As if!

"Hi, Meat", Candy said, blushinhg, as she stood next to him. Meat was standing with his cardboard sign again. When he noticed her, his face lit up with a Cheshire cat grin. Looking right towards her chest, he said "Now lookie here! It's my busty white tittygirl Candy!" Meat's grin widened as he stepped closer, his large hand cupping her breast through the coat. "Ah, these funbags are just as I remember them," he growled, his fingers squeezing roughly. Candy's cheeks flushed deeply, her eyes darting around to ensure no one was watching, though the street was nearly deserted. She bit her lip, a mix of embarrassment and arousal stirring within her as she was groped so openly. "When I had a blast with them yesterday, they weren't this much covered though. What's up with all these layers girly?!," he continued with furrowed brows, his voice low and teasing, as he gave her breast another firm honk. Candy's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. Despite the risk of being seen, she couldn't deny the excitement his touch ignited.

Meat's grip tightened around her breast as she struggled to keep her voice steady. "I... I... I need to talk with you privately," she whispered urgently, her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and desire. The parking lot offered a fragile veil of privacy, her car a meager shield against prying eyes, but she couldn't risk being seen. Meat's laughter rumbled deep in his chest, his breath hot against her ear. "Oh, Candy, you need it private? You want what I got for you in private again?"

Candy's eyes widened as Meat's hand brushed against her nipple, the sudden touch sending a shiver down her groin. She tried to step back, but his grip was firm, his fingers twisting her nipple gently, causing a mix of pain and pleasure. "I need you to meet me, somewhere discreet," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling. Meat chuckled, his breath warm against her ear, and tugged harder on her nipple. "Oh, I can 'meat' you somewhere real discreet," he growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How about your husband's bed? It's been quite some time since I've had a taste of you on that."

Meat's hands moved with a practiced urgency, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Candy's coat as his right hand slid up her turtleneck. The fabric bunched around his wrist as he sought her naked titflesh, his calloused palm scraping against her skin. Her nipple hardened beneath his touch, and he tugged on it roughly, drawing a sharp moan from her lips. Candy's hand clamped over her mouth, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire as she glanced around the empty street. "Meat, please," she whispered urgently, her voice trembling. "Not out here, someone might see."

Meat's voice was low and commanding as he instructed, "Ok then. Get in your car, fast. Drive me to a KFC first. I need some energy after what you did to me yesterday. You've drained me, girl." He winked, his thick fingers twisting her puffy nipple again before releasing her. Candy's cheeks burned as she nodded, her body responding involuntarily to his touch. She quickly got into the driver's seat of her car, the steering wheel cold under her trembling hands. Meat slid into the passenger seat, his massive frame filling the space. As soon as the car started moving, his hand reached over, cupping her breast through her coat again.