Brigitte doesn't make a move

How could she? It was simply too embarrassing. Brigitte returned to her apartment alone that night. Living alone meant she could strip down naked right in the living room, and regularly walked around the house butt naked, much to the delight of any neighbours that caught a peek.

Her enormous, H cup breasts jiggled freely as she walked, a major annoyance in her daily life. Brigitte wished they were smaller. A C cup would still look nice and be much less of a hassle. She headed straight for the bathroom for a much needed shower. When her hands reached her lower body, she felt her knees go weak just from brushing across her clitoris.

"Gosh, what is wrong with me today?" Brigitte inserted two fingers into her cunt and sought out her G spot. She held on the the wall with one hand as she proceeded to finger herself silly, her mind replaying the image of Jacob's cock. With a loud moan she came, spraying the bathroom tiles with her ejaculate. Exhausted, she sat down on the floor and quietly enjoyed the shower falling upon her body.

*Jacob's perspective*

Brigitte only seemed to look even sexier as the night went on. Was this his beer goggles in effect? It looked like her usually prominent nipples were jutting out even more, and her pale skin was flushed. Jacob occasionally caught wafts of something sweet and alluring.

Things became even weirder when he could almost feel a hand, and then a mouth, on his cock, almost as if he was in a dream. There was clearly nothing touching him. It made Jacob far hornier than usual, and even after relieving himself once in the grimy toilet his erection did not subside.

Jacob was almost relieved when Brigitte left. He honestly thought he would lost control had the night continued. At home, he took out her panties again and jerked off into them.