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The Busty Hooker

... Rosie. She said she had a boring job in central London but didn’t elaborate on what she actually did. She asked him about his work and family. Then Rosie’s friend came along and started dragging her off to the dance floor. Rosie took Jon’s hand and pulled him along with her. Jon danced with Rosie and her friend Sammy for a few songs. Sammy then moved off to dance with some young guy. Rosie stayed dancing with Jon, always smiling. Jon’s wife sat by the bar with Dave and a few others chatting and drinking. Suddenly the dance music faded and a slower song came on. Rosie smiled and came closer as Jon put his arms around her waist. They slow danced together for a few songs. Jon loved this, Rosie was gorgeous he thought. He could feel the weight of her lovely big boobs pressed up against him. Jon turned Rosie away from the bar as they danced, so that his back was to his wife and Dave. He didn’t want them seeing how much he was enjoying being close to this buxom beauty. His hands held Rosie around her waist as they danced. He moved his hands up her body, his thumbs coming to rest just beneath her tits. He could feel the underwire of her bra, but Rosie didn’t seem to notice. Jon could tell Rosie had had a few drinks. She certainly wasn’t drunk, but she was just a little tipsy. Perhaps that’s why she didn’t notice where his thumbs were. The next song that came on was a bit more upbeat. Rosie began moving to the rhythm a bit more energetically, but still keeping pressed up close to ...

... Jon. This meant her boobs began to move up and down, bouncing against the top of Jon’s thumbs. He loved this feeling, and began to get a semi-hard on. He looked over to his wife at the bar. She was still happily chatting. Jon decided to push his luck further. He raised his thumbs up, pushing them into her tits. He loved the way they felt. He also realised just how big and full her tits were, they were amazing. Still Rosie gave no indication she had noticed where Jon’s hands were. Either that or she didn’t care, she was just enjoying dancing. Jon’s semi now became a full hard on. Jon thought if only he was twenty years younger, he would have tried his hardest to get this girl back to his place tonight. As Jon’s thumbs were now pushed into Rosie’s tit-flesh, it pushed her boobs up, so Jon got an even better view of her terrific cleavage. He pulled her closer, as her tits danced across his chest. His rock hard cock now pressed up against her. Rosie finally noticed Jon’s wandering hands, as she looked him in the eye and grinned. “Naughty boy,” she mouthed, and pouted, blowing him a kiss. Jon smiled at her, as she ground her crotch up against his hard on, giggling, keeping eye contact. Jon quickly shot a glance behind him to check on his wife, she was sitting on a bar stool laughing with Dave and a few others. “Don’t worry,” Rosie mouthed to him, giggling again. Jon smiled again at her. The dance floor was quite dark, with very loud music, so Jon thought he would see how much further ...