Old Ladies, Thongs, & Whiskey

"There you go, babe, feel free to look at them. I love feeling your stare..." she purred, really digging her ass into his groin, making him sigh. Despite himself, his sight was consumed by Sandy's massive tanned breasts, the smooth tanned flesh looking mouthwatering up close. "Maybe you can't bring yourself to fuck me just yet, Josh. You might not even like me very much, but we both know that you LOVE my big, perfect tits! Don't you love my massive, firm breasts, Josh?"

"I... Sandy..." Josh gulped out, unable to look away from the old woman's tits. They were indeed amazing breasts. He couldn't deny that. Round, full, perfectly ripe melons, bursting to escape from her tight top, the tanned flesh straining through. The tanned skin looked smooth to the touch, dying for some strong male fingers to dig into the squeezable flesh. And the smooth, deep cavern of cleavage looked bottomless, as if something could fall deep within and never escape. His cock flexed against her ass so strongly that the old woman felt it.

"Ooh... I'll take that as a yes!" Sandy said, smiling wickedly and taking another swallow of her drink. "So, okay, fine, you don't want to fuck me, but why not indulge yourself in what you do want? Why don't we just sneak off to someplace quiet and you can spend however long you want sucking on my big tits?" She punctuated this with another deep grind against his rock-hard married dick.

"Oh... Sandy... stop..." Josh groaned, his head swimming. Despite everything, despite his obvious dislike for this aggressive old lady, she had ratcheted up the pressure so severely that lust was pumping through his veins, hardening his cock into steel through pressure alone. Her swiveling hips, her unrelenting ass, and the up-close view of her gigantic boobs had his blood boiling, and all of this was affecting his judgment. He didn't want to sneak off with her. He didn't want to fuck her, despite how his dick was behaving. And he certainly didn't want to suck on her tits... her big, round, fleshy tits. Her massively-sized, firm, mouthwatering breasts. Fuck... He totally didn't want to take one of her no-doubt stiff, perfectly sized nipples into his mouth. He didn't want to make the old woman's lips curl up in a satisfied smirk as he finally gave in to her and wrapped his lips around her hard nipple. He didn't want to spend hours scrubbing his face against her smooth, fleshy tits as his mouth worshipped her tasty nipples. He didn't want to dig his hands into her perky, juicy titty-flesh over and over and... ugghhh... fuck yes... over. No... no. It would be amazing, though. Fuck! Her tits were just so big! And so soft. So... perfect. He could just imagine the flesh oozing between his manly fingers. God, he'd never seen a pair this big. Certainly never gotten his hands on any. And the infuriating thing was that it was the only part of her he hadn't seen completely exposed. He didn't ask to see this old woman completely naked, but if she was gonna make him do so, he'd at least like to see her best features. But no... she withheld that, despite how shameless she was. One simple glimpse at her bare breasts wouldn't be so bad, right? Then he could just get this strange fascination out of his system. One quick glance. One firm squeeze. Maybe one eager suck at her stiff nipples. One minute, he meant. Or one hour. Or one entire night...

No. No! He had to stop this. He had to stop letting his mind wander. He'd held out for so long, the whole night. He'd stayed ahead of her as much as he possibly could. He'd been the good husband. He'd kept his distance as much as possible, excepting his current position. He was at the goal line. He just needed to find a way to escape his current predicament. But her round, juicy ass kept grinding against his swollen weapon. Her tits kept jiggling right in front of his face. She was eroding away his objections by force, wearing him down, making him think things he shouldn't, making him actually consider... no. No.

He would not let her win.

Josh had to resist this. He had to fight back against this last minute, Hail Mary maneuver by the older woman. He couldn't possibly be tempted by this nasty old skank... right? It was ridiculous! He knew better. He knew this was wrong in so many ways. He knew he was a young, fit, handsome married man, and she was this... old slut. On top of that, he knew that he was in public, and people could be watching, but he was so in a bubble at the moment that his eyes couldn't escape the gravitational pull of the older woman's massive breasts. The entire bar could be watching them, and he wouldn't know. His wife could be standing there and he wouldn't know it. Wait... his wife!

Almost on cue, he heard his phone vibrate against the table. Thankful for any distraction from the old whore on his lap, he lifted his hand from her hip and reached towards the phone. His nimble fingers were able to open up his phone, and from a distance, he was able to take glance at the text sent to him from his wife.

"Wait! Hold on. Don't leave. The meeting just ended. I'm on my way now. I want to give that old bat a piece of my mind." Deb texted this cheerfully. She was still treating this as though this was some fun adventure he was having, not knowing how serious it had gotten. Again, hiding his annoyance with how flippant she was being, he had other things to worry about. The text sent a flood of panic through him. He had to end this now. He had to do something.

But before he could do anything, Sandy made another move. Just as nimbly as he'd grabbed his phone, she plucked it from his grasp.

"Hey!" Josh said, reaching for his phone, but the position she was in allowed him to keep it out of reach.

"A text from the wife. Hey... that's not very nice. But I suppose if she knew her hubby was about to be vigorously fucking that, quote unquote, 'old bat', she might say something far worse," Sandy said. Josh reached for the phone again, but she kept it away. Toying with the screen, she scrolled through her previous texts. "Oh, she said quite a few nasty things about me, didn't she?" she said with a smirk. Then, she moved away from his texts, exploring his phone. He tried to grab at it again, but she was too fast, moving it away again just as she found something of interest. "Oh wow, is this a picture of the little sweetheart you're married to? Let me pull it up..." Josh watched her pull up his wife's contact page, and the attached picture. It was a picture taken a few years ago, at her folk's place on Christmas, her and Josh standing next to each other in front of a fireplace, dressed nicely. His wife looked quite pretty, with her dark hair hanging straight down past her shoulders, her stylish glasses adding to her look, and her pretty face turned up in a brilliant grin. She naturally had an olive complexion, a look which really worked for her, only adding to her beauty. She had bright, intelligent hazel eyes, and smooth, plump lips. She was a real beauty. She stayed in good shape as well, even if the red sweater she was wearing wasn't built to showcase that. But she was an avid runner, keeping her slim frame in great shape. Her legs looked great in the dark jeans she happened to be wearing, and she also had on nice, expensive heels. She looked great, and every time he saw that picture, he was filled with pride with the wife he was so lucky to have.

Sandy wasn't so impressed.

"Oh..." she said, clearly let down. "You're married to this skinny little thing? No wonder you wanna suck on my tits so bad! I expected a guy like you to have a fucking stone-cold babe for a wife, like... supermodel gorgeous, long legs, perfect ass, tits out to here..." she said, holding out her hands in front of her already sizable breasts. "But this only confirms why you should go home with me tonight!" she said, resuming her original pitch now that she had seen his wife. "I'm sure this cute darling you're married to is funny or has a great personality or whatever, but even an old whore like me has her beat where it counts. Only a real woman like me can give you the good stuff. The shit you deserve..."

Sure, his wife didn't have the intense level of curves that Sandy did... few women did. Her bust was, uh... petite. Cute. Same with her butt. She was just... she was trim and fit. In good shape. Not that her not being curvaceous really mattered. He loved her for more important things. She was just a blast to be around, fun and quick witted. No one could make him laugh like she did. But despite her snark, she was fiercely intelligent, and had a great work ethic, which he not only loved but respected. And while she could be sardonic, she also had an incredible heart, which always made him swim with affection for her. But frankly, it wasn't her incredible loving spirit grinding into his cock right now, it was Sandy's big ass, and it was really a more pressing matter.

"Just... just give me my phone..." Josh groaned, reaching for it, her ass still swiveling in his lap, squeezing his rock-hard prick.

"Well, if you're gonna be like that," Sandy replied, switching the hands that was holding her phone, keeping it away from the married man. Then, with him watching, she reached up with her now free hand to stretch open the laces traversing her cleavage before deftly using the other hand to slide Josh's cell phone straight into her cleavage, inserting it so deeply in the valley between her tits that the entirety of his smart-phone disappeared between the old woman's breasts. Literally. As she released her grip on the phone, her fleshy udders jiggled back into place, and his cell phone was just... gone. Out of sight. Disappeared. Josh was shocked by this sudden act, frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

"If you want your phone back, you're gonna have to grab it yourself..." Sandy said, downing the rest of her drink and firmly slamming it on the table. Grinding against his erection one more time, she finally pushed herself back to her feet, turning off the pressure. "And I'm ready to leave. So, if you want your phone, feel free to follow. But you have to ask yourself..." she began, before leaning towards him, arms down, palms on the table, a position that made her giant tanned tits balloon out right in front of his face, the smooth, soft flesh pushing through the laces. He couldn't help but stare before ripping his eyes from her big breasts, looking into her confident gaze. "You have to ask yourself what you're really chasing after..."

At this, Sandy stood up straight, giving her colossal boobs a side-to-side shake before turning away, sauntering away, unaffected by the judgmental stares of the other patrons of the bar, swinging her ass lewdly as she walked.

Josh was left alone, a tangle of nerves. He hated her. He hated that old bitch. Despite any uncomfortable desires she may have induced, he didn't want to do anything with her. Honest! He didn't want to follow her. He didn't want to engage with her any further. But... he needed his phone back. He couldn't let her leave with it. And plus... it just felt like she had somehow won this whole encounter. No... he needed to stand up for himself. For his wife. He needed to take decisive action and just end this. She had made her last gambit, but he wasn't ready to lose.

Not knowing what else to do with the drink in his hand, he gulped it down, slamming the empty glass down next to Sandy's. Standing up, his bulge was very evident to anyone who happened to look. Kinda woozy from the sudden influx of whiskey, it gave some people an opportunity to notice. Those same judgmental eyes that had followed Sandy were looking at him. The blonde Samantha from before, shocked that such a handsome man with a clearly impressive package had engaged so much with that old whore. The bartender, no doubt amused by this encounter. The other patrons, shocked at seeing such a strange pairing, wondering if they were a thing, or if they were about to become a thing. And the rumors would probably increase as he marched out of the bar, head down to avoid their stares, pushing open the front door to follow that old whore out the door.

Marching down the sidewalk, the cool evening air passing across his face, he couldn't believe this whole thing had gotten so out of hand. Those people back there probably think he was leaving with her... God no. He wouldn't. This... this bitch, she'd embarrassed him in public, making them all think... making him think... no. This was just about getting his phone. Once he got it back, and he was free of her for good, then he would sort things out. He could regather himself. Try to shake this crazy encounter out of his system.

He didn't see Sandy, but he figured she'd be heading towards the parking lot nearby, the same one he'd parked in. But just to be safe, he sped up, not wanting to lose her. Finally, he turned the corner and there, leaning back against an old, beat-up Cadillac, was Sandy, poised to light up a cigarette. Her eyes darted up to him as he appeared.

"Wow... that was faster than I thought..." she said with a satisfied smirk, putting her cigarette and lighter back into her purse. "I'll just have to save that for after..."

"Sandy, just give me back my phone," Josh said impatiently, marching up to her, stopping just a few feet away.

"The deal hasn't changed..." she said smugly, jutting out her chest ever so slightly. Josh glanced at the old woman's boobs and grit his teeth, and she simply raised a knowing eyebrow in response.

"Just... just hand me my phone, Sandy. I want to go home." Josh replied, exhausted by this unrelenting old woman. He was mentally fried by this whole thing... he just wanted to be done with it.

"You're still kidding yourself if you think this is how the night ends..." the old slut said confidently. "You started this night off so sure that you wanted nothing to do with me. Yet, look how far we've gone together. You've seen nearly all of me naked, thanks to the nudes you all but dared me to send you. You practically invited me to sit on your lap, and you couldn't stop yourself from humping against me, right then and there in front of everyone. And here you are... looking disheveled, panting for me, your big fat tasty bulge obvious to literally everyone around you. Look at yourself, look at how I affected you. You chased after me after I'd already left, just to get your hands on my tits! Just accept it!"

It was true, at least some of it. He'd come to this bar calm, composed, and well put-together. Now, he looked frazzled, his clothes were amiss, and... as she pointed out, his straining bulge was quite obvious through his dark pants. His erection hadn't gone down one iota, and despite everything, his cock was still pulsing with need.

"Just give me back my phone..." he repeated through clenched teeth.

"If you want it, you're just gonna have to take it. Here... let me help," Sandy stated. At this, she reached up and grabbed the laces that were crisscrossing across her endless cleavage, pulling them apart, giving him room to work. Giving his hand easy access to the deep, dark, succulent valley between her massive melons.

Josh didn't know what to do. He knew she wasn't gonna be dissuaded from her challenge. She was gonna make him slide his hand between her boobs to get his phone, and nothing he could say or do would change that. And he needed his phone, not just out of professional and personal needs, but to keep it out of this twisted old whore's grasp. Knowing she knew his passcode, she could wreak some serious havoc on his life if he let her escape with his phone. It seemed as if he had no choice. Despite wanting to deny her, he didn't have an angle of attack here that didn't involve giving this old woman what she wanted. He couldn't help but glance down at her smooth, tanned, expansive cleavage once again, before looking her in the eyes.

"Better hurry up," Sandy began, taunting him, still holding apart the laces on her top. "Your wife's on her way, right? Wouldn't want her to catch you fooling around with a nasty old bat..." She raised her eyebrow at him, knowing she had him out maneuvered. She just had to savor the moment. "Mmm... I just knew your hands would up on these tits by the end of the night. Just do it, babe..."

Josh shook his head. How did it come to this? How did he let her get him in this spot? Unbelievable. But he saw no way out of this. No way to avoid this. Looking skyward for a moment, he shook his head again before taking a heavy step forward. Sandy grinned wickedly.

"Don't be shy, Josh... dive in," she purred. He paused in annoyance, looking straight into her knowing eyes. Exhaling deeply, he took another step forward. He stopped again for just a moment, glancing down at her massive, round, jutting breasts, so proudly displayed by this wicked old slut. She was arching her back, daring him to make his move.

And finally, swallowing his pride, he did so.

He extended his hand towards the old woman's chest. He could feel her eyes burning a hole in him, but he didn't want to see that gloating stare. He kept his eyes on her boobs, staring at the deep crevasse of aged cleavage his hand was on a collision course with. He studied the smooth, succulent terrain, not even seeing his phone from this angle. Fuck... he might have to get his hand deep in there...

Sandy was already grinning with anticipation, but she could barely resist grinning even bigger, because she knew something the young married man didn't. In the interim between stepping out of the bar and reaching her car, she'd taken the married man's phone from between her tits and stashed it in her purse. That meant that Josh wasn't gonna be using those fingers of his to locate that phone anytime soon. No, the only thing his hand was gonna find down in her cleavage would be juicy, succulent, Grade-A titty-meat. And once that happened, his other hand would quickly get in on the action.

Josh's hand slowly moved towards the older woman's cleavage, palm open, fingers aligned, not moving too fast, not making any sudden movements, as if he were trying to steal from a predator's nest. And with that spider tattoo on her breast, the threat felt real. But what his hand was actually approaching was far more dangerous to the married man's future than any venomous creature. His face scrunching up as he got closer and closer to the older woman's massively-sized breasts, he could practically feel the heat coming off of them. Finally, when his fingertips were within centimeters of her boobs, his palm on a collision course with her cleavage, he had to look away. He couldn't watch. He couldn't see this.

And finally... contact was made.

A jolt went through the married man as his fingers hit skin. As his fingertips slid into the canyon between the old woman's melon-sized breasts, the warm doughy flesh rebounded against his fingers, squeezing around them. Trying to focus on the task at hand, not finding what he was looking for, he was forced to press his fingers deeper into the snug, fleshy crevasse.

"Oh..." Josh sighed as the full length of his fingers became ensconced between the old woman's giant boobs. He tried to ignore the warm, smooth flesh smothering his fingers from every direction. He tried to ignore the way the warm, bulbous flesh pressed against him. He did his best to keep his feeling around minimal, wiggling only the ends of his fingers, touching as little skin as possible as he searched for his lost phone. But her cleavage felt impossibly deep, and he was only grazing the surface.

"It's a little deeper, babe," Sandy sighed, her voice sinewy with evil intentions, urging him onward. Shaking his head and scrunching one eye shut, he gathered his nerves before jamming his hand deep between Sandy's giant, tanned, oversized breasts, wanting to just find his phone and be done with this. The soft fleshy canyon of her cleavage seemed impossibly snug, thanks to the way they were pressed together in her tight top. But the crevasse between her twin globes absolutely inhaled his entire palm, swallowing it up, encasing his hand in its fleshy prison. The married man's large hand was now completely wedged between the older woman's massive tits, the warm, smooth titty flesh squeezing against his hand firmly, keeping it in place, not wanting to let it go. And if that wasn't enough, Sandy released her hold on the laces crossing across her exposed chest, causing them to snap around his wrist, keeping his hand stuck between her boobs.