As they walked from his car to the restaurant, David couldnt take his eyes off Lorrie. Her blonde hair was flowing in the breeze, and her exquisite face and sensuous mouth seemed to glow with the sparkling luster of a rising passion.

This was their third date, and David was used to seeing Lorrie dress provocatively, but he didnt recall seeing her look as ravishing as she did tonight. Her red dress was open down to her navel, and anyone who looked could easily have a full view of her lush, ripe breasts.

Her skirt was very short, and the long, regal lines of those gorgeous legs in high black heels drew a lewd catcall from a passing car. A strong breeze lifted her miniskirt, and David heard the sound of a passing car screeching its brakes. Lorrie made no effort to pull her skirt down. David glanced down long enough to see her bare buttocks fully exposed by a frilly pink thong. That skirt is really short! said David. My little softness is very wet and excited, said Lorrie. I dont care if the world can see it! The car was holding up traffic, and horns were blaring.

Lorrie just smiled and waved, relishing all the attention drawn to the soft flesh of her bare soft place. David opened the door to the restaurant and quickly ushered her inside.

They were soon seated at a small, dimly lit booth, and Lorrie leaned forward to emphasize the deep cleft between her half naked breasts. Im feeling very sexy tonight, she said. I hope I get some credit for that, said David. Lorrie just laughed. Ill bet you think Im finally going to let you play me tonight, dont you? David grinned back at her. The thought had occurred to me. Lorrie tossed her blonde tresses back from her naked shoulders. When we get back to my apartment, she said, I want to ask you a little favor. Whats that? I want to measure you.

What? I want to see how long your thingy is. And how thick. I keep a record of all my men. I know what size it takes to thrill me. No kidding? David looked over at her with an unconvincing grin. Lorrie glanced down at her cleavage. You like the fact that I have large breasts.

I know you do. I see you staring. Why shouldnt I know the size of the length thats going to enter me? After we start making out, I want to measure your erection. Is that okay? But why? Because I like to be thrilled by a man, and I know what size it takes to do that to me. A tall black man was sitting at a table next to theirs. It disturbed David that he couldnt seem to take his eyes off of her cleavage. Lorries breasts were spilling out of her flimsy top, her nipples in full view of the man. Lorrie didnt look at him, but her sultry smile made clear that she didnt mind the attention. Do you realize that man has a full view of your breasts? David asked. Lorrie laughed out loud. Ill bet youre small, arent you? David looked away. Oh my god! Lorrie exclaimed.

You have a small manhood! Oh shit! I didnt say that. No, but that look in your eyes did. Lorrie laughed again, then glanced at the black man, his lustful eyes still transfixed by her daring show of feminine flesh. She let one strap of her top fall from her shoulder, leaving one breast completely exposed. The mans mouth fell open. Lorrie did nothing to cover her nakedness. She leaned over even further toward David. I wonder if hes big, she whispered. She looked toward him and tossed her golden hair back from her shoulders. She grinned at David.

Do you mind if I invite him to join us? she asked.

What?! Im only kidding! said Lorrie.

An hour later, they were back in Lorries living room. David offered her a cigarette. Lorrie shook her head. Lets play right now! she exclaimed. Im really feeling horny! Okay! said David.

Lets play. Wait here a second, said Lorrie. Ill be right back. David watched as she walked into her bedroom, her beautiful long legs pounding the stems of her heels into the hardwood floor. In a matter of seconds she had returned, extending a long strip of measuring tape. I can see your hard-on beneath your pants, she said.

Please unzip your fly and measure it for me. Okay? Wait a god-damned minute! said David.

Lorrie laughed. Thats what I suspected, she said. Youre small, arent you? Ill bet you have a pencil thingy. Let me see. I want to see it. Damn! I thought size wasnt supposed to matter. Of course it doesnt really matter that much. It only matters to a girl like me who wants to feel a real man inside her when shes getting played.

Thats all. Are you going to let me see your thingy or not? David unzipped his fly and took out his erection.

Lorrie laughed out loud. Oh my god!! It is a pencil thingy!! Oh, my god! There was a knock on the door. Lorrie smiled at David. Thats Blaine, the man from the restaurant. I invited him to come over when you went to the mens room. I hope you dont mind. Lorrie walked to the door and opened it as David put his length back inside his pants. Hi Blaine! he heard her say as she opened the door.

Please come in. David saw the huge man duck his head to get through the doorway. The man smiled as he walked over to David and extended his huge black hand. Hi. Im Blaine Watson.

Hope you dont mind that Lorrie invited me to join you this evening. David couldnt believe his eyes. Lorrie had allowed the flimsy cloth of her bodice to fall open around her bare shoulders, leaving the jutting mounds of her large breasts completely exposed. Was it his imagination or were her nipples standing up taut and erect? Blaine was as shocked as David was, and stared right along with him. Blaine pointed to the measuring tape in her hand. Whats that for? he asked. Lorrie laughed with delight. Im trying to get David to let me measure his little length, she said, and he wont let me. Lorrie! exclaimed David. Knock it off, will you? Blaine laughed along with her. Im only kidding, David. said Lorrie. Let me pour both of you some wine. She disappeared into the kitchen, and David sat down to light a cigarette.

Damn! said Blaine. Shes got her a gorgeous set of tits, doesnt she? David nodded. Likes to show them off, too. Youre lucky to have a girlfriend with tits like that. And those long legs!! Damn! Gives me a boner just lookin at her. Lorrie walked back into the living room, swinging her hips like a stripper.

She sat three wine glasses on the coffee table in front of them and began to pour from the bottle, bending over just enough to let her skirt hike above her sultry hips. Blaine had a perfect view of Lorries perfect little heart-shaped soft place. So youre into guys with big lengths, huh, Lorrie? asked Blaine. He used one hand to adjust the huge bulge in his crotch. I think she was joking, said David.

Girls dont really care much about that.

Bullshit! said Blaine, his eyes studying the shapely curvature of Lorries soft place.

Why was she bending over in front of the other man for so long, David wondered. Bullshit is right, said Lorrie.

She finally straightened up and glanced back at Blaine. She had allowed her top to fall all the way to her waist. The luscious mounds of her full breasts were now completely exposed to their view. Lorrie clasped her hands behind her head to adjust her hair, preening for the grinning black man.

There was now a lewd tent sticking up from his crotch.

Girls who like sex do care.

I care. Lorrie took a seat between the two men and crossed her long, showgirl legs, letting her brief skirt hike well above her hips.

Lorries eyes were clearly drawn to the stalwart bulge protruding from Blaines lap. Her naked breasts were heaving with simmering passion. There was a silent moment of rising sexual tension, broken by Lorrie as she turned toward David. I think I left my wrap in your car, David. Could you run out and get it for me? Er, uh, okay, David replied.

He got up and walked toward the door. Blaine and Lorrie were grinning at each other, saying nothing.

Dennis walked to the door. As soon as the door closed behind him, Blaines hands were all over Lauries tits. She moaned with delight and began to caress the massive pole that had stiffened inside his pants, stroking it through his clothing. Oh god! she exclaimed. Youre huge, arent you? Blaine picked Lorrie up and carried her to the bedroom. Lorrie protested. No, she cried out. What are you doing? The big man laughed and tossed her onto the bed. He ripped the skimpy dress from her waist, leaving her with only the thong panties to cover her nakedness.

She watched as he unbuckled his trousers and took out a length that was as long as her forearm. Lorrie gasped.

It was not only long but thick, and it stood up like a fierce black reptile, hard and throbbing with lust. Instantly her mouth was on him, and Blaine groaned with pleasure. The bedroom door was open when David returned from his car. He stood in the doorway and watched his girlfriend use her eager mouth to worship the long, stout battering ram of a thingy that belonged to the black man. Blaine glanced over at him as Lorrie sucked on his powerful length.

I dont mind if you want to watch me play your girlfriend, said Blaine. Lorrie took her mouth from Blaines glistening length just long enough to smile over at David. Yeah, pencil thingy, she said. Why dont you watch? You might just learn something. Lorrie ran her tongue along the length of the stalwart shaft. When he starts playing me really hard and I start screaming, it may suddenly dawn on you that.. Let me guess, said David. Two words. Size matters.