Out of the powerful haze of the lights stepped two very feminine shapes.
“Hi, mister!”
You gave a very weak wave in response, considering that these people seemed to have stolen you just moments ago.
“Yeah, so, like, thanks for not screaming and, like, being chill about it” said one, a young fit blonde woman with a dark honey tanned skintone.
“Yes, Daisy and me are very grateful for your discretion” mused the other respectfully, statuesque in height and heaving with chocolate thickness trapped beneath the meager cloth.
“… you?”
“Oh right yes, I’m Rachel. Nice to meet you.” she offered out her hand to shake, and you took it.
“Great, yeah, awesome. Can we hurry it up?” chastised Daisy impatiently, her folded arms supporting her generous modesty.
“Yeah, I’ll just get going…” you said, taking your cue to hopefully slip away from whatever this was.
A strong set of hands … four hands? … on your shoulders gently discouraged you.
“Thank you Beth, but we shouldn’t force him to stay. You can get back to the clinic, and you should find your finders fee in the account soon. I’ve got this.” commanded Rachel matter of factly.
The hands released. Footsteps and a door opened.
The tall voluptuous woman before you took a moment to compose herself.
“I am sorry for the rudeness. My wife here means well, but she is very anxious about being caught. This might be one of our only chances …”
She seemed almost despondent.
“Like, do you know what Futanari are bro?” interjected Daisy into the somber atmosphere.
No way …
“Yeah he does! Look at those eyes! Yah, well my girl is one. Show him the goods, hotness!”
“Daisy, what …” Rachel replied, but the large woman was quickly out maneuvered as her lithe lover fondled around the huge hips and cupped the front of the panties.
That was a bulge alright.
“Daisy!”
“Relax, he’s probably seen a dick before girl” replied Daisy, rambunctiously forward and bouncy.
“Yes, but …” the full figured Rachel protested, outwardly exasperated with the cheeky antics but not-so-secretly also loving it.
“Just tell the dude already or I’ll show him!” teased Daisy, still playing with her wife’s hidden prize.
“Daisy, you wouldn’t …”
The hands on the panties gripped the hem.
“Give me a minute, at least …”
The hem began to go down, and tufts of trimmed pubic hair began to peek out.
“We want to have kids!” Rachel’s words spilled out of her mouth embarassed as Daisy made her bulge spill out from the cotton confines.