“This is crazy,” I said. “You know that, right?”
“Crazy fun,” she said, wagging her eyebrows suggestively. She then cupped her tits through her sweater. “So, is that a yes?”
I couldn’t say no, so, “Yes.”
Kaia’s smile lit up and she offered her hand in a shake of agreement. “Pleasure doing business with you, cuz. I’m sure we’ll both be satisfied.”
I hoped so. I was also acutely aware that I’d likely be seeing those tits any moment now. And she’d…what? I had no idea.
She grinned as my eyes drifted down. “I’m guessing you want a look?”
“Sure.”
Kaia wasted no time, grabbing the hem of her sweater and peeling it up. Inch after inch of bare skin was revealed, driving me wild with anticipation, until she reached the bottoms of her breasts. She’d lifted just enough for me to see the under curve and proof of no bra. For their full size, they didn’t droop much.
“That good enough?” she said, clearly teasing.
“Uh, no. Keep going.”
She melodramatically sighed. “Very well, perv.”
Kaia didn’t leave me waiting long as she quickly lifted the sweater up to her neck. Her breasts bounced free, bared solely for my viewing pleasure. And, damn, was I pleased. They were glorious — full, maybe a C-cup (at a guess), hanging slightly to each side, and dotted with small pink aureoles puckered almost entirely into very erect nipples. I could see the goosebumps on her skin, making me feel slightly guilty for how long she’d put up with the cold to be here with me.
I looked up and found her watching my reaction intently. Her smile was all I needed to wipe away any guilt over her exhibitionism. She was enjoying this and savoring my appreciation of her figure.
“Well? Worth it?”
“Absolutely,” I said. I wanted to reach out and feel them, but that wasn’t part of the agreement. I should’ve negotiated better. “They’re amazing. Even better than I’d imagined.”
She grinned and shimmied. The way her tits swayed made me weak in the knees. “And you’ve spent how much time imagining them, exactly?”
“No comment.”
“Uh huh. Perv.” There was no malice in her comment. Rather, I think she really enjoyed the idea I’d been hot for her.
Kaia lowered her sweater. “Now, I want to examine my shiny, new left testicle.”
Unsure what she had in mind, I stood there waiting. Kaia stepped forward and reached out for my crotch. She might have been going for my balls, but there was no way she could miss my erection in the process. Her hand didn’t linger there, though, clearly fishing around for “her” testicle. I could hardly believe this was actually happening.
“Can’t find it through your jeans,” she said. “Guess I’ll have to try another way.”
Kaia unbuckled my belt and began unzipping my jeans. Her focus was entirely on my crotch, never looking up at my eyes. I just watched in eager fascination, wondering just how far she’d take this. Honestly, at that point, I’d have let her do damn near anything she liked.
Once she had me unzipped, Kaia stepped in close such that our bodies touched. I was acutely aware of her breasts pressing into my chest. She was only a couple inches shorter, so when she looked me in the eyes it wasn’t an awkward angle for either of us. Maintaining that eye contact and a neutral expression, she reached into my pants and began groping my balls through my boxer briefs. I craved more contact with my cock, but other than an incidental brush against it she was careful about where her hand went. After grasping both balls, she separated the left one and rolled it around in her fingers for a bit.