Someone Who Doesn't Match Their Profile Picture

Sam, naked save for her panties, felt a surge of relief as she saw the back of the UPS driver. It was late for a delivery, but the almost-nude woman flushed as, one hand across her breasts, she knelt down to retrieve the package then closed the door behind her. She was about to go throw on a bathrobe when her phone beeped.

It was a message from her sex date on the Fuckr app.

Zora: Hey, bad accident on the highway, traffic stopped, gonna be a while. Just want to let you know.

Short, simple, considerate. What caught Sam's attention, though, was her date's profile picture.

The background was a beach. A sliver of blue sky behind black curly hair, wild and untamed; pale white sand beneath bronzed skin. The bikini was a simple two-piece, white as bleached cotton. Beads of sweat stood out on the golden skin where the sun hit it, the eyes hidden by black sunglasses...but her body.

It was fit, rather than trim; the pronounced pinch of the waist only accentuated the wide hips and powerful buttocks; thick thighs that bristled with muscle. She could see the abs on the flat stomach, but there were definite bulges in the biceps and forearms. Yet what made Sam's jaw drop open were her breasts.

They weren't implants. She was sure of that. These were too soft, too full; they lacked that unnatural shape and hardness that Sam associated with implants—and they were huge. Bigger than Sam's own breasts by far. Not freakish, but bigger than a handful, soft swollen teardrops that strained against the little white triangles that held them back, the nipples tenting the little bits of fabric.

Jackpot, was all Sam could think as she slid her hand down inside her panties. Her fingers squished against her juices. It was like pulling the arm of a slot machine and hitting the big prize. Sam had been prepared for...well, anything, really. Missing teeth. Women who refused to shave. Alcoholic housewives who brought their husbands for a threesome. To hit somebody that was Playboy playmate material was just...just...

"Mmmph," Sam moaned as she typed her reply one-handed.

Sam: No rush! I can wait!

When a car did at last pull up in the drive, Sam was practically bouncing with excitement. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm down and play it cool. Wiped her wet fingers on her panties. Waited for the bell to ring before she opened the door, with a smile on her face, tits out to face the world...

Only to find that the profile pic had been an old photo.