Give it a good suck

Realizing you don't have much time, you glance over at Emily (still reading) and lower your mouth to gently kiss her nipple. Sarah shudders as your tongue flicks at the hardening tip, and you hear her hold back a moan as your mouth inhales her breast. Sarah grunts as you tongue the nipple while its in your mouth, loving the feel of it pressing against you. You can hardly contain your excitement. Sarah's always exuded a straightforward sexuality, but your love of breasts has never been met with the same enthusiasm. Now you've met a woman that pulled out her big boob for you, and is letting you have your way with her. You try to keep quiet but our cock is instantly hard as you work over Sarah's exposed breast, gently sucking and licking so s not to attract attention. Your mind keeps track of the fact that you are on an airplane, however, and you eventually pull away, leaving Sarah's exposed nipple hard and sensitive.

Sarah glances down at her hard nipple, and taking a deep breath reaches over with her other hand and pulls the big breast out of the bra cup. She grunts as it flops over he arm of the chair a little, slightly draping your arm. You feel your cock twitch as you lean in again, taking more of her breast into your mouth. This time, you are far more aggressive, though still quiet as you pull at her soft flesh with your mouth. Sarah's hand comes to your head and keeps you sucking, her gentle sighs telling you she's enjoying the attention you're giving to her succulent tit. You wish you had more time, but you finally realize that discretion might be called for here. You let the big boob pop out of your mouth, giving it a gentl squeeze before smiling at Sarah.

Sarah gently puts her tit away, and her breathing slows quickly as she takes some steadying breaths. “I was right about you,” she murmurs. “You are a bona fide tit guy. Lucky me. At least I know I can keep your interest.” You lean back, and you reach for her hand. Sarah's never been sentimental, but she certainly doesn't pull away, which you take as a good sign. She glances at you, her face neutral. You have a good feeling about Sarah, her hand in yours even as her breast spills out over your arm.

“You've always had my interest,” you tell her. A smile creeps up and even as she rolls her eyes she can't keep the grin off her face.

“Sap,” she sighs. “I hope the other two didn't see you sucking on my big boob,” she says quietly. “On the other hand, if they did, you could probably just pull one out and suck it whenever you want this weekend. Oh. You're going to love my pajamas” she adds. “I think this week is going to be fun. Except for the work. I've already tried to forget it's a work trip,” she sighs. “Oh well. I have a good idea about my night time entertainment” she says, winking at you.

“For all of my teasing, and there will be more,” she says, and her tone changes, though she's grinning. “I'm curious as to why now. I've been flaunting these at you since you got to the office. I just figured I'd get the occasional stare, but I had no idea... what's up with that?”

“Honestly,” you tell her, “I'm obviously really taken with them,” you say gesturing toward her cleavage, and Sarah gives a tight smile. “But I wanted to get to know you first. All of you, though you were definitely the easiest.” Sarah smiles and rubs your thigh.

“I probably still am,” she whispers. You groan and Sarah glances down. “Wow. I imagine I'm somewhat responsible for that,” she says her eyes locked on the bulge in your pants. “I'd apologize, but I love doing it.” You swallow, and Sarah notices. “Get yourself good and worked up for me, John.” You nod. “I'm sorry, I interrupted your story. What else were you going to say?”

It takes you a long moment to compose yourself, and Sarah waits patiently, a wry smile on her face the entire time. You glance at her brown eyes, which are sparkling; she's really enjoying this. “When we got to know each other, you seemed really cool, and I wasn't really in the position to ask someone out. You talked about these guys you'd go out with, so I figured I didn't have a shot.” Sarah looks surprised.

“Oh wow. Those were all people I used to hang with from my old school. They stuck around, so we'd get together for shows. I hooked up with a couple of them, but I honestly haven't had a steady relationship in about a year,” she tells you.

“Can I ask you something personal?” you ask. Sarah laughs.

“I like having my cards on the table, John,” she says. “Unless you screw something up in the next four hours, there is little chance you won't know everything you want to know by the time we get to the house.” You feel you have to ask.

“What's happening in four hours?” you ask.

“That's my estimate on when we'll get to the house and I'll take care of that delicious looking hard on for you,” she says bluntly. “So ask your question.”

You are stunned, but somehow manage to get it out. “When's the last time you had sex?” Sarah lets the question linger, and a wicked smile crosses her face.

“With a man or a woman?” she asks innocently. You don't know why you didn't expect that, but you realize the next four hours are going to be interesting. “I won't tell you who,” she says. “But about two weeks ago. Friend with benefits thing,” she promises. “Tested, safe. I do take that seriously,” she adds.

“How about you?” Sarah asks. You count, and then shrug.

“Six months ago.” Sarah's eyes go wide.

“Wow,” she says. “Was it lack of interest?” You shoot her a baleful look and she raises her hand. She's leaned over to talk, and now you have an excellent view as both of her breasts try to explode from the lingerie. She watches your glance. “Not on your part, anyway,” she laughs, and you can't help but laugh with her.

You talk the rest of the way, and the flight goes by quickly. You get up and help the ladies with their luggage, largely because your bag was in first and theirs have slid into the way. You make it seem far more chivalrous than it is, however, and follow the girls to the luggage collection and hen to the care rental. As you wait, Emily offers to drive, and since no one knows the area better, a general consensus is reached.

Beth steps forward, and you can't help notice her casual dress again. he looks good in jeans and a t-shirt, your realize. She looks a bit tentative, but then calls shotgun. “I tend to get sick. You guys don't mind?” You and Sarah shake your head. You each grab your luggage and start lugging it toward the car. You walk in step with Sarah, whose jiggling tits keep drawing your attention. She grins as she sees your leers.

“Been a while since a guy felt so comfortable objectifying me,” she whispers. You start, and Sarah glances up at you. “I don't mind you staring, John. We'll talk more when we get to the house. Just enjoy the show on the way,” she tells you, laughing.

You help the ladies put their luggage in the car, then pile into the back seat. Sarah's put the seat belt right between her cleavage, and as you get in, she pushes her tits together around it. “I hope she hits some bumps for your sake,” she whispers. Your eyes go wide, and Sarah smiles obviously pleased to shock you.

Emily looks down at the clock. “We'll be there in an hour, but there's a grocery store fifteen minutes out of our way about halfway there. Do we want to stop so we can just unpack and go to dinner?”