[F] Have you ever been distracted by a girl’s tits you forgot to get paid?

TL/DR: I cock teased my Weed Guy by flashing my tits. As a WG, does this happen to you? Have you ever gotten so distracted by tits you forgot to get paid?

Last night I was scoring from my Weed Guy. I’d been hot and horny with a slow drip all day, so I felt like being a total cock tease. I put on a thin clingy tank top, no bra and my hoodie. Tight yoga pants with no panties.

Right before I went downstairs to meet him, I splashed cold water onto my tits. The low-cut tank clung to my perky ample breasts, the rise and curves clearly visible through the flimsy material. My erect nipples poked through invitingly. Nothing was left to the imagination.

I covered up with my hoodie for the walk from my apt, past the concierge out to where my guy was parked. I was nervous and a little embarrassed by my slutty behavior, but fuck, I was so horny I didn’t care. I needed some male attention. As I approached the car, I spread that jacket wide open.

He was on the passenger side, and said “Hey, what’s up,” rolling his window down. I smiled brightly and replied, “Hey, how are you?” resting my forearms on the door ledge. I held my shoulders back, putting my chest directly in his eyeline. High AF, his droopy eyes widened as he zeroed in on my tits.

I made a comment about his different car and he vaguely responded, “Yeah, I have a driver tonight.” He waved his hand distractedly at his friend alongside, while still checking out my rack. My eyes flitted from WG’s hungry stare to his driver, letting WG’s eyes wander while my attention went elsewhere.

The driver looked up from his phone, disinterested, and said, “Hey.” I watched his eyes dance from my eyes, to my face then….zoomed in on my tits.

I smiled real friendly, and responded, “Hey, nice to meet you.” I looked away so he wouldn’t think I had caught him checking out my tits, but I could feel his eyes on me as I turned my attention back to WG. “I’m excited to try this,” I said sweetly.

He looked at me confused for a second and then said, “Oh yeah, yeah it’s fire.” He stretched in his seat, his eyes bouncing between my tits and my smile. His bearded tough-guy face blushed.

At that moment, I knew his dick was getting hard. Stretching is dead giveaway. He weakly waved at the bag in his lap, but before he could get it together to hand it off to me, I leaned deep into the car instead.

They both got an amazing view right down my shirt while I reached for the bag. I felt my tits swinging in the soft night air. My dark pink nipples were flushed and hard, exposed to their stare. His leg jumped a bit as I softly brushed my fingers against his thigh, plucking the sack from his lap. I stealthed it into my hoodie pocket, switched it for the cash, and held the flow close to his crotch.

They were both staring: silent, hungry, skin flushed, eyes shiny. There was a long pause. I held my position, leaning forward, tits on display. I watched the emotions play over their faces: surprise, desire, arousal, questioning if I knew, if I could tell, feeling a little ashamed for objectifying such a nice girl…predominantly? Desire.

I briefly imagined what it would be like to have them both fucking me, pawing, naked and primal, tightly pressed between them. While I kept up my sweet, innocuous smile, my skin burned and my pussy trembled, dripping.

The pause was getting really long, and I didn’t want them to feel uncomfortable, so I casually said, “150, right?”

“What?” WG replied, startled. He finally looks up from my tits to my face, and to then my hand hovering so near his lap. He says, “Uuuummmm.” He was prolly thinking about me jerking him off, with my palm so close to his dick.

“150” I repeated. “The same as always?” I added. I waved the money in my hand.

“Oh, right!” he responds, stumbling. I stroked his fingers lightly as he took the cash and repeated, “Yes, yeah. $150. Yeah.” He didn’t even count, but clutched it all jumbled up in a tight fist.

I realized then, “This guy was so focused on my tits he forgot about getting paid!!” LOL.

Of course, at that moment an old couple walking their dog interrupts us from behind the car. The nice little old lady greets us, “Good evening.” I straightened up and turned a bit so the jacket blocked the old couples view while still giving the guys a good look. I politely replied “good evening” back.

WG, Driver and I exchange a look and started laughing at the poor old lady’s ignorance. “Okay,” I managed. “I’m sure you guys have other places to be.” I wished them a good night and we parted.

Back home, I was sooooo fucking wet!!!! My poor yoga pants were a mess.

I had to wonder, does this happen to weed guys on the regular? Do you have clients who cock tease? Or clients that openly flirt or f wit you?

Have you ever been so distracted by a girls rack that you forget to get paid?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8yoecu/f_have_you_ever_been_distracted_by_a_girls_tits