Chapter 3

As I began going through the motions with the repair, I spotted Daphne entering the equipment room. I was sitting on the floor, pretty well hidden behind an equipment rack by the small table and I gazed hungrily at her as she walked by; her ass cheeks jiggling violently under the thin denim of her jeans. Jeff didn’t even look at her, but I sure did as she grabbed her big rumps to adjust the panties which had ridden up deep into her crack.

Her hands nearly disappeared as they sunk into her soft, buttery butt flesh. She rubbed and pulled the panties through the jeans until she had them properly stretched back over her basketballs and then wriggled over to the table.

I had long since given up working and I gaped up with my mouth wide open as she stood right over me at the table. Bending at the waist, appearing to read some paper, she gave me a wide open view of her bare tits through the bottom of the open, hanging blouse. She must not have even know I was there because, after looking around to be sure no one else was in there, she slid her hands up under her blouse and hefted one of her big melons in each hand.

Squeezing and rubbing, the white breast flesh bulging out between her fingers, Daphne’s mouth opened and she let out a low gutteral grunt. “I knew there was something different about this girl”, I thought as my left hand began to stroke my thickening dick through my pants. As I gazed up, stroking a little faster now, Daphne moved her index fingers up and began rubbing her plump nipple sacks until they began to pucker and wrinkle. Another series of soft moans were forced from her lips as her nipples began stiffening outward by themselves like little cock shafts.

I picked up the pace of my jacking, not caring if she heard me or not at that point, when I saw her begin to rub and pinch those light-brown puckered nipples. Grunting and groaning freely now, but only loud enough for me to hear, Daphne began to quiver and shake slightly. I didn’t think it was possible, but it looked like she was going to come just from fondling her tits and nipples! I felt my balls start to tighten and a trickle of pre-cum stain my shorts in anticipation as I watched Daphne continue to self-pleasure her tits.

We were both working furiously now. With thumb and forefinger Daphne was jerking off her nipples like they were a pair of stiff little dicks. Her breasts had swelled to almost double their normal size and began flushing to a dull purple color. They stretched the tit sacks so tight there was no jiggle in them anymore and they had grown four or five inches in length too.

They looked like the ends of monstrous, erect purple salamis sticking out of her chest. Daphne had cupped as much as she could of those tight tubes with the remaining fingers of each hand and started jacking off her own tits! She worked the skin back and forth in a hard, fast rhythm in time with the thumb-stroking of her nipple shafts; the swollen, purple breast meat sliding inside the tight, transluscent outer skin.