Further teasing

"Here let me help" John says, his hands shooting to her tits before she even has a chance to grab them herself.

"No I -hey!" The overweight girl cries as she feels John's hands start to kneed her tits. "Stop!"

John responds by lifting her left breast as high as he can, it stretches well above her head, and pulling her shirt outwards. Dropping her breast, he watches as it falls into her shirt and bounces around wildly. John was so mesmerized by the sight that by the time her turns his focus to her other breast he finds that she is already stuffing it back into her shirt.

"You shouldn't touch girls without their permission..." She says meekly in a vain attempt to stand up for herself.

"You touched me without my permission" John says pointing to his thigh.

"That's different, I-" She meets John's harsh glare "... I'm sorry. I'm just afraid of flying sometimes."

"Consider us even. Well not even, since I still have to sit next to your fat ass for this whole flight. But at least I got something good out of it." John laughs as he places his hand on her boob and jiggles it.

"Please-" She timidly replies as she pushes John's hand away. John slaps her hand and continues his groping. "I... I'll scream"

"Why? So everyone can see what a slut you are having your tits fondled by a random stranger? What's a big titted slut like you doing without a bra anyway? These puppies must be giving you back problems for sure."

"I'm not a slut." She's back to holding back tears now.

"Sure. You just wear a skirt that doesn't even cover your ass because it's comfortable. And you don't like guys ogling your bouncing tits, no you just don't wear a bra to save doing the laundry." John reaches his hand into her shirt and finds her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Security took it. The under wire kept setting off the alarm and they said I couldn't take it on board."

"I bet it took pure titanium to restrain this puppies. What size are they?"

"38P" she whispers.

"God damn! 38P! P for perfect" John says as he lifts her left breast out of her shirt and continues pinching her nipple in the open. For a fraction of a second John sees a flash of a smile cross her face at the mention of the word 'perfect' and he pulls hard on her nipple. Hard enough to produce a squeel. "Just kidding, you're a fucking pig. Truth is I find you disgusting, I'm only doing this to make sure your flight is as miserable as mine." Her tears are flowing now. John was concerned her sobs may draw the attention of the other passengers, but just then there was an announcement from the stewardess.

"Attention passengers, the use of approved electronics such as laptops are now permitted."

As if on que everybody on the plane took out a pair of headphones and put them in.