“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked as I sat down on the edge of the bed. “Hey! My eyes are up here, loser.”
“Oh,” he said. “Sorry. It’s just…your top. It’s kind of see-through.”
“So?” I asked, looking down at myself, the dark circle of my nipples visible through the cheap fabric of my camisole. “I’m getting ready for bed, not going on a fashion parade.”
“Yeah, but…” He shrugged, his eyes flicking down to my chest again. “Don’t you care that I can see your…” He waved his hand in the direction of my chest. “You know…”
“Tits?” I finished for him. I shrugged. “I mean, not really. Do you?”
“I…” He swallowed. “I guess not.”
“Good. Because if we’re sharing a room then you better get used to it.”
“I guess…” He cleared his throat. “I suppose I thought that when we planned this trip you’d be wearing more clothes than…well…just panties and a bra.”
“For sleeping? Hell no.” I looked down at myself again. “I want to be comfortable, dude. Don’t you?”
“Yeah, true.”
“You’re lucky I’m wearing anything at all.”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. I rolled my eyes.
“Dude, you haven’t seen anything yet. Imagine if I did this...”
I gripped the hem of the top and pulled it taut, all the way down to my thighs, the fabric stretching even thinner and my cleavage bulging out of the top. I enhanced the effect further by pushing my boobs together with my forearms and bouncing on the bed, pulling an ahegao face; tongue out and eyes crossed.
“Fucking hell,” he said, watching me bounce.
I stopped bouncing and grinned.
“You should see your face!” I laughed. “You look like you’re about to bust!”
“Hey, shut up!” he said, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at me. “I’m not!”
I let go of my top, the fabric springing back into position as I caught his projectile. “Could have fooled me! I bet you’re hard as fuck!”
“Ew!” he protested. “No way, dude!”
“Yeah, right.”
We lapsed into silence for a moment and I looked at the TV on the wall. On it, a man in a long coat entered a room and started pacing. He seemed to be some sort of detective; dusting the room for prints and lifting items at random. I don’t know what show it was, but it looked like a boring way to spend the evening.
“Soooo…” I said, turning to him. “What do you want to do now? Want to watch me touch them?”
“Shut up,” he said, indignant. “Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not. I’m serious.”
To show him just how serious I was being, I flopped backward onto the bed, maintaining eye contact with him as I did it, my big boobs rebounding from the sudden motion of it. I reached into the fabric and lifted them into a slightly higher position, my nipples making the fabric tent. I pulled my camisole up slightly, exposing my tummy.
“It could be fun?” I pressed, rocking from side to side gently. “I could show you how they move and bounce and hang. Like a videogame.” I giggled. “You know, like boob physics.”
“Boob physics…” he repeated, staring at me. “Fuck. You know we shouldn’t be doing this…”
“I know,” I said, already touching them. “Forbidden boob physics, then.”
I pinched my nipples through the shirt and pulled them upwards, turning my boobs into temporary points and then letting them drop back against me, the flesh and the fat rippling against my chest. I looked at him and smiled. “See? Looks like fun, right?”
“Maybe,” he said, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Does that not hurt?”
“Damn,” I laughed, sitting up and grinning at him. “You’re such a loser! You don’t know anything about boobs, do you?!”
“Fuck you!”
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you!”
I lunged for him, grabbing his arms and wrestling him down. He fought back, but it was half-hearted, and before long I found myself straddling him, my legs spread as I pinned him down on the bed beneath me. He grabbed my thighs and I jumped up and down slightly, making my tits bounce, my cleavage bulging out of the top. As we fought, his efforts pulled the fabric even tighter—tight enough that the upper part of the fabric came down just enough to reveal the tops of my areola.
“This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” I said, still bouncing slightly. “Me, on top of you with my nipples on display through my T-shirt…”
“Ew, no!” he said, smoothing his hands up my legs and round to my ass, gripping it so hard I yelped. “Gross!”
“Bullshit!” I said. “If you hate this so much, then why are you still watching?” With my hands on his shoulders, I turned my torso from side to side, making my boobs bounce and rebound against each other, their size and heaviness even more obvious when they were in motion. “See? Still watching! You love forbidden boob physics…”
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“There’s that word again,” I said, gyrating my hips slightly. “Oh, what’s that I can feel? Something hard? You must have something else on your mind…”
“Ugh, you’re so annoying.” He squeezed my ass again, pretending to buck me off, pretending his cock wasn’t throbbing. “Get off!”
“Whatever,” I said, unpinning his shoulders and making him watch as I gave my boobs another squeeze over the fabric, slowly this time, really letting him observe how overfilled my fingers were. He didn’t say anything and so I did it again, gasping a little this time, feeling how hard my nipples were. He watched silently as I played with myself, and I felt my cheeks redden under his gaze.
But I refused to be the one to stop first, and so I continued to squeeze and pull and press, fighting to stop my hips from gyrating of their own accord. After all, all that separated us now was his shorts and my panties.
His cock throbbed against me again. He opened his mouth as if he was going to speak and then closed it again.
“What?” I asked, still touching myself.
“Can…can I try it?”
I stopped squeezing and tilted my head to the side. “What? Are you asking to feel my tits?”
He nodded.
“Oh.” Surprised by his boldness, I leaned forward, rising up onto my knees, lifting my ass up into the air and hanging my boobs over his face. They almost filled the space between us entirely, my cleavage bulging and the thin straps of my camisole pulled taut as if threatening to snap under the strain of them. I grinned. “No.”
I flopped down onto him, pushing my boobs down into his face and holding them there, burying his face between them. He pretended to struggle, but I could feel him pushing himself deeper, and I pushed the mound of my pussy against him.
“Ew!” I said, pulling back and sitting up. “Did you just lick them!?”
“Maybe,” he said as I readjusted myself, my nipples so hard that every bump was visible through the thin top. I lowered myself back into position between his legs, my ass pressing into his thighs, his cock throbbing beneath me. “Are you angry at me?”
“Oh, I’m angry,” I said, pushing myself down on him, feeling my lips part beneath my panties and his cock throb between my lips. “And just for that, I’m going to make you watch me even more…”
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Nice prelude again 👍🏻 jumping right into teasing probably means it's getting fucking hot very fast😁 I'm excited to read how this will go on🤗