Post college, I matched with S on a dating app. She was my type to a T. Died red hair that matched her freckled, porcelain skin, a round ass built by the gym that looked amazing in a pair of jeans and even better out of them and those tits. Oh my god those tits. D-cups that were always on display for anyone blessed with sight.
S had tended bar at damn near half the places in the city by the time we met. She suggested we grab a drink and I was more than happy to follow her from bar to bar on a warm Friday night. She wore a cream crop top that put her ample cleavage on full display and a pair of wildly colored elephant pants that hugged her ass in the most amazing way. If you’re not familiar with elephant pants, give it a quick Google and keep in mind that the fabric is generally just slightly thicker than a Kleenex.