He is a bit of a breast man

Felicity can hardly look up as he offers her body to the delivery guy like this. But even with the embarrassment of being on display in this way, she knows she is also excited, that she wants this guy to touch her, to be aroused by her body. But above all, she wants him, the man sitting there watching, to be pleased with her and what she is allowing to be done to her.

“Like seriously man, you don’t mind, I can just feel her?” the guy asks as he looks up and down Felicity. His eyes seem to come to rest on her chest, and whilst Felicity always worries that her breasts are a little small, this guy seems to be enjoying the look of them.

“Of course, why else would I have her waiting there naked for you. Now go on, get your hands on her, anywhere you like.” As he is encouraging the driver, he is also relaxing back on the sofa, one pizza box already open on his lap as he tears a slice out and starts to eat it as he looks over to where Felicity is still standing statuette waiting to find out where this guy is about to touch her.

“Those boobs look fucking amazing” the guy mumbles as he reaches a nervous hand up. He pauses, clearly still worried this is all some sort of set up, but as he looks towards the man on the sofa, he simply gets a nod of consent, and that seems all he needs to allow his hand to move the rest of the way.

The first touch is soft, grazing over her nipple, as if testing the ground. But even that is enough to make Felicity let out a little gasp, her nipples instantly erect and needing more attention. Seconds later, the hand returns, and this time it’s to cup one of her small breasts, his large hand covering the whole globe as he just lets his hand rest on top of it.

“Fuck, so firm, I love girls with little boobs” he seems to be talking more to himself than anyone else, “never understood the fascination with big tits, what’s the saying, more than a handful is a waste?” He chuckles as he speaks, but then returns his attention to the object of his lust. He reaches his other hand up, taking a nice handful of both of Felicity’s breasts, squeezing softly, making her moan out again.

“Good pizza” he calls from the sofa as if no longer interested in what is happening in front of him. Felicity looks over to see him pulling a second slice out as he studies the receipt that was tucked in the edge of a box. “By the way Flis, our driver tonight is Mike” he reads out from it, “and Mike hopes that we appreciate his service. Do you Flis, are you appreciating his service right now?”

“Yes” she can hardly get the word out, all she can think of at this moment is how good it feels to have her breasts cupped and squeezed in this way, how exciting it feels as her hard nipples poke into his palms.