finished. She arched back up slowly and made eye contact with Lance in the mirror in front of them.

She turned to face him, her tits bouncing heavily in the process. She squealed his name in her usual manner and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cleavage into him. The embrace was brief and she pulled away. The grabbed the top hem of his workout bottoms and tugged at them so his groin was firmly against her.

"Can you spot me?" she asked seductively. "I want to do some bench presses." She bit her lower lip and made her flirtation with him incredibly apparent.

"If not, I can probably find someone else. No biggie." She teased.

 

[shizzz]

He was a little unsure about her response on his phone when he got out of the shower. But he knew the best thing he could do was play ignorant. He grabbed a loose fitting gym shirt that hung with giant holes on his sodes, this let rue majority of his physique show through.

He pulled on a pair of black gym shorts and left



He apparently had beat her there and states working his biceps. But it wasn't long before a vision in tiny shorts and a sorts bra that let almost all of it hang out strode in and took over he squat rack

As cool as he tried to play it, her ass looked fine. He found himself biting his lip as he stole glances towards Ashley's assault on the bar

Finally she slapped the bar back up, stretching in such a way that made his loins ache, her torso hung low and her ass on display deliciously. He found himself caught staring in the mirror more than once

He had figured he was in the shit house.

Suddenly she popped around, her arms finding his beck and her somewhat stressed tone hit his ears. He found himself grunting as she grabbed his waist band and tugged him close, by his shorts

It took all his control to keep his cock from stiffening, he was still struggling against a swelling slab of meat

"Sure. You know I got you" he told the little minx as they walked over to the row of benches

He helped her slap some 25's on then walked over to the head as she laid down

As she settled in. And readied herself he could not help gut eye her impressive rack, and recall the delight he had taken in them. That made his shorts twitch a time or two as she settled in

"Wherever you're ready"

 

[oOMinxOo]

"I am always ready," she scoffed and lowered the car to her chest. Her glorious tits almots hitting her chin and she pushed the bar back up into the air. Rather than keep her usual silence, she decided to let out a slight,overtly sexual moan. Wither every push of the bar, she broke form. Arching her back and moaning into every lift. Over and over again.

Her legs were spread wide on the bench. The outline of her cunt was clear as day in those tiny shorts. She knew. She didn't care.

She arched, she moaned, she breathed in and out heavily. She wondered what he thought. What day of the week was it even? Was it Friday? Should she even consider making plans with him after what he had done?

 

[shizzz]

He watched her powering through the bench presses. She groaned and moaned in a way that could not help but evoke thoughts of how she would sound as she took his thick cock.

He almost groaned himself as he watched his friend tremendous tits, which he had so recently violated, heaved again and again. She was on a mission again and he stood over her

His crotch not six inches from her face as she powered through press after press on the Bench


"Damn girl" he said a little more loudly then he had intended. His eyes going from her face, the quickly moving bar, and he heaving chest


"You are on some sort of mission today aren't you" he told her as he reached out to take the bar as soon as her strength and determination appeared to fail.

 

[oOMinxOo]

"Some sort of mission?" she strained as Lance assisted her in putting the bar back. "Yes. I am." She said curtly. She sat up, turned around and draped both legs over either side of the bench--she was spread eagle in front on him. The fabric her volleyball shorts was wet and clinging tightly to her plump pussy, she was almost spilling out the sides.

Sweat was dripping down her face and chest. She pulled Lance to her by his t-shirt and wiped her face off. "Weird," she commented "I wonder if this will dry white and crusty. I hope not. I am rather fond of this shirt on you" she said looking up at him devilishly. She bit her bottom lip, her eye contact not wavering and she watched him strain to keep his eyes on hers instead of her chest that was overflowing out of her sports bra.

"Will you give me a ride home? I need to take a shower. You can take one while you're there too. Then you can take me to lunch. I feel like you owe me." She said.

 

[shizzz]

He diligently attended her as she powered through a long set. She had the bar moving quickly and smoothly. Every time the bar lowered, her elbows dropped and her chest lifted up. Her full form tits billowed out, her rigid nipples nipples were painfully obvious. The. She would push the bar up, her arms would come up and force her hefty tits together. The severely low neckline put the cleavage on display wonderfully, and he couldn't help but recall how amazing that valley felt wrapped around his cock

He bit his lips through every rep

Finally he helped her set the bar back. Her reply made him smile


She sat up and swiveled around, putting her thighs on display, and he had to keep from examine her looks closer

His attention was jerked away as she pulled him close, and used his short to wipe her face

Her comment made him half paranoid she knew. But he had to play it off

"What?" He asked, having missed her question as a bead of sweat, shimmering in the light, slid down over one full curve and dove below the neckline

"Umm yeah" he answered as he recalled what she had said.

"I'm gonna start charging you a chauffeur fee soon" he said with a chuckle as he tugged his shirt out of her hands

"Come on let's get moving. I'm hungry" he said as he stepped away. Any closer to her any longer and his cock was gonna become very noticeable. Why did she constantly have to look so fucking fuckable, he grumbled under his breath as he stepped a pace or two away. Then he looked over his shoulder

Saw her spread eagled, sweaty, and delicious.

"I'll grab my bag and meet you out front" he said, practically running to get out of site before his cock grew any more

 

[oOMinxOo]

She couldn't help but feel turned on after having had her face so close to her cock. That's just the kind of girl she was. She wanted it. But she wasn't going to give it to him.

She met him out front and she followed him to her car. She decided a little tease on the ride home was required. She got into his vehicle and laid the seat all the way back. "I'm tired," she made the excuse.

She waited for Lance to start driving and as he did, she began her little game. "Ugh," she complained, "I just can't seem to get comfortable." She tugged on her shorts, down at first, but then pulled the waistband up, so tightly her camel toe was clearly visible. She took her hand and traced her fingers along the lips of her pussy, pretending is if Lance weren't even there. He should be concentrating on the road, right?

She parted the fabric between her lips and found the little lump that was her clit. She stroked it gently and sighed. "Nope, can't get comfortable" she said.

She released the waistband, but the little shorts stayed in place. She moved her hands up her body and to her breasts. She was still sweaty she her skin was slick. She slid her hands up under her sports bra and squeezed her tits hard and let another moan escape her lips, "God, my chest is so sore from the last few sets!"

She knew what she was doing, but she didn't care. He deserved it.

"Are we there yet?" she said playfully.

 

[shizzz]

"Hey you, cut that out" he said with a smile as he watched her basically masturbating in his car

He wasn't sure what she was up to, but his cock was hard and aching from her teasing

"If you don't cut that out I'm gonna have to start " he said as he gripped the bulge in his shorts



Soon they pulled up and he parked the car.

"Let's get washed up and go get a drink" he soda as he stepped out of the car, aching to feel those soft breasts on his shaft again.

 

[oOMinxOo]

"Oh, yes sir," she mocked, "so bossy!" She teacsed.
She stepped it of his car and felt the fabric on her ass, making sure the shorts were high enough so that all of her rotund hind end was visible.

She made sure she was walking in front of him and they headed up to his apartment. "Let's take the stares, or are you too sore, princess?" She smirked.

 

[shizzz]

He chuckled at her jab

"I'm fine. As long as you can keep your hands off yourself" he told her, just then seeing her pert ass cheeks hanging out of her shorts. He ached to give her a smack and a squeeze. Her cheeks looked delicious.

"Could you go any slower" he jibed as they headed up the stairs. He took the opportunity to openly ogle her ass

He was dying!

 

[oOMinxOo]

She inwardly smiled at his comment. Rather than speeding up, she abruptly bent over. Yoga had served her well as she feigned tying her tennis shoe. Her legs drew a long, sultry line up to her ass without even a slight bend at the knee.

She was hoping he wouldn't have time to stop, she wanted to feel him against her, but more so she wanted to feel how hard she had made him. She was certain he wanted to touch her and she just couldn't resist teasing him, especially in public. She knew that even if he did run into her, he couldn't do anything, right? I mean, they were right at the doorway, still on the sidewalk after all.