By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2001 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

Joe woke up with a raging hard-on.  The lingering image of huge breasts, of a beautiful woman floating naked in the ocean, haunted him.  He closed his eyes again and began to stroke his cock, trying desperately to return to the dream that had so aroused him.  But he couldn’t.  Details had dissolved in the light of day and Joe was left feeling vaguely horny, but also disappointed and lonely.

Time to get on with my day …

He abandoned his cock, got up and headed for the shower.

He glanced at the clock on his dashboard as he swung into the Maxi-Mall lot.  8:35AM. Good!  Passed 8:30.  Store should be open …

He parked his car, got out and headed for Collegiate Sports.  He hated crowds, but desperately needed tennis shoes, so he’d come early, determined to avoid the soon to be teeming horde of Saturday shoppers.  He’d had a hard week and was looking forward to some down time.  The four o’clock French Open Men’s Singles Final on the tube and a few brews … that’s all he asked.

He went straight to the Nike section, picked up the sample Men's Air Oscillate II and handed it to the hovering salesman who smiled without humor and whose nametag read, Barry.

“Size eleven,” requested Joe.

“Aces,” quipped Barry, turning purposefully toward the stockroom.

This shouldn’t take long …

Joe had scoped out a row of chairs and was moving toward them when he noticed her, and the vision stopped him dead in his tracks.  She was bending over a display of women’s sandals and her magnificent breasts were so massive that they touched the table.

Oh my God… Joe stared as the woman straightened up.  Dark short-cropped hair framed features that were delicately chiseled.  Her tight cream-colored turtleneck hugged tits that he figured had to be at least double FF’s.  They were the largest and most incredibly voluptuous breasts Joe had ever seen, at least in the flesh, and they took his breath away.  His cock hardened, his heart pounded and a million volts of sexual electricity coursed through his veins.  Now this was worth getting up for!

She seemed to glance his way, before leaning forward precariously to reach a shoe that was positioned on the far side of the wide table.  Joe told himself to stop gaping, reminded himself that sexual harassment was a serious charge.  But he ignored his own warning because he couldn’t help himself, because he loved, was addicted to breasts.  And right now her breasts were his drug-of-choice as they moved through space, filling his mind with desire and his balls with a hunger that was screaming to be fulfilled.  Joe devoured them with his eyes and wanted more.  He wanted to feel their warm softness with his hands, his lips and still, he needed more.  He needed to plunge his face, let’s face it his cock, into the deepest, darkest regions of her cleavage.

This is getting crazy. I’m leaking …

“Excuse me sir,” Barry said, tapping Joe on the shoulder.

Joe actually jumped.  He had no idea how long he’d been standing there gawking like an over the hill virgin or, worse still, how long he’d been absently caressing his balls.

“Oh boy,” Joe said, his face burning with embarrassment.

“She’s sure got it going on,” Barry chuckled sympathetically.  “She’s part owner of the joint, along with her ex.  Comes in now and then just to torture us guys,” he smirked.

“Yeah,” mumbled Joe.

“We don’t have the Oscillate’s in your size, but I’m sure you’ll like these Air Court’s.  What say we give ‘em a try?”

Barry’s words were wasted because Joe was standing deaf, dumb, and as helpless as a shrub pathetically rooted in the path of a tornado …  blissfully fixating on the woman and the relentlessly titillating breasts moving toward him.

“How are we doing here?” she asked.

They’re so much bigger up close ….

“We didn’t have what the gentleman wanted, so I suggested … ”

She’s hard.  Her nipples are really long.  Oh God …

“I’ll take care it from here,” she said, accepting the shoebox and dismissing Barry with a nod of her head.

I’m not even touching myself and I want to …

“Sit,” she said, indicating the chairs.  “I suppose it won’t hurt to try these on, but I think a man should have what he really wants, don’t you?”

“I guess so … ” Joe stammered.

I’d try on every shoe in the place if …

Joe sat and was painfully aware that his bulging cock had grown bigger than it had ever been before.  Painfully aware that there was nothing he could do about it, at least not here in the middle of Collegiate Sports.  And painfully aware that she was watching him, her head tilted quizzically to one side, as if she were studying him.  She held the box in one hand and with the other thoughtfully and sensuously massaged the massive mounds of flesh that rose and fell beneath her gently caressing palm.

Is she doing that on purpose? …

She walked over to him with the graceful lazy confidence of a panther tracking her too easy prey.  A long slender leg slipped repeatedly through the side slit of her maxi-skirt, luscious brown against cream.  Her breasts jiggled and all Joe could think about, wonder about was the color of her nipples, the size of the circles surrounding them.

She stopped in front of him and looked down into his eyes.  Joe struggled valiantly to keep his attention on her face, but failed completely.  Her gloriously extended nipples reached out to him like a tit to the mouth of a desperately hungry baby and he stared … his mouth watering, lust seeping from his pores and more pre-cum escaping onto his jeans.

She started to hand Joe the Nike box but stopped abruptly.

“You deserve better than this,” she said.  “Don’t run away.  I’ll be right back.”

Joe watched her stride to the front of the store and disappear into what seemed to be an office.

“You deserve better than this,” she says, lowering herself onto a stool in front of me.  “I know you want to.  Please, look at me!”

She massages her breasts, groans with pleasure, only inches away from my face.

“You flatter me,” she continues, staring openly at the long thick bulge in my pants, squeezing her tits together, taunting me mercilessly.

Spreading her legs slowly, she leans temptingly into me, resting her arms along my thighs.  Her hands fall dangerously close to my cock.   She twists her shoulders and torso, back and forth, up and down, forcing her boobs against my knees, thighs, stomach and chest.

I look down at her mountainous tits, feeling them against me.  It’s like they’re everywhere … and I lose my mind.  I grab at them.  I massage them.  I reach past them.  I squeeze them.  I reach past them again, to my aching cock.

“I wanna’ cum.  I gotta’ cum,” I moan.

“I know, sweet baby,” she soothes.  “Let me help,” she whispers, reaching for my fly.

“We’re in luck,” she said, returning in what seemed to Joe like no time at all.  “They have exactly what you want at our other store and your shoes will be here sometime this afternoon.  You can pick them up later today if you want.  Just check before you come.”

“Thanks.  I have plans for this afternoon.  Would Monday be okay?”

“Absolutely.  I’ll leave a note to make sure they’re put away for you.  Your name?”

“Joe.  Joe Browning.”

“Enjoy your shoes, Joe Browning and have a nice day.”

By 9:15AM, Joe was back in his car, feeling much more horny but no longer disappointed or lonely.  He had himself a brand new dream.

Humming, he drove out of the mall and headed for home.

Should be a good game.  Should be a good afternoon indeed.