Meeting

Sandra smiled at the message and tucked her phone back into her purse, pulling down the mirror in her car to take one last look at herself.

Yes, today she was definitely "Sandra" and not "Sandi". Her blonde hair was down and scraped back into a ponytail whereas normally it was up, which together with her tinted glasses (usually contacts) and toned down makeup made her look rather less recognisable than her usual appearance when she was infront of a camera.

While it was pointless trying to disguise the sheer size of her mos prominent features in anything short of a mumu, there were enough busty girls around these days that she wouldn't draw a flock of attention and cameras as soon as she got out of the car. Her overall look would most likely pass her off as just another superstacked candid on the highstreet waiting to be posted on a forum, rather than an insta-celebrity with a massive following.

Satisfied that she was "Clark Kent-ed" enough, Sandra flipped the mirror back up and slipped out of her car, locking it with a squeeze of the remote as she started walking down the street. The inevitable bouncing of her outstretched chest was already getting some looks from people walking by, and she smiled to herself as she saw one guy slip his phone out and try to sneak a picture.

For once she was glad that she'd worn stockings as well as a skirt despite the warmer day; the thought of finally meeting Jessica after their weeks-long teasing sent a flutter through her belly and a surge down her shaft, which was barely hidden by the skirt that draped down to her knees.

Trying to banish such carnal thoughts for fear of getting too much attention outside, Sandra looked at the signs above the stores, restaurants and offices she was walking past. It took a few moments, but she finally spotted the coffeeshop where her date awaited across the street.

Crossing over quickly, she bounced across the pavement and leaned forward to peer through the window of the coffeeshop. As she peered through and tried to see where Jess was waiting, the blonde bombshell inadvertently gave a couple sat at the closet table a front-row view of her tanktop-encased tits pressed against the glass, leaving both of them speechless. Unable to find her date, Sandra pulled back and headed to the door anyway, figuring that if she wasn't there she would be soon and that a coffee couldn't hurt while she waited.

A gorgeous, dark skinned and rather buxom beauty was waiting behind the counter, and took Sandra's order of a large latte and two muffins with the half-stunned look that anyone and everyone in the blonde stunner's vicinity shared.

The creaking of a closing door at the back of the room drew Sandra's attention as she finished her order. Turning around, a dazzling smile grew on her face as she saw Jessica emerge from the toilets, and their eyes were drawn to eachother instantly.

Jessica stopped dead in her tracks, feeling her heart beat faster and faster the moment that she laid eyes on the absolutely gorgeous blonde bombshell that she'd been chatting to online for the past few weeks.

Although Sandra's eyes were hidden by a pair of stylish glasses with tinted lenses Jessica could tell that her date wasn't concealing her full natural beauty behind layer upon layer of cosmetics, apart from a well appointed touch of glossy cherry red lipstick that left her lips looking slightly wet and oh so kissable. Sandra's sun kissed skin was only accentuated by the long, silken locks of her golden blonde hair that framed her breathtakingly beautiful face, and was pulled back into a short, high sitting ponytail. Jessica found herself wanting to see that golden mane let down, and flow down her back like a waterfall.

Jessica found herself blushing like a school girl as Sandra flashed her a dazzling smile, before lowering her gaze to take a good look at her date's outfit. The Master Batista's jaw dropped a handful of centimetres as she took a good look of the red tank top that Sandra was wearing, which displayed a practically scandulous amount of cleavage generated from her huge breasts, which drew in Jessica's gaze like they were black holes.

An awestruck Jessica finally lowered her gaze from those incredible tits that seem to simply explode out from her slender frame, to take in her minuscule waist, which appeared to be barely wider than the span of one of Jessica's hands. From some of the photos that Sandra had sent to her from the online chats over the past few weeks Jessica knew that the blonde's mid section was flat with faint abdominal musculature that - in Jessica's opinion - was still undeniably feminine and sexy. Black nylon stockings encased her mile long legs, underneath a long white skirt which perfectly accentuated a pair of sexy, womanly hips that looked ideal for bearing children.

Once again Jessica found herself blushing, this time at the notion of knocking up Sandra, and without any further prompting a mental image suddenly flashed before her eyes, where both Sandra's stomach, and her own were drastically swollen with each other's child. This lead Jessica's wild imagination what other effects pregnancy would have on them, and she had to shake her head in an attempt to get rid of the mental image of their already huge tits getting even more massive after they had turned eachother into a pair of ultra-MILFs.

As if they were in a synchronised routine and heard a silent signal both Jessica and Sandra walked towards eachother without a word. The pair crossed the tiled flooring with a handful of steps until they were within close enough proximity for Sandra to wrap her arms around Jessica's narrow waist, and pull her in for a hug that resulted in their tits coming together, although the several inches in height that Sandra had on Jessica meant that it wasn’t so much a head-on collision, but rather something reminiscent of an ocean liner running aground.

"Uhh...you want me to bring them over?" The Barista at the counter offered awkwardly