Another friendly encounter with a hottie

As they climb into the car, the cute tennis player still rubbing her ass (with her returned racket in her other hand) as her friend happily waved, your cum dripping down her cheeks, you move on though not before getting their numbers just for the hell of it.

It doesn't take long for you to stumble across another hottie. This time a woman probably in her late 30's, a shopping bag hanging from her hand.

"Hey there," you greet. She looks at you carefully but when your gazes meet hers softens. She doesn't seem as bothered by your presence, perhaps even welcoming it.

"Hello."

Man, she is hot, you think, eyes wandering down her nicely shaped body and freshly combed dark brown hair. In fact, why just think it. "You're hot," you say straight to her face, "do you mind?"

"Not at all," she waves as if to emphasize how little of a problem it was. "I like your honesty. That's something we could use more of these days."

You laugh. "Exactly." She got the picture. "Now," you continue, "tell me truthfully, how big are your tits?"

"Oh," she laughs along with you, gesturing to her chest. "These?" You nod. "DD's, if you must know."

A grin splits your face. "Niice. All natural?"

"That's right."

"Can you show them to me?"

Smiling, the woman nods. "Why, of course, dear." She pulls up her shirt with her free hand, then slips her breasts out from under her bra. "Thaat's the ticket," she says to herself, wiggling her chest slightly. "I don't know why I hadn't just done this when you first started talking to me."

"We'll never know," you agree as you plan your next move.