Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:32 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 204 To: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com Check our new domain names! http://www.netforward.com v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v MRWADE.204 BY MASTER WADE The Personal Banker I watched the last of the "security bags", as they were called, being loaded in the back of the truck. I always thought it humorous that the powers that be couldn't come right out and call them "money bags" instead, since all of us who worked for the company knew that was all they ever contained. It was made clear to us, afterall, that we were responsible, on any given day, for the safe delivery of millions of dollars in currency and coin to financial institutions all over the state. Joey DeFalco, my co-driver/guard, stepped up and elbowed me in the ribs. "You're in for a treat today, big boy," he said, munching on the last of a steak and egg sandwich. "Oh yea? How's that?" I asked. "New girl at First Federal in Milbourne. One of the kinds you like. Saw her one day last week when I was riding with Mac." He made a sign with his hands to indicate the girl was well-endowed. "Mmm," I said, my anticipation rising. "D cups?" "Double D would be my guess. And she's short like you like too," he said, smiling. I looked over the list of stops we had to make that day. We'd hit First Federal sometime before lunch, probably. "Let's hit the road then, pardner," I said, closing the doors of the truck and locking them. Joey kept me entertained the rest of the morning with his constant chatter, but I found it hard to think about anything other than this new girl he'd mentioned. He was usually a pretty good judge of tits, when it came down to it, and hadn't steered me wrong in the past. Milbourne wasn't far from the small town I lived in either. This just might turn out to be something exciting. We reached First Federal around eleven fifteen. "Teller?", I asked, shutting the door of the truck. "Yeah, second stall...at least that's where she was last week," he replied. We entered the back door and walked through the lobby. There was a short blonde at the second stall, but at first I couldn't see much more than her head and shoulders. A few steps more, however, and I saw what had caught Joey's attention. The girl couldn't have been much over twenty years old and I guessed her to be just barely five feet tall. She stood at the counter, and her breasts rested on the marble slab in front of her. It was almost as if she had learned to let the counter support them, to take some of the strain off the pull of the bra straps against her shoulders. Joey was right. She was definitely a double d, maybe more. Dressed in a simple dress that would be acceptable work attire, she was a knockout, and I could just imagine what she would look like in a halter top or a bathing suit. I tried not to stare, but she caught me looking and smiled sweetly. The uniform helps, I guess. Some girls just can't resist it. Joey and I moved on to the vault where another bank employee met us and allowed us to place the security bags inside. While he got the employee's signature on the deliver form, I looked back over my shoulder, trying to catch another glimpse of the girl. Then Joey was elbowing me again and smiling. On the way back out, I stopped at the girl's window and said hello. "Hi. You're new, aren't you? Don't think I've seen you here before." "Yes," she replied. "I just started working here a couple of weeks ago. I guess you come in here pretty often?" "Not often enough," I said, letting my eyes fall to her chest. She laughed quietly. "Well, you don't work twenty-four hours a day do you?", she asked. I caught her looking at my left hand. There was no ring. Evidently she was also single, judging from the absence of a ring on her left hand. "How about dinner sometime?", I asked, figuring I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. She wrote her number on the back of a deposit slip and pushed it across to me, her heavy breasts sliding across the marble as she moved her arm toward me. "Call me. We'll talk about it," she said, smiling. Joey was elbowing me again. "You gonna stay here and chat all day?", he asked, grinning. "He thinks he's my mother," I said to the girl, putting the deposit slip in my shirt pocket. "I'll call you soon. Thanks." "Whew," I whistled, as we walked toward the truck. "You do know a tit girl when you see one, don't you, ole buddy?", I asked him. "I thought you might like her. And she gave you her number, huh?" I laughed. "Sure did. Now let's hurry up and get this run over with. I've got a phone call to make." The rest of the day passed slowly. There were a few more teller's on our route that I enjoyed getting to see, but none with tits like the young blonde had. It slowly dawned on me that I hadn't gotten her name, and I took the deposit slip out of my pocket and looked at it again. After her number she had written: "My name is Tina. Let's stay in touch." I grinned and put the slip back in my pocket. "Tantalizing teller Tina with the terrific tits," I mumbled. I liked the sound of that. Later that night, after showering and fixing a quick dinner for myself, I took out the photo album that I kept stashed behind some blankets in the linen closet. I called the album my "boob book" because it was filled with pictures of tit's I had known and loved. When I first began my collection of photos I had been surprised by how easy it was to get girls to let me photograph their naked breasts. I know it's dangerous to make generalizations where people are concerned, especially women, but my success leads me to believe that big breasted girls tend to be a bit more comfortable with exhibitionism than those not so well-endowed. I guess girls with tits the size that I like most have to get used to being stared at. I flipped through the album picking out photos that portrayed tits that might be similar in size to Tina's, trying to picture her naked. I finally decided that Betty came closest, and I flipped open my daybook to check on Betty's statistics. 40DD. Just about what I guessed. I put away the album and the daybook and called Tina. She sounded genuinely pleased that I had called so soon, and we chatted for over an hour about each other's lives. She suggested that we meet for a swim at her apartment on Saturday rather than going out to dinner. It was easy for me to agree. Saturday came and I arrived at Tina's apartment complex on time. She had said to walk through the entrance door and to the back of the hallway where I would find a door which led to the pool in back. I pushed open the door and saw Tina in the clear water toward the far end of the pool. She waved and came toward me, swimming effortlessly with graceful strokes. "Hi!", she said, pulling herself up with her arms to rest on the edge of the pool. Her wonderful tits spilled out onto the rim, barely contained by her red bikini top. The gash of her cleavage seemed to go on forever, and I found myself growing hard inside my jock. "This is really nice," I said, squatting in front of her and looking around the pool area. "And you're an excellent swimmmer. I'm impressed." "I don't have much trouble staying afloat," she said, winking. Was it that easy to tell I was a breast freak or were all men like that? "No, I should imagine not," I replied, blushing a little bit, but pleased that I wouldn't have to hide my appreciation of her assets. "So, come on...get in," she said, pushing herself back into the water on her back, her heavy globes wobbling to the sides and bobbing like floats whose mission was the support of her body. I slipped off my shirt and dived in. The water was ice-cold and it took my breath away. I could just imagine the effect it was having on her nipples. We played in the water for quite some time, talking to each other about anything and everything, except what was most on my mind, which was how much I wanted my cock between her tits. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, and my only wish was that the suit she wore had been made a bit differently. There was a seam which ran across the middle of each cup which prevented her nipples from showing as I knew they would with a differently made top. "Ready for some lunch?", she finally asked, as we floated in the deep water. "Sure," I said. "I'll race 'ya to the other end!" she said, getting a head start on me. She was a terrific swimmer and I worked hard just trying to catch her. Reaching the shallow water, I lost sight of her for a second, only to find her surfacing directly in front of me, her big boobs grazing my legs, stomach and chest as she came up out of the water. She stood, pressed against me, her head tilted back, water dripping from her long blonde hair and off the end of her little nose. She slid her arms around my waist. "Look," she said, softly, "I like you, and I don't see any point in beating around the bush here. I know what you like about me and it's okay." She pushed her breasts at me, as if to confirm her remarks. "Oh, but it isn't just that. You're a very nice girl," I said, putting my hands on her shoulders. "Yeah. I am a nice girl. But I have great tits too. Why don't we go inside and let you get to know them a bit better?" I lifted her chin and kissed her mouth softly. Then I pushed her away from me and we walked out of the pool and upstairs to her small apartment. Once inside, Tina walked to the bathroom and brought out two large towels. Before drying herself she took off the bikini, sliding the little bottoms down her short, but well-formed, legs. Her pubic hair was dark, nothing at all like the blonde hair on her head. She slid the straps of the top off her shoulders and worked her tits out of the cups. They fell free easily, swinging proudly in front of her, allowing me my first real look at them. I stood transfixed, watching her, the towel hanging from my hand. Her aureola were large, big circles of darker skin which fanned out and seemed to almost cover the ends of her tits. The nipples were broad and thick; thicker than any of the ones in my photo album. Tina knew I was watching, but didn't look at me. She was performing, and we both knew it. She dried herself, moving her body skillfully, aware of just what movements would show her to me most pleasantly. When she was done, she tossed the towel to the side and stood there, her legs apart, both hands lifting her tits in an offering to me. I dropped the towel and walked toward her, eager to have my hands full of her wonderful breasts. "No, no," she said, wagging her finger in my face. "Dry off first, and get out of that wet bathing suit." She smiled sexily. I stepped back and picked the towel up, rapidly drying myself off and sliding out of the trunks. My cock was hard in the jockstrap and it sprang free as I slid it off. I felt her eyes on me as I dried it off and I performed a bit for her as well, lifting my dick to dry underneath it, holding it in my fist as I dried my balls with the rough towel. She pinched her nipple on one breast and licked her lips. Tina walked into her bedroom, motioning for me to follow. She took a bottle of lotion from her dresser and handed it to me. "I'm all wrinkled from being in the pool. Will you put this on me, please?" she asked, laying back on the bed. I squirted some of the cool lotion into my hand as I knelt on the bed beside her. There was no doubt in my mind where she wanted the lotion put, nor did I feel compelled to worry about where I chose to begin. I warmed the lotion in my hands and then began spreading it on her beautiful big breasts, taking one breast at a time between my hands and smoothing the lotion on them, lifting her breast, watching the thick nipple point up at me, begging to be bitten and sucked. She held her hand out, cupping it, asking for lotion. I poured some into her hand and smiled as she touched my hard cock and began coating it with the cool lanolin. I squirted more lotion on her tits. "Get a lot in between them," she said. "Make my tits slick." I swallowed hard and poured an obscene amount of lotion in the crevice of her tits. She stroked my cock as I greased her, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. "Fuck them," she said, softly, almost imploring me. I straddled the young blonde teller, letting my cock fall between her heavy globes to land in the puddle of lotion. She pressed her tits together, trapping my dick and hiding it, her thick nipples only a few inches away from each other now, the brown circles of her aureola staring at me. Slowly I began moving my hips, working my stiff dick back and forth between her marvelous mammaries. I reached behind me, feeling for and finding her pubic hair and the top of her wet pussy. I rubbed her hardening little clitoris with my finger as I continued fucking her tits, feeling her push them against me, the soft channel of her young breasts slick and hot, almost like pussy. Tina leaned her head forward and stuck her pink little tongue out of her mouth, licking at the head of my throbbing cock as it pushed through her cleavage. I worked two fingers into her wet little slit as I felt myself growing steadily closer to orgasm. She hunched at them, her tongue dancing against my cockhead, her pussy clinging at my busy fingers. "Yes!", she moaned, "fuck my big titties. Fuck them good!" Her legs moved open and shut behind me in feverish jerks and her hips pumped. Her words and actions drove me quickly to the point of no return and I felt my cock begin jerking, my cum spewing out from between her breasts, landing on her tongue and lips and chin. She dropped her breasts and quickly took me in her hand, moving her mouth closer to the end of my still squirting dick and pumped more of my cum out onto her tongue as her own orgasm ran through her hotly. When she released my cock and fell back limply against the pillow, I milked the few last drops of cum left in my still hard dick out onto her tits, watching them land in the dark circles which surrounded her nipples. "Whew," she said, smiling, "I love a man who appreciates my assets and makes big deposits." "I'm glad," I said, returning her smile. "A girl like you should have someone guard her assets." "I agree. And don't worry, I know how to keep my guard up, too." I laughed. Not only was this titilating teller a tantalizing turn on, but she was going to make fiduciary fornication feverishly fascinating. For sure. The End The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found on Wade's World BBS, (703) 694-5460, ansi terminal emulation, 8,N,1, 12009600 baud.