The sun blazed down on Casey as she stood in her living room, surrounded by a sea of discarded bikinis. Each one had been meticulously picked out and ordered online, all with the hope of finding one that could tame the monstrous curves that nature had so generously bestowed upon her. Yet, as she held up the latest failed attempt in front of her, the flimsy fabric barely stretching across her chest, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. Her voluptuous breasts, though a source of pride and envy, had once again proven to be a sartorial challenge that not even the most accommodating of swimwear could conquer. The doorbell rang, a timely interruption to her battle with the elastic limits of modern lingerie, and she sighed, her bosom heaving with resentment.
Wrapping a sheer robe around herself with a huff, Casey made her way to the door. She had no intention of letting anyone see her in this state of undress, even if her breasts threatened to spill out at any moment. The fabric clung to her damp skin, outlining the curves she had been so desperately trying to contain. She glanced through the peephole and saw the unassuming figure of the delivery man, a young man named Tom she had seen before. She took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the awkward encounter, and swung the door open.
Tom looked surprised for a moment, his eyes flickering downward before snapping back to her face. “Hi, I have a delivery for you,” he said, his voice a tad higher than usual. Casey stepped aside, allowing him to enter while she held the robe tightly to her chest. She felt his gaze linger on her barely contained assets before he averted his eyes and set the large cardboard box on the floor.
“Thanks,” she murmured, bending slightly to grab the box. The robe gaped open, revealing the tops of her breasts and a tantalizing amount of cleavage. She could feel the heat of his stare as his eyes followed her down and back up, and she couldn’t help the smug smile that tugged at her lips. “Could you help me with this?” she asked, gesturing to the box. “It looks like it’s got more of those… uh… things.”
Tom nodded, his eyes back on hers, and moved closer to her. “What seems to be the problem?” he asked, his voice a bit strained. She opened the box, and the two of them stared down at the mountain of bikinis, all in various sizes and styles, none of which had managed to do her justice. “They just don’t fit right,” she said, her voice laced with annoyance. “They’re either too small up here,” she gestured at her chest, “or they don’t cover my ass properly.” She turned to face him, her back to the box, and pulled the robe open, revealing her breasts in all their glory. “What do you think?”
Tom’s eyes widened as he took in the sight. He had never seen tits so big and beautiful up close before. He tried to form a coherent sentence but all that came out was a strangled cough. “I-I think I can help,” he managed to choke out, his eyes glazed over with lust. She handed him a bikini top, and his hands trembled slightly as he took it from her. “Let’s see if we can find one that fits,” he said, his voice cracking.
With shaking fingers, Tom carefully approached Casey, the bikini top in hand. She looked at him with a mix of amusement and anticipation, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. He stepped behind her, and she leaned back slightly, allowing him to get closer. As he reached around her to tie the bikini strings, his body brushed against her, sending a shiver down her spine. His hands, though clumsy with desire, were surprisingly gentle as he worked to fasten the garment.
Casey could feel his warm breath on her neck, and the bulge in his pants was unmistakable. She knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him. “There,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff. “It looks… tight, but it should hold.” She turned to face him, the bikini top barely containing her massive breasts. They strained against the fabric, and she could see the effort it was taking for him to maintain eye contact. “It’s still not right,” she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out slightly. “Could you maybe… tighten it a bit more?”
Tom’s eyes darted back to her chest, and he licked his lips before nodding. He stepped closer, his hands shaking as he reached for the strings again. His knuckles grazed the soft flesh of her breasts, and she couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her. She watched as he pulled and adjusted, his eyes never leaving her cleavage. The fabric stretched taut, and she felt her nipples harden against the fabric. “Is that better?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Almost,” she responded, her voice breathy. “But I think it needs just a little more.” She took a step closer to him, her breasts now dangerously close to his face. “Could you… I don’t know, use your… face to make sure it’s really tight?” The suggestion hung in the air between them, thick with tension. Tom’s eyes widened, and she could see the realization dawn on his face. He looked up at her, his pupils dilated with lust.
With a trembling hand, Tom reached out and gripped the strings, his thumbs brushing against her neck. He leaned in, his face mere inches from her chest. She watched as he took a deep breath, his eyes closing as he took in her scent. He paused for a moment, savoring the moment, before pressing his face into the deep valley between her breasts. The warmth of his skin against hers sent a jolt through her body, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. He pushed and pulled, the fabric digging into her flesh, until the bikini top was as tight as it could possibly go without cutting off her circulation.
When he pulled away, a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, and he looked at her with a mix of awe and desire. “How’s that?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. “Perfect,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his. “But I think we might need to… test it out.” Without waiting for his response, she reached for the strings and began to untie the top. His eyes widened even further as her breasts spilled out, the bikini falling to the floor. “Let’s see if it can handle a… more… vigorous… activity.” She stepped closer to him, her bare chest pressing against his shirt. “Do you think you’re up for the challenge?”
Tom’s heart raced as he nodded, his hands moving of their own accord to cup her breasts. They were even heavier and softer than he had imagined, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. He leaned in, his mouth finding her neck as he kissed and nibbled the sensitive skin there. Casey’s breath hitched, and she leaned back into his embrace, her hands finding the waistband of his shorts. She could feel his hardness growing against her stomach, and she couldn’t resist the urge to touch him.
With a swift move, she unbuttoned his shorts and reached inside, her hand wrapping around his thick, hot length. He groaned into her ear, his hips jerking forward in response. She began to stroke him slowly, savoring the feel of his cock in her hand. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer, his thumbs brushing against the fabric of her bikini bottoms. “I want to taste you,” he murmured against her skin, and she shivered at the thought. She nodded, her breath coming in shallow pants as she dropped to her knees, her hand still wrapped around his cock.
Tom’s eyes rolled back in his head as she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper. He could feel her breasts against his legs, and he reached down to squeeze them, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He pulled her up, his cock still rock hard, and turned her so that she was leaning against the wall. He stepped back, taking in the sight of her, her breasts jiggling slightly with every breath she took. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice hoarse with need.
Her cheeks flushed, Casey looked up at him with hooded eyes. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “Now, I want to feel you inside me.” He didn’t need any further encouragement. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her stomach, and hooked his thumbs into the sides of her bikini bottoms. With one swift motion, he pulled them down, revealing her bare, wet pussy. He groaned, unable to believe his luck. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. “Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.
Casey nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “More than ready,” she replied, her voice a seductive whisper. He pushed into her, inch by glorious inch, until he was fully sheathed in her warmth. They both moaned in unison, the pleasure intense and all-consuming. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm that had her clinging to him. Her nails dug into his back as she met him, her breasts bouncing with every movement. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their gasps and moans.
The tension between them grew, each stroke bringing them closer and closer to the edge. Casey could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around him. She leaned back, her breasts thrusting outwards, and Tom took the opportunity to lean down and capture one in his mouth, suckling on her nipple as he fucked her. The sensation was too much, and she came with a scream, her body convulsing around him. He followed soon after, his seed spurting onto her face as he pulled out, his orgasm intense and all-consuming.
The two of them stood there for a moment, panting and trembling, before Tom stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. “I guess I’ll just have to come back when you need more… assistance,” he said, his voice tinged with humor. Casey couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from her chest. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said, wiping the cum from her cheek. “But next time, maybe wear something that won’t get in the way.” They shared a knowing smile, the chemistry between them palpable. As Tom redressed and left, Casey couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, her bikini woes had led to something much more satisfying than she ever could have dreamed!
Call Casey!
