The Debauched Of Antlin 26 When Two Hungry Women Meet. 18
After eight days of an exhausting journey on the most important trunk road linking Brein to the western border of the vast Kingdom of Visgon, we have finally reached one of the largest cities located at the heart of the vast plains of this country, which will be the place where I will make my new start.To enjoy my very first afternoon out of this comfortable but nevertheless tiring box on wheels, I decided to wander the streets of this great city surrounded by high ancient walls where itinerant traders and travellers cross paths at any time of the year.The mirror in the dressroom sends me back of the image of a young, medium-sized girl, with a pale, almost light complexion, wearing a short green satin dress. Her thin, toned thighs, extending her long, smooth legs, who are a motif of desire for any man who is fond of women.Her large expressive green eyes betray the slightest of her thoughts and her sensual lips cannot hide the emotions that run through her heart. Her wavy brown hair running freely down her back may be a little too long, but its silky composition allows her to style it every morning without too much difficulty.Such is the girl I am and d.a.m.n, too small for me is this dress that I am wearing."Do you have a dress of the same kind but much shorter, with a fuller, deeper cleavage that would enhance my generous feminine attributes?"The woman who, according to the rich clothes she's dressed in, must be the patroness of this little women's store, graciously walks in my direction.She directs her blue eyes towards me, and when they land on my chest, as is often the case, they open wide in surprise. "Good morning Miss, forgive me this somewhat personal question, but to answer your request, asking it is essential. What exactly is the depth of your bonnet?"A little embarra.s.sed, I look at my two enormous b.r.e.a.s.t.s which threaten to tear the dress I've just put on."In order not to hide anything from you, I've given up wearing a bra. However, I can tell you that two years ago, I was approximately an F cup. However, and note that I'm the first to regret it, since then, my b.r.e.a.s.t.s have grown very large."The woman still observes for a few moments my generous b.o.o.bs with large nipples pointing upwards and when I see her shake her head, I can only resign myself. "I'm sorry, Miss, but I'm afraid there is no shop in this town that can meet your needs."Not that I am not accustomed to the fact that no shop has dresses to suit that annoying bosom with which men like to play so much, but when I do find a pretty one, I am always disappointed that I cannot buy it. There are also advantages to using a tailor. It allows you to get the clothes the way you really want them. However, I miss the pleasure of walking into a women's store, putting on a cute little s.e.xy dress, looking at your body in the mirror, and finally pulling out your magic card and offer it to yourself.
Between disappointment and resignation, I go back to the dressroom to remove the dress that my oversized b.r.e.a.s.t.s might distort.…To feel the multiple pairs of eyes belonging to men men whose d.i.c.k stiffens when they look at my young body, the soft breeze seeping under my short ample dress and coming to caress my little p.u.s.s.y free of panties, had missed me so much. After having walked many streets, the afternoon being already well advanced, I decide to attend a theatrical performance of a travelling troupe before finding a restaurant for dinner.The theatre itself is really nothing special. From what I could learn, it would also serve as a sales room and court. Mah, I guess it's not so bad for this town far from the capital. This show is one of those cla.s.sic dramas. The story of a widowed man desperately trying to see his wife again through his memories, has been going on for over twenty minutes when someone comes to sit in the armchair next to mine.No more interested than that in the person, my head nevertheless turns by reflex in her direction. G.o.d this young woman is so beautiful. This blonde who looks me in the eye and smiles at me is probably not much older than me. I won't be really surprised to learn that we are the same age. Yet, the almost s.e.xual aura that emanates from her large body proudly displaying two huge t.i.ts much larger than mine, tightly packed in a little red warrior outfit, makes my heart race as soon as my eyes land on her. "Did I miss something important?"Charmed by her soft, young voice, during a moment, I'm at a incapacity to answer her question. Could six days without being able to feel a man's vigorous c.o.c.k ravage my stomach be responsible for my current state?It is undeniable. The love juice that leaks out of my v.a.g.i.n.a and runs down my thighs is irrefutable proof of that."No, nothing of any consequence to note, Miss."The long-legged young lady wears a perfume of good quality, which indicates a social condition probably most envious. Without guilt, she directs her beautiful blue eyes towards my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, whose big, hardened nipples desire to feel her tongue taste them lasciviously.As she lingers at length on my cleavage that I would like to remove, her charming smile does not leave her fine and sensual lips. Probably satisfied with the view that my deep cleavage has offered her, her eyes go down a little more to finally land on my thighs that I open slightly (unintentionally), little attention which the beautiful one enjoys cheerfully. "If that's the case, I suppose this play must be particularly dull, so why don't we go and enjoy a nice dinner together?" As she comes a little closer and leans over to me, like her, I tilt my head towards the deep cleavage of her little warrior outfit. The tight red outfit, which suits such a tonic-bodied girl as that Miss, then allows me to see a little of her gigantic b.r.e.a.s.t.s, on which I would so much like to lay my little hands.I'm hungry, but I'm not hungry for fowl or beef. I desire only one thing. That the long, slender fingers of this beauty caress my erect c.l.i.toris. May her wet tongue run through my body of little s.l.u.t in need of c.o.c.ks and finish its sensual journey deep inside my p.u.s.s.y that's starting to moisten this cheap armchair. "It's true that this play is deeply boring. That's why I gladly accept your proposal, Miss. Miss?""Oh, Rhea, nice to meet you Miss.""Agathe, likewise. I'm already convinced that in the near future we'll be best friends, Rhea."