Tell her to keep it up

“You're quite the tease,” you finally whisper back, and Sarah grins. She glances at the mirror, and apparently satisfied no one is looking, gently lifts her left breast again and drops it with such **** that the wobbling boob seems close to falling out of its constrictive cup. “I wouldn't mind seeing more,” you admit.

“That'll depend on how good a boy you are,” she tells you. “I really didn't expect quiet old John to be so game for a week of teasing,” she tells you. “We'll talk some more at the house, though. I really don't want those two to ask what we're doing while my tit falls out of this bra,” she giggles. You immediately turn to look forward or outside your window as Sarah asks with a whine if you've arrived. Beth rolls her eyes and turns to her.

“We'll turn this car around, missy,” she scolds, and everyone laughs. You spend much of the trip discussing a plethora of subjects, getting more and more personal as the drive, which Emily estimates at about two and a half hours, continues. Emily gives impromptu history lessons from her childhood about some of the places she's been, and you all listen intently as the others speak. Whoever had the idea, you realize, knew what they were doing. You become closer and closer as the trip progresses. Every so often, your eyes flit to Sarah's big breasts. You can't believe how exposed she is, the shirt's tears revealing quite a lot of healthy, creamy flesh. It only happens a couple of times, and you're able to pull away to look up before anyone notices. Sarah and Emily are engaged in a debate about the best restaurant in your home town, and before the issue is “settled” you've arrived at the house.

The house itself is large, and looks like an old 'New England' house, the type you see in every ad for travel there. It looks new, with blue siding that you guess is aluminum, but is decorated and designed to look like old clapboard. You pop out of the car as Emily opens the trunk, and start pulling out bags. It's a tight fit, and you realize souvenirs aren't likely on the agenda if you're going to fit them back in. You get all four (heavy) pieces of luggage out, and realize that the girls are already at the door.

“Thanks, John!” Sarah yells. They tumble into the house, and you grab everything you can, leaving your bag out by the car. You stumble into the house and your eyes go wide. The exterior of the house did not advertise the interior. The living room seems bigger than the house, somehow, with tile in the entryway and a huge line of hooks on the wall to the right of the door. The carpet is a pleasant blue, and the furniture seems modern, sleek and light — all black cushions with chrome frame. The shelves and bookcases are made from what seem to be darkly painted wood, and you can see the kitchen with its modern appliances. There's a note on the counter indicating all the amenities of the house, wifi password, and the reveal of a hot tub beside the pool that you couldn't see when you pulled up.

You join the girls in your awe and Sarah bounds up to you. Her tits practically jump on her chest and she grins as she lets you have your look. “This is amazing!” she says. “I'm going upstairs to unpack. Thanks again John,” she says, grinning as she leans over, to grab the handle for the luggage. She makes a show of it being stuck sending her breasts wobbling from side to side as she finally pulls it up. “It's so stiff sometimes,” Sarah says, looking directly at your crotch. “Maybe you know how to loosen it up?” she asks as she stands the handle magically freed. She turns and goes up the stairs, and you swear she's twitching her hips just a bit to draw your eye.

Beth and Emily thank you for getting their luggage, and you realize you left your luggage. Sighing you go outside to get it. As you come back in a flicker of light pops up in a second floor window. Sarah is holding her bra. She waves it at you, and you see her freed tits bouncing in the torn shirt. She drops the huge looking garment and reaches back with the other hand. The hand that had been holding the bra goes to the bottom of her shirt and slowly starts pulling up. Her tits seem to get caught, slowly rising in the t-shirt and just as they are about to go free, the light goes off. You swear you can hear the thud of her big boobs against her chest. Swallowing you wonder what you're going to do about Sarah, who is making good on her promise early.