1. How Laura's Tits Got Us Home


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Sex Humor, Voyeur, Author: tonyc1980, Source: xHamster 

    ... If you've got it, don't flaunt it. We were ready to go to dinner one night, so I went to withdraw some money using my bank card. I noticed on the bank readout that my paycheck hadn't been directly deposited yet. Strange. The next morning I called the office where I'd been working part time. &#034Tony, you get paid bi-weekly, so your check doesn't come till next week,&#034 the office manager tole me. &#034Sorry.&#034 Oh shit. That meant I had no money. We pooled our funds and had around $40 to get home. When you added in tolls, food, and fuel, it was questionable whether we had enough. We immediately checked out of the motel, filled the car with gas, and went to leave town, quick-style. Highway traffic slowed us to a crawl. My old Dodge Charger used to overheat in traffic jams, so we had to pull over. Plus, sitting on that highway meant burning more gas -- which we couldn't afford to waste. We were one parking lot over from a club advertising a wet t-shirt contest. We decided that looked like the cheapest place, so why not stop in for a while? The contest was almost underway as we sat down at a rather grotty table. Laura wasn't impressed. She felt the girls were either &#034not endowed enough&#034 or &#034too fake.&#034 We ordered some Cokes and the minutes went by. Her ire seemed to ratchet up each time she saw a girl. &#034Half thse girls are silicon!&#034 she said. &#034And the other half are flat as boards. They don't even have boobs. I could show them real boobs.&#034 ...
    ... &#034Then why don't you?&#034 I asked. &#034The grand prize is $200. Even winning second prize would get us home.&#034 I expected her to laugh. Or ignore me. Or slap me. Instead she surprised me. &#034OK,&#034 she said. &#034I'll speak to the manager.&#034 A rush of adrenaline flew through my system. I had seen those tits and almost fainted. How would a club of horny guys react? I found out soon enough. As they called girl after girl, I watched as they got sprayed with water then moved around. The flat ones were boring and the silicon ones were embarrassing. People seemed distracted. Some even walked out. Then came Laura's turn. Clad in a tiny, semi-sheer white t-shirt tied into a knot at the bottom, and wearing some orange short-shorts, she walked onto the stage to gasps from the crowd. She looked much taller than the 5'2&#034 she was thanks to the pair of sexy, strappy high heels she'd pulled from our luggage in the car. Her brown hair no longer fell around her face like a school girl, but was now pulled back into a dramatic pony tail that bobbed from side to side when she moved. The announcer rambled about something. When he sprayed the water on her, she initially pulled back, shaken up by its velocity. But when the crowd started yelling in approval, she moved up to the front of the stage and started swaying her torso and grinding her hips. Under the thin, soaked white t-shirt, her huge breasts seemed to glow. They were more resplendent than ever. Her nipples stood at ...
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