Some discomfort around her chest

As Sara walks down the hallway to hug Mark she feels a slight rubbing around her chest and back. Almost as if she's wearing a ..bra? But she never wears a bra, she doesn't need to. Heck, she even refers to her breasts as mosquito bites. Ignoring the bra Sara walks up to Mark and gives him a peck on the cheek, having to stand on her tippy toes just to reach his stubbled chin. Looking down at Sara, Mark towers over her, with him being 6′2 it's a common view for Sara to be looking up at Mark like this, but she just can't get over how it feels somewhat alien to her. Wrapping her arms around Mark she rests her head on his chest, still feeling the bra hanging loosely around her own. Mark broke the hug and comments on the smell coming from the kitchen, "Smells really good". Taking the hint Sara quickly swoops around and heads for the kitchen. As she's walking back, subtly rolling her hips with every step her boyfriend enjoys the view of her obviously pear shaped figure as it jiggles all the way to the end of the hallway. He wasn't a superficial guy, but he'd be lying if he claimed that her giant ass wasn't what initially caught his attention.

Finishing up the dishes Sara figures it's about time to remove that bra, which at this point is on the brink of giving her a rash, having been loosely scratching at her back and breasts for a few hours now. Taking of her blouse and bra her eyes instantly lock on to her tiny breasts, slightly red from the bra's light friction. Looking further down she's met with her pierced belly button? Since when did she have a navel piercing? Memories of her "Rebellious" stage in her late teens flooded her brain as she remembers the not so classy tramp stamp of a butterfly just above her impressive behind. Snapping back to reality she quickly went over to her wardrobe to change into a set of white and blue striped thigh high socks accompanied by a pair of hotpants and one of marks oversized hoodies. They'd been together for a while, at some point it had slipped that Mark had a slight sock/stocking fetish. After that point Sara had wielded that knowledge as a blade. Going into battle, THIS was her armor. Battle in this case being seducing Mark..

Stepping back into the living room Sara positions her plump ass dead on Marks crotch, not even attempting to be subtle in her advances. She is however met with very little enthusiasm in return, turning around to get a proper view of the TV she notices exactly what had caught Marks attention; A cigarette commercial featuring a model or actress of sorts who's obviously had work done on her lips. Sitting eagle eyed, Sara studies how the girl sensually puffs on the cigarette. The euphoria of scratching that itch when you've had a need for a while. Speaking of need, Sara was beginning to notice her own, she hadn't had a cig since.. Since when? Had she ever smoked.. EVER? Getting almost nauseous from the abstinences she quickly steps out and into the kitchen. She heads over to the window where she would commonly take her smoke breaks when at home. Thinking back to when she first started smoking, it was around the same time she started getting lip fillers. Hoping to keep the focus away from her less than impressive bust, which was one of her biggest insecurities when she was a college student. Incidentally it was how she met Mark. They were at a house party when she stepped out on the porch for a quick smoke. Mark had followed her out, being swayed by the swaying of her ass, which was huge already back then.

Finishing her cig and trip down memory lane Sara put away the pack of Marlboro when she glanced over at Mark, catching him in the act of adjusting his junk as he watched her carefully exhale the last breath of smoke. Sara gave Mark a suggestive wink as she slowly made her way back to the couch, knowing exactly what was to come next..

The next day Sara and Mark were in no hurry to get out of bed. They both had the day off and only had plans to go catch a movie at the local theatre. Carefully rolling out of bed as to not wake Mark, Sara made her way into the kitchen to satisfy her urge for a cigarette. Reminiscing back to the night prior she could feel her nipples get a little hard. Mark had never been so enthusiastic about sex before. Neither had Sara for that matter, starting off the session with the sloppiest blowjob of her life. As a matter of fact, it was her first, though it might as well have been her hundredth given how masterfully she toyed with Mark. Keeping him on the edge of release for a solid minute before letting him spill his load far down her throat. Thinking back further, it dawned on Sara that this was far from her first rodeo, being reminded of the time she blew three different guys at the same postgame party in college. She was a tad wild back then, but then again, what else would she use her plump cocksuckers for?

Later in the day it was almost time to leave when Mark noticed that he had a flat on his car. "Great.. bus it is" was the only response Sara could muster. Considering how much Sara hated taking the bus the obvious disappointment came as no surprise to Mark. Stepping out the front door, Sara cringed at the sudden change in temperature. The cold breeze clung around her body, slipping through every open nook and cranny of her outfit. Feeling her nipples, unprotected by a bra, stiffening instantly. Fortunately for her she was wearing a fairly thick top, that didn't reveal any cleavage what so ever, or her diamond hard nipples for that matter.. Given her apparent lack of any cleavage most of her outfits were designed to emphasize her generous butt and toned belly.. After coming to terms with the cold Sara got Mark to wrap his arm around her as they began their five minute walk towards the bus stop. Arriving at the bus stop Sara was eager to sit down as they waited for the bus. At least being bottom heavy had some perks, almost serving as a pillow as she sat down on the frosty hardwood bench. Given her unbalanced figure one could be quick to deem Sara as slightly overweight. A point which was further emphasized by how quickly she tired of walking and running, obviously having poor stamina from years of smoking. Just as Sara had calmed down from the short walk the bus rolled up and the couple stepped onboard. Fortunately there were some open seats next to each other, just by the doors.

It's a fairly long ride and about one quarter of the way to their destination the conversation has mostly been focused on their expectations and excitement for the movie. Stopping at some stop in the less privileged part of town a girl steps through the doors, completely tearing Mark's focus away from the conversation. Sara quickly catches on and her eyes dart towards the girl who's captured all of Marks focus.