Swallowing hard, Sarah managed to push out a response, slowly at first, but building to an unceasing stream of words as she found a semblance of confidence. Mentally kicking herself, Sarah wound the window down, an opening Jane immediately took advantage of to stick her head and upper body in, the edge of the window catching on her dress, which Sarah belatedly realised Jane had pulled down over her arms. Please show me your tits, they’re so fucking nice and I need to see them, Jane please, please, please-”
Jane smiled wide, hooking her fingers under each arm of her dress and pulling it down over her dark lace bra, the material clung tightly to her, framing the delicate softness of Jane’s prodigious chest, a sight that Sarah had long let herself fantasise about, without ever believing she’d lay her eyes on it. As they pulled up and Sarah stopped the car, Jane flushed red, composing herself for just a moment before speaking up.
