PART 2
A SAGA IN MAY:
THE HOOTERS GIFT

(all names have been changed to protect identities) (please read story #1 in BEhavior 17 for more information on Shelly, Dirk and Marie)

"C'mon Shelly, let's go for God's sake!", I yelled back as I headed out my apartment door. Man, she was waffling this morning. I knew Shelly wasn't happy that Dirk and I were flying to Reno without her and Marie, but she was our ride to the airport and time was running out. I had grabbed her keys from her purse and was heading out to the building parking lot to find her car. Luckily, she had it parked next to the building - but still quite a distance down the lot. I got to the car and unlocked the passenger door, threw my carry-on bag in the back seat of her black Camaro and climbed into the passenger seat. What was taking her so damn long?

I reached over and inserted the ignition key into the starter. I decided to start the car while I waited. I had mixed feelings about this weekend trip with Dirk. I was excited, but I knew I had better have a plan to make up for the fact that Shelly was not going with me. It was, for all intents and purposes, a business trip for Dirk and he'd asked me to go with him. I told him yes before discussing it with Shelly. I know, I know - big mistake. Marie actually wasn't interested in going since she had been the time before. It was Marie who convinced Shelly to even let me go. Hell, I figured the two girls could go shopping all weekend in the local malls while Dirk and I did our thing over in Reno. But Shelly's insecurity told her that Dirk and I might have too much "fun" - she understood the temptations awaiting two guys in Reno and was just not as trusting as Marie was. Hopefully, for our relationship's sake, Shelly would start to mature and learn from Marie.

These thoughts faded from my head as I looked past the driver's seat and through the window, wishing Shelly would come. Nothing. Now I was getting edgy. We still had to get over to Dirk's apartment to pick him up before heading out to the airport. Come on, come on.....engine running, birds chirping, wind blowing,....well, at least it was a bright sunny Friday morning in May. All of a sudden, it hit me. What an idiot I was just sitting here waiting and waiting. I could at least drive the damn car up to the building door so when Shelly came out, we could head on out immediately. So just as I decided to get out and go over to the driver's side I saw Shelly. She came galloping out of the building and running to the car. I was stunned: I froze in my passenger seat. Now it felt like I was the one with the immature mind, but I couldn't help it.

My God! Any thoughts of anxiousness to make the plane were evaporated by the sight of my Shelly running towards me! She just never realized how beautiful she was - especially when she wasn't trying to be! Here she was running like a typical girl, her thick curling brunette mane flying around her slender neck and smiling face. Wearing sunglasses, she looked like a new babe sighting for me - but it was indeed her. Knowing she was late, she must have just thrown on any baggy T-shirt and tight jeans she could find - and she definitely did not take the time to put on a bra! Holy shit. Sweet Mama! Her hourglass figure made it look like she was straining to run - the tightness of her jeans not helping matters - while her massive DD tits took on a life of their own, flying around completely out of control under that lucky loose T-shirt! Up and down and all around, her "babies" were just bursting to escape with every bouncing step she took. Running barefooted, she was carrying her purse in one hand and her sandals in the other. She was just laughing all the way trying to fight through the wind, completely ignorant of what her ballooned tits were doing.

Then a very interesting thing happened. About 20 feet from the car, she must have felt the skin straining in her chest area because she instinctively brought both of her forearms up to her monster bosoms to somehow try to contain them while they did their best to continue their joyful bouncing at each step. What a treat! Watching a busty babe unsuccessfully trying to control her own mountains was a complete turn on - and this busty babe was my girlfriend. Yes indeed! She slowed down as she reached the car. End of show. Damn. Oh well. She dropped her sandals, rammed her cute feet into each one, opened the driver door, dropped her purse behind the driver seat, got in, tossed her hair back, reached across to pull her seat belt over her big, beautiful, now-settled mounds, turned to me, smiled through her sunglasses and said, "I made it, honey." I could have fucked her right then and there. Man.

We raced over to Dirk and Marie's apartment. Shelly was a typical woman when it came to driving - she had a major lead foot. But this time I was not going to tell her to slow down. She seemed in pretty good spirits, so maybe she was okay with the whole Dirk trip thing now. No time for chitchat though. I was trying to concentrate on last minute details concerning the trip (tickets, flight times, etc.) while she just stayed focused on driving and listening to the radio. But dammit, she was distracting me.....why oh why did her nipples have to be pointing out hard through her T-shirt, just aching to be sucked on? Look at that! The seat belt she had on went right down the middle of her chest valley causing her T-shirt to tighten over her plump hanging orbs and hard nipples. Her nips clearly were awakened from the parking lot run! And again, she was completely oblivious to what her tits were telling me - or was she? Man, she had me wrapped. Gorgeous teaser babe.

As we arrived at Dirk's, he was already waiting outside of his building. Marie was standing next to him waving us over. Dirk gave Marie a quick good-bye kiss on her cheek as Shelly screeched to a halt. I got out to let Dirk in the back seat - the usual routine for a two-door sports car. Marie greeted me nicely and then ran over to the driver side where Shelly had her window rolled down. I couldn't believe they were going to start girl chatting with the time situation we were in! "Come on, we gotta go", yelled Dirk, "you two can gab later after Stack and I get on the damn plane." Apparently Marie was thinking of coming with the three of us to the airport, but bowed out after Dirk started yelling more. Thank God he was yelling, because if he hadn't, I would have!

We arrived at the main passenger drop-off area about 35 minutes before our flight was scheduled to depart. One nice thing was that Dirk and I had previously agreed to take only one carry-on bag each. So this meant no luggage to check. Personally, I wish I could always travel that light, but that is not always possible. For this trip, it was perfect. Dirk and I were about to make a mad dash to our gate when I realized I'd better say good-bye to Shelly. Since she had no reason to get out of the car, I scooted over to the driver door, leaned through the window and kissed her. Well, she decided to play the immature brat and did not respond to the kiss. Hell, I didn't even get to look into her gorgeous green eyes before she drove off - she was still wearing her shades and never took them off. At least she waved to us as she exited the airport lot, but that may have been for Dirk's sake. Frustrating as this all felt to me, I decided I wouldn't let it ruin the trip. "Geez, Stackman, I thought Shelly was okay with this whole trip thing man. What's the deal now?", he was asking me. "Ahhhh.....women" was all I could answer as I waved him off. We both chuckled as we passed through the metal detectors and headed for our gate. Reno - here we come!

As most know, Reno is not nearly as large nor as glitzy as Las Vegas. However, Dirk had told me that Reno can be a fun place to visit because the people are very nice and the crowds are not nearly as bad. He was right on both counts. We arrived in Reno at mid-day on Friday and left for home on Sunday night. Needless to say, we had a very nice time in Reno. Dirk got done with his business (mostly overseeing new product displays) and in his non-working times, we did the usual casino stuff. For this story, I will focus only on the incident that involved Shelly - albeit indirectly at first.

For Saturday's lunch, we decided to eat at Hooters. Actually, it was more like 3:00 pm, so the lunch crowd was gone and the dinner crowd hadn't arrived. So it was pretty empty in the place when we sat down to eat. I just love seeing those Hooter waitresses walking around trying to be such good restaurant workers while wearing such tight orange shorts and such low-low-cut white tops. And at this particular Hooters, Dirk and I both had to admit that most of these Reno girls were very attractive. And flirtatious. Wow. Two of them, both blondes, posed for photos with us and getting my arm around one of them was definitely fun. They both knew they had the racks and were enjoying the attention they were getting from me and then from Dirk. They must have been really bored before we came in. They decided after we did the photos thing that it would be fun to get us to buy some memorabilia while we ate. This one blonde was just a doll. I did tell her I had a girlfriend who would probably get a kick out of having a Hooters T-shirt. She ran back to get one for me to take a closer look at, but when she came back, she did not have a T-shirt with her. Instead, she brought back a Hooters Tank Top! After some thinking, I decided to get that for my Shelly! The blonde wanted to know what size I wanted. I played dumb and acted like I didn't know. She then asked me what measurements my girlfriend had. Dirk started to choke on his hot spicy wings when I told this Hooter babe that my girlfriend would probably take a "small" size. Oh this was going to be fun - watching Shelly try that skimpy little thin white Hooters Tank Top on! Dirk ended up buying an extra large T-shirt for Marie - mostly to be worn as a nightshirt in bed. I told him that was not a bad idea, but I would never think of buying one like that for Shelly. As we left this great Hooters restaurant, Dirk was telling me in the taxi that most of those girls were wearing their bras one size too small. I tended to agree with him on this observation. Any cleavage enhancement trick is fine by us.

Dirk and I arrived back home at our airport right on time Sunday night. We were both tired, but it was such a good feeling to see Marie and Shelly waiting for us at the arrival gate. Now Shelly was back to her normal self. She gave me the warmest hug and just feeling her soft melons crush my torso made me so happy. She looked so happy and smelled so good. On the ride home, the two girls wanted to know what Dirk and I had done during our free time. We told them the usual casino stories and that was about it. I wasn't sure if the Hooters meal story was going to come up, but I knew it would have to eventually because we had the two Hooters shirts as gifts for the girls. Finally, Dirk made the off hand comment that I'd dragged him to Hooters for lunch, blah, blah, blah. Both Shelly and Marie knew Dirk was just kidding around - until I said that we DID eat at Hooters. (Well, I wasn't going to lie about where I bought the damn shirt). Things got kind of quiet in the car for a couple of moments. Gee whiz....quickly thinking, I then said that none of those Hooter girls could hold a candle to our Marie and Shelly (heheh) - with Dirk nodding in agreement. That seemed to satisfy both girls, although I think Marie's initial disgust was feigned. Marie was not threatened by these issues, whereas Shelly had a tendency to let things like that bother her. Anyway, after my damage control statement, Shelly snuggled in by me even closer in the back seat of the car. She just looked up at me and smiled.

When Marie and Dirk dropped us off, I followed Shelly into my apartment. As much fun as it is to travel, it is always nice to come home. For some reason, I was extremely tired and probably would have flopped into bed to go to sleep if it wasn't for Shelly being in the apartment with me. She was in the chatty mood, which is fine, but I was not paying full attention. She was telling me about all the shopping she and Marie had done over the weekend. I did ask her if she'd done anything in the evenings. She said she'd stayed in on Friday night - mostly phoning. On Saturday night, she and Marie did go out to a movie and then had a few drinks at a club. I could tell she was very awake and if I didn't think of some way to snap out of my sleep-deprived state, there could be a conflict brewing here.

Then I remembered her souvenir. When I told her I'd bought her a silly souvenir, she wanted to see it right then. I explained the whole Hooters T-shirt versus Tank Top thing and that I should have gotten her the oversized T-shirt. But when she took the tank top, she seemed to like it. (Remember - Shelly has always been embarrassed by her over-sized bust, but at this point in our relationship, she was much more comfortable about her figure in private with me). So I was quite pleased to see her pull off her purple pullover and let her major milk jugs shimmy in her white bra right in front of me! Yep, now I was awake!

As I followed her to the bathroom, I was explaining that I might have bought the wrong size (heheh). She wanted to try it on and look in the mirror. I wanted to see this! "What do you mean....wrong size?", she looked at me oddly. "Well....you know....with your petite upper body and....you know....your upper measurements....I wasn't sure if a tank top should be small or medium or what", I was choosing my words carefully because Shelly could get weighty. "Oh for crying out loud, this will never fit me. It's way too small. Look at this....", she was now struggling with her Hooters Tank Top. She had it on over her head, but there was no way she could get the material to cover her heaving breasts - especially with them being fully supported out by a full cup bra! She pulled down on the tank top and it just kept snapping back resting on top of her big rack. She would twirl around looking in the mirror hoping it would work if she tried from a different angle. All to no avail. I finally had to try.

I approached her from the rear and reached around her body to get both hands on the tank top in front. I pulled down real slow and got the thing to stretch over her big, beautiful bust - but I had to hold down on it for I knew if let go, the material would just snap back as kept happening to her. "There, Honey. That looks great.", I was now starting to chuckle so much it was difficult to keep a grip on the tank top. Shelly was now laughing out loud at this hilarious mirrored site of me holding down this size small Hooters Tank Top over her monster hooters heaving in and out while her bra was being pressed to the limit. "Let's try this without the bra", she was now suggesting. Holy mama. That got me thinking. So I let go of the tank top and she quickly undid her bra letting it drop to the bathroom floor by our feet. Geezus! Even though I've seen her breasts numerous times, played with them at every chance I get, the mere sight of them after a few days away just took my breath away. She couldn't care less what I was thinking. She was still totally determined to get into her Hooters Tank Top!

Oh God. As she was now pulling the tank top over her head, arms up, her fully naked breasts just hung out there for all the world to see - her nipples started to grow hard. Now I couldn't resist. My cock was growing full throttle and my hands were heading for the promised land. I gently reached around her again, this time to fully cup each hand around as much of her two full jiggly sacks of warm milk as I could. Still standing behind her and watching ourselves in the mirror, she stood smiling and let me have my fun pleasuring her globular juggs. She left her arms above her head with the tank top entangled in her hands - sort of like a pseudo pair of handcuffs. I spun her around and she didn't resist. She wanted a sucking and I was more than happy to oblige. First we kissed deeply. She started to moan. God, I'd missed this in Reno! I kissed her gently all down her neck and collarbone area. She loved the anticipation knowing her nipples were going to get their needed attention. With her arms still above her head, she was being totally submissive. I kissed and licked her down inside her cleavage. Using both of my hands, I pressed her two love balloons together just to see her gorgeous naked cleavage. Man, these are so much fun to play with! How can well-endowed women stand it - every shower they take, they must play with their breasts like this! I let her left tit drop down and used both hands just to control her right orb. Bringing it up to my mouth, I tried something I never had with her before. I maneuvered her nipple to her mouth. She had her eyes closed and was anticipating my mouth kissing and suckling her. When this didn't happen, she slowly opened her eyes to see what I was doing. She immediately knew what I wanted her to do and without hesitation, she opened her warm, moist mouth and started sucking on her own right nipple. I KNEW IT. I once had tried this before in bed, but it was so dark I never got to see if she could do it. But now under the brightness of the bathroom light, it was beautiful to watch. As soon as she stopped to take a breath, I moved my mouth over her now wet right nipple, sucking and licking all around her areola. I whispered asking if she could do her left one and she looked down at it hanging by its lonesome, slightly embarrassed now, and said so sweetly, "OK". I lifted her left tit up to my mouth first this time and suckled like a starving infant. She was starting to moan and rock back and forth. She wanted me to let her suck now. So I moved her throbbing left nipple toward her mouth and she moved to engulf it like she did it all the time. That made me really wonder, when is it the first time a well-endowed woman tries doing this to herself and does she tell anyone about it? Damn! After we were both done sucking on her engorged nipples, I let her now pull the tank top down over her full naked breasts. Oh, that was gorgeous. She actually got into the Hooters Tank Top! But she could never wear this out in public. Any sudden movement, as she was now showing me in the bathroom, resulted in an exposed orb playing peek-a-boo from under the tank top. And her nipples would cause traffic accidents if she walked down the street in this thing!

Shelly was resourceful though. She did promise to wear her Hooters Tank Top underneath other tops - to act as a bra device. And she did. And she always seemed to like it. We retired to bed after the tank top fun and made fantastic love before falling asleep in each other's arms.

That Sunday night will stick in my mind for the rest of my life. My Shelly - the ultimate Hooters girl. To this day, I wonder if she ever kept her souvenir.

If you've enjoyed this second Story of Shelly, let me know and I will relive more memories of her for you. The first story was well received and I am sorry it took six months to write out this second story. Everything is absolutely true, as it happened, to the best of my knowledge.

If you want to know whatever 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 a while. 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 parting and now has two children. Marie also said I would not recognize Shelly anymore, as she has turned into a "fuddy-duddy" overweight housewife. That is hard for me to picture in my mind, because all my memories are of the way Shelly was when she was with me. Again, I have more true stories that I can share if there is any interest in reading them.

Stacker is out for now...