Chapter 1: A Hot Summer Sunday
Georgina decides to go out and do yard work in the backyard on the hot summer day. She steps outside in her oversized grey shirt, which sags low on her neckline and hips because it is worn-out from years of use. The front of the shirt brushes against her, huge 44G heavy pendulous breasts , the fabric straining against the wide flare of her hips, where slits made from tearing show her hips, thighs, and neon pink thong. It's obscene how easily her breasts could slid from the shirt, stretched thin by years of rough handling, the neckline sagging low enough to reveal the creamy curves of her tits. The oversized shirt barely covers her thick thighs, the hem riding up high enough to tease
She hears the sounds of the mail truck stopping at each house - and decides to get the mail in her heels and shirt, her breasts now slick with sweat from the early morning summer heat.
Her fiery-red hair is piled into a messy bun, strands sticking to her flushed skin, her grey-green eyes sharp as she steps out into the quiet street.
Her red heels click against the pavement as she walks the short path to Mr. Harlan's truck parked in front of her house. The underside of her heavy breasts brush against the shirt fabric, the pendulous weight swinging noticeably with every step. She is completely aware of how the shirt clings to every curve - her soft belly with faint stretch marks, her wide fertile hips, her thick plush thighs, the neon pink thong hidden beneath the tattered fabric of the shirt.
It's almost obscene how easily the shirt could be pushed up or torn off her, exposing her curves to the 70-year-old mailman.
She walks up and says, “Good Morning” with a warm smile, as he responds “You too, m’aam” as his eyes move down to her slick sweaty breasts ready to fall from her shirt, begging to be licked clean and sucked on. His cock began to harden in his pants at the thought as he watched her flick threw the mail he handed her, her breast jiggling even at the quick shuffling of the papers. His eyes rolled back as he looked at the creepy way her huge tits swung and jiggled whenever she bent slightly to grab a piece of mail, getting a full visual of her ptosis as she leaned.
She innocently stood back up, standing there as she continued.
“Oh Mr. Harlan…” Georgina purred, her voice husky as she flicked through the bills in her hand.
“Going to be a hot one today, isn’t it?” She leaned forward slightly, the oversized grey shirt straining against her massive 44G breasts, the fabric barely containing their weight as they threatened to spill free. Her nipples were hard and visible through the thin fabric, betraying her arousal just as much as the way she shifted her weight between her red heels.
Mr. Harlan’s breath hitched, his thin lips curling into a smirk as his eyes raked over her body. He leaned forward, his short stature making him crane his neck just to meet her gaze. “Damn right it is, m’aam,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. She said “Well make sure you do something to get your mind off of the heat.” As she turned to walk away. Mr. Harlan looked around before stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her as he walked backwards to bring her towards the truck- looking around as she responded to make sure no one saw.
“W- what are you doing?!” She gasped as he pulled her back. His hand moved up and felt her breast as he piled her back, her heels struggling to keep up going backwards as he responded. “oh god…Georgina I…I can’t ..I need this right now.” Mr. Harlan’s voice had a low grumble to it, barely containing the wild hunger that had been building inside him since the first time Georgina had bent over to pick up a flyer out of her mailbox last week. Her tits had jiggled in that thin grey shirt then too, the way the fabric barely contained them, the nipples pressing against the material, the shape of her areolas visible through the worn fabric.
She tried to wiggle free, only causing his tits to become fully exposed as she moaned “ Oh, no, Mr. Harlan!” as she fought to pull away. Her heels caught on the ground, but his grip was too strong, his thick, calloused hands locking around her upper arms, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her inner arms. The feeling of being overpowered sent a shudder through her, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his cock getting harder against the small of her back.
He pulled her into the truck and closed the door behind them, as you could hear “Mr Harlan….oh..oh my god!” As she saw him take out his cock out of sight from the outside and she saw it in front of her eyes. She was still reluctant - but the sight make her eyes go wide. Her grey-green eyes darkened as she took in the sight of Mr. Harlan’s cock - thick, veiny and rock-hard - at least 7 inches long as it jerked in his hand. It pulsed slightly, the bulbous head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. His uniform shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his hairy chest and the deep creases of his pot belly that hung over his belt. She could smell the musky scent of his body, mixed with his subtle Brut aftershave.
“Oh my God…” she whispered, her voice trembling as her breath hitched.