Shannon was a hot-blooded one. She wasn’t much over 5’4” and didn’t fit into the petite category. She was more in with the chubby crowd, but her tits. Fucking awesome. I’d guess double-D or even E cup. They hung from her chest just so and swayed to and fro as she moved. Her ass had a nice shape too, round and firm. She loved to show it off by wearing stretch pants without panties. Her chocolate-redish hair swirled down past her shoulders and framed her round face. She loved to wear red fuck-me lipstick to accentuate her full puffy lips. She was a confident, take no shit, sexually liberated woman. Who loved to fuck.
The first night we hooked up, I had been out to a bar with some coworkers and she was there with some friends. You couldn’t help noticing her in a crowd. She was wearing a wine colored velvet jacket that buttoned at her waist and couldn’t contain her rack. Her cleavage wasn’t spilling out everywhere, though. She had her boobs contained in a black bralette that displayed them softly covered in lace. Teasing yet classy. I know she caught me staring at her many times.