I got teased off by the hottest woman [M24/F25ish] [cheating] [handjob] [tits]

Astrid is tall, busty, and beautiful. She’s wearing a patterned skintight jumpsuit which leaves zero uncertainty as to her sexy perfection. She walks through the door from the patio with a sanguine grace, hips sashaying and chest bouncing. She’s precise, planning each catlike step through the room, past Dan, her boyfriend, asleep on the recliner. Around Levi, Dan’s cousin and my best friend, asleep on the loveseat.

And up to me.

I stare up at her. I can’t not but stare. Her platinum blonde hair is pulled back in a tight bun, and as she looks down at me, laying out on the cabin’s couch, it’s over her considerable chest. My gaze slides down her frame, over her flat belly, her slender waist, to where her legs meet. The thin fabric of her jumpsuit is pulled tight into her pussy.

My breath catches.

“You like?” she says, running her hands up her sides.

“Uh-huh,” I nod dumbly.

She smiles and walks away. I stare at her curvy, round ass, daydreaming… She pauses, turning her head over her shoulder to look at me as if I’m an idiot. “Are you coming?”

My gaze automatically swivels to Dan, still asleep on the chair.

“He won’t know,” Astrid says. It’s fucked up… but I don’t care.

The three of us — Dan, Levi, and myself — were up early this morning, taking the rowboat out fishing on the lake. I’d done most of the rowing, while the cousins had done most of the drinking, and now they’re passed out. I don’t mind, I’m the quiet sort anyway, and I’m content to spend my afternoon by myself.

Or, I was. I get up, careful to make as little noise as possible, and follow Astrid down the hall. She leads me up the stairs, her hips carving the sexiest curving trails for me to follow. I’m a head taller than her and my shoulders are twice her width, but she is clearly the master, me the puppy dog trailing after.

Her footfalls make barely a sound, her delicate toes curving with each careful step. The jumpsuit flares out around her ankles, swishing as she moves. And then she stops.

I look up, see we’ve reached the loft. Sweeping views of the lake and forest surround the space, but Dan and Levi sleep just below. She places a finger across her lips, “Shhh,” gesturing that I should enter.

I whisper, “What–”

“Shhh,” she repeats, cutting me off, tracing her fingertip along my arm muscles, “Take off your shirt.”

I’m wearing a simple black t-shirt, and I pull it off over my head, tossing it aside.

She smiles, feasting on my built frame, my bulky shoulders. “Your shorts.”

Now, I don’t just strip for anyone who asks. But Astrid, well… I’d only met her yesterday. Levi’d told me his uncle had a cabin we could use, that he had this cousin, Dan, who would be there to help us out. Astrid was a surprise for both of us — Dan’s new girlfriend. Hanging off his side, all cleavage and curves and coy smiles, I’d done my best to pretend I wasn’t overwhelmingly attracted to her. But she knew. Why else would she send me those smirks, those winks?

I thought she was just teasing me — the young, quiet boy incapable of restraining his obvious infatuation. Yet, here I am now, and she’s instructing me to strip naked while her boyfriend is passed out drunk below.

So, yes, I take off my shorts. My dick hangs, nervous and limp, between my sinewy thighs, and she does a slow orbit of me, gaze passing over every inch of me, like she’s taking a 3D scan with her eyes.

“Sit,” she points at the daybed.

I sit.

She perches on my lap, straddling me, large tits pressed into my collar. She tilts her chin up, looking down at me over her high cheekbones. I feel like so much putty, ready for her to mold. She wears brown lipstick, just a shade darker than her skin color, with matching eyeshadow and blush. It is, of course, immaculate in its application.

There are small buttons running down the front of her jumpsuit. I don’t notice them until she begins popping them open. The taut material springs wider with each undone button, massive cleavage coming into existence right before my face, inch by careful inch.

Now, through careful observation of her outfits, I’ve already built a fairly thorough understanding of what Astrid’s tits must look like. Yesterday, when we’d arrived, her chest was nearly spilling out of her baggy t-shirt. Dan had been nearly naked, as well, and if Levi and I had needed any other confirmation as to what they’d previously been up to, Astrid greeted us saying, “Sorry if I’m a bit flush, I just had the most amazing orgasm.”

Then, in the afternoon, when she laid out under the parasol, it was in glacier-white bikini which merely cupped her breasts, holding them out. When she caught me looking, she’d rolled towards me, squeezing and bouncing her tit with a mischievous grin.

And at dinner, in a low-cut green dress, braless, nipples announcing themselves through the fabric for anyone who cared to look. And I cared.

But here, now, in the bright afternoon light, the ceiling fan spinning lazily above us, as Astrid’s fingers slowly dance down the front of her skintight jumpsuit, flicking open that final, most critical button, and her chest springs free from the fabric, no amount of daydreaming could have prepared me for the real thing.

Her tits are beautiful. Full and round, large and perky, with flawless skin and hard pink nipples, I am submerged in lust. I nuzzle them, pulling her into me, slickening them with my tongue, worshiping them with my lips.

She watches me with an amused smirk, unconcerned by the religious experience I’m having. But as she shifts on my lap, I realize my cock is pressing against her. I grab her waist, pulling our hips together, my dick pushing towards its goal through the jumpsuit.

But she pulls back with a wink.

I’m stymied, frustrated, despondent. Only for a moment, though, as I realize what’s coming next. Astrid slides to the floor in front of me, kneeling between my thighs, stroking my stiff cock. She guides it to her chest, rubbing my glans across her nipple before sliding it down into her cleavage. Her hands cup her breasts, squeezing them together, and she begins pumping me up and down between them.

I’ve never fucked a girl’s tits before, never thought it was something I’d be interested in. But wow, was I wrong. Seeing my fat cock throb as it grinds against her smooth skin — feeling her soft, perfect tits wrap around my shaft — I am at peak hardness. The slow tease goes on and on, and each time the head of my cock emerges into view from between her glorious breasts, I know it’s closer to cumming.

Her gaze is locked on mine. She watches my descent into ecstasy, studies me as I suck down breaths, struggle to keep my jaw from hanging slack.

She is tireless, unfaltering in her dedication to her task. Over and over again, my rock-hard cock juts through her cleavage, rubs its obscene self against her glorious rack. Pre-cum drips from me, smears down my shaft, wets her tits. She smiles at me, knowing and mocking, delighting at how simply are my needs met, how content I am merely to grind against her chest.

And I am. I’m mesmerized, entranced by the rhythmic jiggling of her breasts against my cock, the sexiness of her perky and pink nipples. I need so badly to cum on them, to paint them with my spunk, to see her tits drip with my seed. Each stroke brings me closer, makes me pant harder with desire, makes me groan with lust. My dick surges.

“I’m so close,” I whisper. It hasn’t been long, I know, but this is so intensely erotic, and I so badly need this release, that I don’t care.

She winks at me, pumps my cock one, two, three more times, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. But then she pulls back, the impish, mocking grin back on her face teasing me.

“Please!” I beg.

She reaches out, cups my balls.

It’s fantastic, her touch, but I need more. I whimper.

She runs her arm under her tits, pushing them out, pinching a nipple.

“Please!” I say again, unable to form any other word.

With one hand, she squeezes my balls. With the other, she runs a single fingertip in light circles around my glans.

And that’s all it takes. I groan through gritted teeth as a geyser of cum sprays from my cock and high into the air. Thick white ropes paint my belly while messy globs ooze down my shaft. The cum keeps flowing, eager for release. Astrid giggles.

“You’re fun to tease,” she says, standing up and turning away. She buttons up her chest as she walks away, her ass swaying, not bothering to glance backwards. I whimper and watch her leave as my cock goes limp against my belly in a pool of its own release.

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