My Office Colleague - Part 14

I was really looking forward roller-blading with my chio and busty colleague Vivian at East Coast. I blade there every Saturday morning, but I have yet to see a female blader with an angel's face and a devilishly voluptious body like hers. I can imagine that she will be making some waves over there.

I wanted to meet her in the morning when the sun is not so glaring, but she needed to recover from last night's partying and so we met in the afternoon instead. I was afraid she would skip the blading as she is very sun-shy, but fortunately she did not disappoint me, and only asked that I bring my sunblock along. Sure, I will even apply it liberally all over her tits, free service, though I did not say so.

At 2PM, she bounced down the stairs to the foyer at her condo, where I was waiting in my car. And I mean bounce, she is not wearing a sports bra today and I could see the movements of her 34D boobs under her tee-shirt. I was delighted at what she was wearing today - a pink off-shoulder tee with white bra straps showing, and a pair of denim shorts that are really quite tiny, and flip-flops. She dumped her bag on the seat and leaned over to kiss me on the lips with her eyes closed. I sneaked a peek down the wide neckline of her tee to look at her twin peaks before kissing her. Her tee fitted tightly and the seat belt did not press very deeply between her boobs. It was probably floating above her valley on the trampoline of her tee. There was some lace on the exposed bra straps and through the tee-shirt I could see that there was some lace on the cups too. Not a t-shirt bra, not a sports bra either. She was probably wearing a normal underwear or sexy lingerie bra! I will find out which type it is.

I love those mountains of hers! I controlled myself and did not touch them until we were on our way and past the guardroom. My hands were soon all over her peaks after that. Yes, I definitely felt lace on the cups. She did not look too happy that I was only keen on groping her breasts, so I made small talk and left my hand on her thigh instead. Her bare thighs were still chilly since she had just left the air-con of her apartment, whereas my hand was hot from the hot blood circulating my body. In particular, blood was gathering at my groin. I had chosen a pair of loose berms and comfortable briefs so that my hardon will not be so obvious.

We chatted about her reunion, and had our lunch at a nearby hawker centre before hitting East Coast Parkway for the blading. She was in a better mood after lunch, but still I kept my hands to myself as she was putting my sunblock lotion on her arms, thighs and neck. She had her own sunblock for the face, 2 green streaks on her cheeks that supposedly blocks off the sun. With her long hair tied up into a pony tail and the streaks on her face, she would look like a woman warrior when she is blading in her tiny denim shorts. That is, if she does not fall down. She told me that she used to blade with her ex-boyfriend, years ago when she was in JC. She could not really balance and kept falling down, and she soon gave it up. I recall that she was a F-cupper then, maybe that explained why she had problem balancing. But I kept my comments to myself, and waited to see if her D cups would still give her the same problem today.

East Coast Parkway is a popular destination for blading on weekends, with many shops where we could rent the necessary gear. As expected, she attracted some attention from the workers at the shops, and a helpful man soon came over to assist her in choosing a suitable pair of blades. He brought over a pair to let her try on. She sat down to put on the blades and he squatted down to help her, at the same time taking in the downblouse view as she tried them on. He glanced at me to see what was my reaction when she bent her body forward to adjust the blades and her off-shoulder tee opened up to give him a good view of her bountiful cleavage. Seeing my smile, he concluded that I did not mind him looking, and he continued to enjoy the sight.

The sneaky man pretended that another size might fit her better and brought over another pair for her to try on, so she bent forward again while she removed this pair of blades and put on another, then eventually changed back to the original pair. With this trick he tricked her into showing off her downblouse view for longer than she would have. I held her hand to help her balance when she stood up. I did not mind showing her off to this man, but I will not let another man touch her tits when she falls! He gave me the thumbs up when we left the shop and I waved in return. I was enjoying the blading even before we really started!

It was too crowded outside the shop and difficult for her to blade, especially since she had not done so for years. I suggested that we drive some distance away to a more quiet spot. We stopped at a quiet stretch near the jetty where I could teach her how to blade.

She still has some difficulty balancing. We agreed that the reason is that she had not bladed for years. I still made no mention of her D cups unbalancing her. As with inexperienced bladers, they tend to swing their arms around to balance, and her melons swung with her. She has a slender frame and the 2 heavy breasts are not easy for her to balance on wheels. If you don't believe me that her big breasts cause balancing problems, try carrying a bag in front of you with 2 water melons inside, and see if you can balance as well as before.

I played the role of the patient coach, teaching her how to balance, acting as a pole for her to hold on to if she loses her balance, and a safety net when she really does fall. It was a delight watching her boobs bounce inside her tight-fitting tee when she swings her arms wildly. My stiff cock was giving me problems of my own, and I had to adjust my underwear when she was not looking. She is aware of the effect she has on me, but no sense distracting her at a time like this. She soon picked up the basics and could move without falling, so I bladed a short distance away and acted as the goal for her to move towards. This allowed me to enjoy the front view of her heaving and swinging boobs as she pushed towards me. First the side view, now the front view.

Her tee was getting wet now, her perspiration flowing freely under the hot afternoon sun. My tee was already off and tucked into the waistband of my berms. Sweat glistened off my body and I was getting a good tan. I wanted to ask her to remove her tee as well, but did not know if she is open to the suggestion. She is after all not wearing a sports bra, but underwear. We did not pass by many people at the stretch of the park, only a few youngsters cycling or blading. We did have a girl blade past us in her bikini top and OP shorts, but she was at most a B cup, maybe even less than that. I took the opportunity to ask Vivian if she wants to remove her tee as well since it is such a hot day.

"Here? But I'm not wearing a bikini!" She protested.

"Bikini, bra, what is the difference? You saw that girl blading in her bikini, nobody complains. Who will complain if you blade in your underwear? They all look the same! And you will feel much cooler, easier to learn." I argued.

"Got difference lah! Can tell wan!" She insisted.

"Cannot tell from a distance lah. As long as they cover the essentials, don't think anyone will mind. If you see families coming, then cover up lor."

"I scared cannot cover enough! That girl just now, her size not the same as mine what!" She was still not convinced, a bit indignant to be compared with a B cupper.

"In the morning got lots of girls blade in their bikini or bra top, people here used to it already, nobody will complain to police. Don't worry!" I assured her.

The truth is that most girls who blade here wear sports bras that cover far more than a normal underwear bra would, and I have yet to see a D cup blade in a bikini top. But I really don't think anyone will complain. And I really wanted to see her blade in her bra, so I can see her swinging tits more clearly.

She looked around to check that there is nobody nearby, and started pulling up her tee. I held onto her waist to help her balance while she struggled to pull the tee past her massive breasts. Oh yes, it was tight-fitting and takes some effort to remove it. Her waist was slick with perspiration. I stood in front of her with my hands on her waist, feeling her firm muscles on her torso, my body bent forward a little, and her breasts popped into view right in front of my face.