Extend the fantasy

I looked at Rachel in her wet shirt and say, “You’re right. I wasn’t totally honest about my fantasy.”

Rachel traces a finger down her breast to her hard nipple. She says, “Tell me the whole fantasy.”

I look up from her big tits to her pretty face and make contact with her blue eyes. I tell her my full fantasy.

“We’re part of the same big group going on a spring break trip to some beach. I have a crush on you but never act on it. Hell you probably don’t even know my name. I am just happy to be on the same trip with you. Then I’m in Heaven just seeing you in a bikini on the beach.

“I can’t believe my luck when I hear you’re participating in a wet T-shirt contest. It’s a dream come true. A once in a lifetime opportunity, because there is no way I’m able to see your boobs in any other context. So I’m right there front and center making sure I have a clear view of you. So they come and they dump a cold bucket of water on you, and I see your shirt cling to your big tits. And I just keep saying to myself: you’re never going to forget this, you’re never going to forget this. Then you do the unbelievable: you lift your shirt and flash the crowd. Everyone goes wild, but I just stand there stunned. I can’t believe it. I think my life has peaked right then.”

The whole time I’m talking I’m looking Rachel in the face. But I see some movement, and I look down to see that her hands have grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She lifts it up.

She wears black panties. Freckles dot her toned stomach. Her large tits hang and rest against her skinny torso. Her areola are the same pale flesh color as the rest of her boob and non-existent. Her nipples stick out, still hard from the cold water.

She lowers her shirt and asks, “Did your life just peak?”

My heart pounds in my chest. I don’t know how far I should take this. I already feel like I’ve crossed a line by seeing Rachel’s incredible tits, while my own wife is waiting for me in the bedroom.