I was sure glad I did. She was 23 years old, still living at home, working part-time as a cashier. She was a cute brunette with crystal green eyes. Her hair was real wild: flowing curls down past her shoulders. She definitely had the legs, but I couldn't quite get a read on her overall figure, as she was dressed very conservatively for this first date. However, I sensed she was carrying a busty rack just by certain cues - you know what I mean. She was a still a farm girl, which gave her a certain "toughness". This was no delicate angel, but for some reason, I found that refreshing. She stood 5'6" and walked around with a curvy figure of 130 lbs. I liked the fact that she wore just the right amount of make-up to accentuate her sparkling eyes. Beautiful smile and a sweet, sweet laugh. Being a small town country girl she was shy, but tried her best to overcome it.

At the time, I was 34. professionally employed and back in school working on a second degree. So my time was limited, but it had been two long years with not much of a social life for me. So I was looking for some fun and, as they always say, you meet people through other people. However, it goes without saying that the first date was awkward at best since we didn't have a whole lot to talk about. Thank goodness for Dirk and Marie - since we both could talk to them!

Fast forward to six months later, and Shelly and I were now in a full bloom relationship! I couldn't believe how lucky I was. She was gorgeous and such a sweet, generous girl. There's a ton of stories waiting to be told, but those will have to wait. For this writing, I am telling what happened on our first Halloween together - which occurred six months into our relationship.

We were planning to go out clubbing in costumes. Dirk and Marie would be joining us. Shelly wouldn't tell me what she was going to wear, but by now, she knew what I liked, so I was hoping she'd wear a "hot" costume. You have to understand that, like so many busty girls, Shelly was "embarrassed" by the size of her breasts and always dressed to conceal them. She was a major double-D, with that natural "hanging low" look - great cleavage. So I always looked forward to the times when she would have to dress differently. (There is a great story of the time I bought her a Hooters midriff tank top, but that will have to wait for another episode). Anyway, I was to meet her at Dirk and Marie's apartment. Shelly was literally living with me, but she wanted to get dressed over at their place. That was fine with me since I wanted to let her surprise me anyway! Back at my apartment, I put on my "ghoul" costume, complete with mask.

As I was driving over to Dirk and Marie's, I started to think where Shelly and I were headed in our relationship. I figured tonight would be totally great with all the usual fun, but because she was 11 years younger than me and because she was only working part-time (with no real ambitions), the main cog of our togetherness seemed to be the fun stuff. Only the fun stuff. I loved her and she let me know she loved me, but everyone knows that the six-month "honeymoon" stage doesn't last. We needed to go to the next step or things would not last. Certain signs were becoming apparent to me -- maybe not to her? For instance, she rarely tried to understand my career and she couldn't fathom why I was going back to school. I supported her ideas and encouraged her whenever she hinted at doing more with her life, but then she would just seem to let it drop. Whenever we tried to discuss important issues (almost always at my instigation), she would eventually just avoid the whole conversation and turn on the TV or "get to the mall". At the same time, she always wanted to be with me - so that meant a lot. Or did it? This was concerning me, but I pushed it out of my mind as I drove into the building's parking lot. All I knew was that I was looking forward to having fun with my baby and my friends on Halloween night!

Sweet Mama!! As soon as I walked into Dirk and Marie's apartment, I knew immediately I walked into my fantasy-come-to-life! There was Shelly, sitting on the sofa beaming her fantastic smile at me, chewing her gum and waiting for me to say something. I was speechless until Marie yelled at me to "Say something, you idiot! Tell her how great she looks!" My gorgeous Shelly was wearing a micro leather skirt with mile-long crossed legs, black nylons, black heels - she was swinging her upper leg up and down in a fashion that seemed to just scream for me to get down on my knees and stroke her fabulous thighs! Wait! Scanning up and down this leg-swinging vision of beauty revealed what I was hoping for. How could I have missed this? I was an idiot! Here she was - just gorgeous - wearing the lowest cut, tightest shiny gold top I had ever seen, with her cleavage valley so deep it was like the Eighth Wonder of the World! Her glorious pumpkin-sized orbs (it is Halloween!) heaving in and out with each breath she took. She was literally going to pop out of that top! She had her "babies" cupped by a teasingly revealing black bra! Ohhh Mama!!

"Oh my God!!....Shelly!...Honey!...you are...truly... the most b- b- beautiful woman...I have ever seen!!". She loved hearing that. So she stood up and blurted out, "Well, can you guess what I am?". Then she gave me a devilish wink. "I'm your hooker, Honey!" I was flabbergasted! I did not expect her to say that! But I liked it! After all, it was Halloween - people put on costumes to become anything or anybody they want. Holy shit! Thank goodness my ghoul costume was a loose fitting, baggy thing! My rod was fast growing to rocket hard. And what was making an appearance on Shelly? Sure enough, her nipples were trying their damnedest to push through her black bra and shiny gold top to make their knobby presence noticeable! She was getting just as turned on by all of this as I was! I was so ready to mount her right then and there that I almost forgot about Dirk and Marie. This whole time they were laughing and wolf-whistling at us. So I walked (read: limped) over to her and all she would give me was a quick hello kiss on the lips. She told me there would be more, much more of "that", later on. But right now she didn't want to smear her lipstick. What a tease!

Eventually, the four of us left the apartment to begin our night of haunting fun. I loved seeing Shelly swinging her ass in that tight micro leather skirt as she walked out to the parking lot with Marie. Dirk and I walked behind the two of them and all I was thinking was, "You're damn right there's gonna be more of that later on, baby....". Yes indeed. Wow.

Dirk was dressed as a cowboy vampire villain and Marie looked great in her witch costume. Marie always liked to have fun too. And she was a huge flirt. That's why she and Shelly were such good friends. Dirk and I were always so logical - so these two women sort of balanced us. Somehow it was decided that I should drive my car. I was, in a way, disappointed. I kind of wanted to get in the back seat with my "hooker" and play with her as Dirk drove. But as it was, Dirk and Marie ended up in the back seat of my car with Shelly sitting next to me up front.

Well, maybe it wasn't so disappointing. Shelly was just knock-out gorgeous tonight and I had a hard time concentrating on driving. I was really enjoying the scenery of her every time she leaned back from her front seat to chat with Marie in the back. I also caught Dirk burning a hole with his eyes on Shelly's superbly ample bosom every time she turned toward Marie. That fucking bra was just crying to be torn off from her body! And her perfume was driving me insane. She had accidentally brushed her left wrist on my thigh as she turned down the radio and that must have left a trace of it on my leg. Ohh, she smelled so good. Shelly was primed for attention and she was loving it. Her hugely swollen white exposed bust, her sexy black nyloned legs, her skimpy micro leather skirt, her free flowing rich brown hair, her amazing cat eyes - for God's sake, where is my camera?! Shit, left it at my apartment.

In among all that was going on in my mind, another thought popped into my head. I was preparing for not only a night of fun, but also for a night of major hits on Shelly. But that goes with the territory and I realized that. I just didn't want anyone to ruin our fun. It was such a rush to see her dressed the way she was. It was a 180 degree transformation from her usual conservative style. I guess Arnold Schwarzenegger was right when he said in "Total Recall", that he liked his women with a "little slut look" to them. Shelly nailed that look on this night. And that damn micro skirt! Ever notice how amusing it is when a girl wears a super short skirt - knowing it will crawl up even higher whenever they are sitting - and they keep tugging it down trying hard to cover up their thighs!? Ohh, man. Shelly was tugging a lot! I wanted so badly to reach over and caress her, kiss her, make love to her. I just ached for her. And she knew it.

Dirk finally woke me out of my fantasy dreamland. "Here we are, boys and girls, pull in over there, Stackman. First round is on me". So I pulled in one of the few remaining parking spots left at this club. As Shelly cuddled up to walk in with me, I had to really check my jealous state of mind at the door or else I would not be able to enjoy this night. But when she spontaneously planted just one little kiss on my cheek - as we entered the club - and gave me that "I love you" look, I knew I had nothing to worry about. She pulled my mask over my head and now I realized that I too could be whoever I wanted. I felt supremely proud and confident - and yet, it was still slightly difficult, annoyingly so, to let go of her warm curvy body as we all approached the bar. I now had to mute out all my insecurity from my mind. There. Done. Now I was going to enjoy the "show".

And what a show it was. Halloween is great. It's the only night of the year, with the possible exception of New Year's and Mardi Gras, where grown men and women can put on costumes and act like complete fools and not get arrested -- hopefully. Anyway, even though I wasn't able to drink heavily (after all I was the designated driver), one good thing is that I can recall this night with reasonable clarity. I can't say the same for Shelly, Marie or Dirk. They were knocking 'em back fairly regularly. But nobody got raving drunk. And that was good - I definitely did not want Shelly passing out on me! It was hilarious to see guys (and of course, some girls) just stare at Shelly's gorgeousness. The typical scenario was some guy would somehow have to come up with some mundane thing to say to her just so he could score a hit. But coming from that tough farm-girl background, I just enjoyed watching Shelly flirt harmlessly and then squashing it if the dude got too interested. Amazing what drinks and partying and a gorgeous babe will bring out in people! And for the record, not all guys would hit on her (or Marie). As a matter of fact, most were just like me - enjoying the view of her and all the other hot women walking around. Except I knew I was going home with one of them!

Interestingly, it was Marie who was on my case to "do something" when it looked like Shelly was drawing someone's over-zealous attention. But I knew that Shelly was capable of handling it. And I damn well was ready to step in if she ever gave me the "help me" look. But she never did. Shelly was having fun and I was having fun and that's all that mattered. About the only time I got a tad concerned was when a guy actually coaxed Shelly to dance with him. Up until that point, I was the only one she was seen dancing with. Sometimes Dirk, Marie, Shelly and I would dance as a group. I was wondering why Shelly accepted this guy since she turned everyone else down. And it amazes me to this day that even when guys see a girl clearly with another man, some will still make the hit. All I know is I let her dance with him while I danced with Marie! Dirk was too busy staring into space. Then Shelly blew the guy off and came over to dance with Marie and me! That was a good way to end that. Trust is the key.

All that dancing was wreaking havoc on Shelly's bra-busting tits. Shake, rattle and roll, her "babies" were hubba-hubbing to escape the constraints of that black bra. And she wasn't exactly dancing fast and hard either - not in that micro leather skirt! I got so turned on dancing the obligatory one-time-only slow dance with her that I would have fucked her right there on the dance floor if she had wanted. Anyway, sometime after midnight, Marie and Shelly were chatting girl talk while Dirk and I were scanning the crowd and enjoying the babes. I knew I wore a mask for a reason - incognito scanning!

All of a sudden, Shelly let out a scream followed by uncontrolled giggling. Marie and she were in on something and the two of them went scampering off to the ladies' room, red-faced and all. Dirk asked me what the hell that was all about and I didn't have a clue. A little while later, the two girls came out and headed over to our table. Marie was still laughing, but Shelly looked downright embarrassed. When Dirk and I asked what happened, Marie was the one who told us. Apparently, Shelly's bra had broken! Jeezus! Her beautiful full globes finally decided they had had enough and they made a break for freedom! Now Shelly finished the story as I was casually looking down at her chest. Everything looked the same to me. Shelly said that Marie had a safety pin in her purse and they used that in the ladies room to temporarily fix the strained bra. All Shelly could talk about was how embarrassing that would have been if Marie hadn't had that pin and she would have had to go braless the rest of the night. All I could think about was how glorious that would have been!

Around one a.m. we all decided to call it a night. We had made the rounds to about 5 places by then and it was time to go home. As I drove home, I could see in the rear mirror that Marie was snuggled up close to Dirk and they were very happily whispering and soft kissing. Each time I looked over at Shelly, she would smile and put her left hand out on my thigh and give me a pat. I noticed she was now sitting with her legs open in the darkness of the car and wasn't at all concerned about how high up her micro leather skirt was crawling. No more tugging - interesting change from the drive out!

We dropped off Dirk and Marie at their place. The car doors were barely shut and Shelly was undoing her seat belt and moving over to be damn near on top of me. She turned semi-sideways so she could now throw her sexy smooth black nylon clad right leg over my right knee. That move alone made me overaccelerate and I had to hit the brakes. I couldn't wait to get home, but this was incredibly fun. Her right heel fell off and dropped near the brake pedal. Dammit, she was really getting to me. Then she kept on stroking her leg over my leg while her right hand was feeling for my bulge. She was clearly enjoying being the tease. I actually told her to cool it a bit or we might have an accident. The words bounced off her like a ping-pong ball off a paddle. She just ignored me and started kissing my neck. As she made her way up to my ear, out came her tongue and flick-flick into my damn ear! I was squirming around during all this and she kept telling me to sit still. I felt like a school kid being reprimanded by the teacher! She kept this up with various ploys until we got home.

When we got into the living area of the apartment, she headed for the damned bathroom. So I turned on a couple of the lights. When she came out, thank God, she was still in her hooker costume. I had been waiting all night to undress her and I was not to be denied. When she put her arms around my neck and passionately kissed me, she had that dreamy love look in her eyes. She always got turned on extremely fast - when she was in the mood of course. She started moaning as I began kissing her down her neck and into her bottomless cleavage. It was time to unleash the mounds! She took off the shiny gold top. She wanted to show me the safety pin repair job. It was kind of funny. She was so cute standing there with her big, biiiiig bra-busting bosom looking at me with a "don't make fun of me" look. So we shared a laugh over the fixing of the bra debacle.

I took off all my clothes as she released the overworked black bra. My dong needed to be out there! Her globular juggs dropped out and away in a big relief of freedom. Her breasts just hung so wonderfully. I just wanted to look at them and enjoy the sight. But then she did the one thing that always bugged me. She covered up both her beautiful big breasts with one arm and hand and started reaching for the first light with the other hand. She was beginning to turn off the damn lights! Remember - she always had a problem with the size of her hooters and no matter how much I told her otherwise, she just felt embarrassed by their hugeness. Well, this time I wanted to take it all in. So I stopped her from getting the lights turned off. I took her covering arm away and put my right hand under her massive, soft, mushy, warm left boob. She was beautiful and her breasts were not something to be ashamed of. She still struggled though. As soon as I was about to place my mouth over her left nipple and areola, she used both hands to lift my head and went for another mouth kiss pulling her entire body up next to mine. She was (perhaps subconsciously) clever enough to open her legs so my hardened rod would fit between her mini-skirted thighs and she could mash her bosom against my upper torso. She was hiding her tits from me - again. As long as it was dark, she was okay with anything. But if the lights were on, as now, or if it was daytime, she had to be lying down under me for me to play with her tits. She just did not like me seeing how far out they hung from her body while standing! I found that so frustrating because she could wear an outfit all night showing the whole world what kind of a rack she carried, yet now in another private sensual moment, she fell back into her insecure zone.

So I let her hold me and moan. When she finally pulled back, I went back down to suckle on her left milk bomb. This time she had to let me and she realized it was very enjoyable for both of us. She wasn't trying to stop me now! Her nipple was so hard in my mouth that I gave it a playful little bite. She liked when I did that, but once she had warned me not to bite too hard! As a matter of fact, when I pulled away to see what her reaction was going to be, her eyes were glazing as a sign she was totally turned on. She even used her own right hand to lift her big right hooter for me to worship next. Oh, this I loved! I suckled on her right tit until she started to tremble. I now realized that she must have been tweaking her right nipple as I was sucking on her left because out of the corner of my eye I could now see that she was pinching her hardened left nipple as I was tongue-flicking her right! So I pulled away from her and took one more good look at her big hanging naked rack of milk - standing there looking so beautiful, her nipples hard and pointing right back at me as if to say, "Look what you did to us"!

She still had on her micro leather skirt and the black nylons and heels. Some of her make-up was smearing, but who cared. I loved watching her kick off her two heels. With each kick, her juggs just shook and strained her skin! Then she dropped her skirt and I could smell the leather as it was being handled. She was so careful to not let her skirt hit the floor, and laid it carefully on the rocking chair. As she bent over to do that, I just couldn't help but move over to her and feel those huge hanging balloons! God, they were big, just hanging away from her body like udders on a human cow. She let me enjoy this moment. I told her I just loved her "pillows". She turned and smiled at me from her bent over position as I squeezed both of them, each in one eager, thrilled, albeit totally inadequate hand! She always liked when I called them pillows. She never cared for any of the other terms used to refer to breasts. She stood up and removed her nylons, slow and sexy. She tantalizingly caressed her own bare legs while sitting on the arm of the rocking chair. She was down to just her panties. Then she instinctively moved toward me and started to wrap her arms around me to hold me tight - again to hide her tits from view. But I took her hand in mine and led her into the bedroom.

In the dark bedroom, she lay down on top of the blankets. I lifted her waist and removed her skimpy black hooker panties. My stiff shaft almost getting in the way. She had the costume down right - all the way to the panties! The foreplay was now reaching the moment of passion. More kissing and moaning and she opened her legs for me to enter. I loved that part.

No time for going down on each other. She wanted a rocket ride now and I was not going to deny her! As I thrust down deep inside of her, she was already lifting her pelvis to meet each thrust. Bumping and grinding each other, I knew this whole night of tease was going to lead to a fast, furious first fuck! Oh God, she was so warm and wet! She kept groaning louder and louder. I was pumping her so hard and she was so "open" that I actually slowed down for two or three bangs to look down and make sure I was actually going in and out of her! At this moment, I took her two ankles in my hands and lifted them both to her hands which were around my neck. She knew to take her own ankles - one in each hand - and I repositioned myself so I could pound her hard now. She told me to pound her until she split in two! Where the hell did she get that from? Wow! She and Marie must have seen a porno film or something. All I know is I obliged! I pounded and pounded her as she just thrashed around underneath me totally in her "I'm about to come" zone. Her massive beautiful bomba boobs were doing the jello shake right under my face. But I almost couldn't watch as the warm feeling of total orgasmic pleasure was brewing up inside of me. As soon as I heard her sweet, sweet scream of orgasm, that triggered a chain reaction in me and I completely emptied my supply of hot cream inside of her! OH.....MY....GOD......She let go of her ankles and her legs found their way to a lock position around my lower back. She placed her hands around my neck and pulled me down to her. The sweat was dripping off of my face onto hers. Kissing her like this was always so special because my chest would take in her monstrous soft sacks of milk and I could always feel her heavy breathing underneath my heaving chest. We shared love chat and agreed that this was indeed a very Happy Halloween!

If you've enjoyed this first Story of Shelly, let me know and I will relive more memories of her for you. Everything I've related is absolutely true. If you want to know what happened to Shelly and me, I will tell you that we did eventually go our separate ways. I don't miss her since it has been a couple of years - and things change so much. Marie still runs into Shelly once in awhile. Marie tells me some news, but I don't really ask. I have moved on, as has Shelly. According to Marie, Shelly got married within a year of our split-up and now has two children already! According to Marie, I wouldn't recognize Shelly anymore as she has turned into an overweight "fuddy-duddy" housewife. That is hard for me to imagine, because all my memories are of Shelly as she was with me. Again, I have more true stories that I can share if anyone out there is interested.

Stacker is out for now...

All names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any similarity with real or morphed persons is pure coincidence.