This is a gift for Ver0nica written from my perspective. I had to bail on a cyber I promised her I'd for sure be available for so I promised to make it up to her. The hotel in question is the scene for our on going titfight cybers. Enjoy the read, its not edited quite yet but you can enjoy it as is.
There are some things that just don’t get along well. Fire and water, ice and sunlight, blonde and brunettes, the list continues. I have met more than my fair share of people over the years who I did not get along well with. Suffice to say more than once I was forced to settle that difference with them and usually with some degree of violence. I simply have never been able to stand superior bitches when the fact of the matter was that I had the nicer body or the better brain. It ground my gears to no end when I was younger and now it was just the easiest way to get into a fight with someone. Something that I craved, that I longed for, that I truly needed in order to feel satisfied. At least for a little while. So when I tell you that I met a ample chested, bright red headed curvations, confident woman by the name of Veronica at a party by pure accident when I was staying in San Diego several years ago you probably think that I instantly hated her.
You would be wrong.
Veronica and I got along wonderfully. We enjoyed a weekend irritating and teasing every man in sight and disagreed about very little. Suffice to say that it was absolutely killing me that I could find no reason to pick a fight with her since initially we seemed to have no disagreements I could leverage to turn it into a fight with such a blessed creature. It was however a shock to my system when I let myself into her room (we had exchanged keys since we came and went at odd hours for the convention) only to find her topless on her bed absolutely taking it to a blonde with a truly monstrous rack. I don’t think either of them noticed since the blonde was busy getting her boobs knocked back into a training bra and Roni was focused on taking it to her. Suffice to say I just stood there and watched her technique.
After probably thirty more seconds of Roni’s slightly smaller chest drilling the center of this Blonde’s boobs basically uncontested she slapped Roni’s shoulder:
“I give, I give your tits are destroying mine. Yours are better!”
Veronica gave her another meaningful bash eliciting a pained moan from her defeated victim before she turned around to see me standing watching tight lipped with nostrils flared. Turning to the blonde laying on the bed holding her obviously aching chest Veronica gave her a slap on the stomach.
“Get your dress and get out, your bra is mine loser.” After a few moments the blonde opened her eyes and saw me before exclaiming:
“What the fuck! WHo?....” Veronica’s glare silenced her victims' protests and she quickly collected her belongings taking long enough to wrap a towel around her body nearly in tears as she ran out of the room.
It was the first time I had ever seen my friend with her clothes off to the waist like this and her thong left little to the imagination. As she looked up at me confidently my studying gaze met hers. The silent question seemed clear as she stood and planted her hands on her hips letting me get a clear view of her body. I could see mild redness around her breasts and nipples which was only to be expected after a fight like I had just witnessed the end of.
“Well, see anything you like?” The question was teasing but it had an almost anxious edge as if she cared enough to be concerned I might judge this semi secret passion of hers. My eyes finally returned to her face and I quirked an eyebrow at her. “I’ve been seeing something I like for almost a week which has been strangely problematic given that I’ve found no reason to pick a fight with you. It never occurred to me to simply ask.” Roni blinked clearly not expecting the statement before her face split into a grin before turning downward slightly.
“I wish you had said something sooner Remi. I thought you weren’t into anything like this so I finally decided to challenge Sabrina since we are leaving tomorrow and I’m not exactly in a state for a decedent battle.” She cupped her hands under her chest. I was used to seeing her impressive breasts confined behind a low cut dress and I knew most of their perk was what kept her from falling out. Suffice to say they were decidedly less perky despite being infinitely better off than her opponents. The realization that my own inaction and uncharacteristic hesitation had cost me what could easily have been one of the best breast battles I’ve ever had suddenly soured my own expression.
“...fuck.” It was a clear enough encapsulation of how we both felt in that moment. I could see in Roni’s face she was upset she’d opted for a lesser opponent and I was upset at having missed my chance from my own suddenly developed shyness. The truth was that I had liked Roni enough that I would have been fine just remaining friends which is why I didn’t even have the guts to risk asking the question out of a fear that she might think it was weird. I should have known better. I could see she was equally frustrated. Picking up her shirt she pulled it on and that seemed to break the awkward spell in the room.
“I-I’m going to go. I think I should probably pack. I just wanted to say goodbye. I have a really early flight tomorrow and yeah. This was a lot of fun I’m glad we met. Maybe I’ll see you next year.” Turning for the door I heard Roni respond with an equally lackluster goodbye that didn’t really register. It was weirdly akin to finding out someone liked you in High School but because neither of you got up the courage to talk they had moved on to someone else.
After a rather aimless walk through the halls of the hotel I sat staring at my suitcase. I hadn’t even bothered to cultivate any other potentials and in the next twelve hours I doubted I would be able to find something worthwhile. Fuming at the lack of any fun this weekend and feeling not much like myself I finally decided to just feel sorry for myself. Finishing my packing I latched the door and flopped on the bed. A few hours of mindless TV finally ended in a less than fitful sleep before I stalked out of the hotel the next morning. Part of me hoped I’d catch the redhead in the crowd one last time but it never happened. I resolved that it was better this way.
The flight home was uneventful as I pushed open the door to my condominium in Carmel. I was greeted by the familiar cold emptiness and grey sky over the ocean through the back window. I needed to get out of this funk. After messing with my phone and a messaging app I realized that I had Roni’s number. A few thumb movements later and I was hovering over a rather generic text that I hoped would open up a line of communication. Closing my eyes I jabbed send and then rapidly switched back to the other app. I fired off a few more messages, probably more desperate than I usually sounded but I was suddenly distracted by a buzz and a notification from my phone’s messenger.
My heart plummeted as I read the message. I had somehow managed to fuck up your number or you had given me a wrong one. The message couldn’t be delivered…
Another ping caught my attention. It was from a brunette with very low standards and a record to shame most jobbers. She wanted a sexfight and honestly I was more convinced she just wanted to be fucked. I really didn’t care as I accepted the terms with the closest date possible intent of just fucking away my disappointment at something which could have been incredible because I had suddenly come unwound at the edges. Yanking open the fridge I went hunting for alcohol. That would at least help.
Three Months Later…
I stood up from the bed and collected my thong from the floor where it had ended up. Pulling it back up over my legs and hips I walked the two steps to the wall hanging mirror. Outside of the window the Caribbean air. It pushed at my hair and naked upper body like a lover. A soft noise came from the bed, speaking of… Looking in the mirror over my shoulder I watched as the bronze skinned bartender who had been acting rather high and mighty the night before arched her back. I’d caught her lounging around the resort on her day off, suffice to say she had eaten her words. And my pussy before the end. It seemed like the smother I had just applied was wearing off as she whimpered, her body informing her that it had been abused. Thoroughly.
Looking down at my phone I noticed a message from a number which wasn’t in my phone. Curious and with some time left before she came fully back around I picked up my phone and opened it.
My heart sped up.
The message read:
Hello Remington. This is Veronica, I’m sorry if you don’t want to hear from me but I wanted to say hi in case something had happened. I had to call the hotel we stayed at and track down the number you booked the room under. I really hope you don’t hate me for invading your privacy like that. I just wanted to say I’m sorry we didn’t get to enjoy our own competition and I keep thinking about how I could have asked you but I was worried you would think it was weird or stupid. If you wanted to talk or something you can give me a call but I just felt bad and I was worried I upset you and I never heard anything from you and you never sent me your number. Hope you’re doing okay.
Looking over at the rapidly stirring bartender I hissed and set my phone down before crossing back to the bed. She was still readily pliable as I mounted her again. “Hey sweetie I need another minute before I can handle you. Why don’t you take another nap?” She squirmed still out of it from her last KO, I lowered my still naked breasts into her face and hugged it close. “N-no I-” She didn’t get it out. I held her until she went limp again from my smother. Leaving her to sleep off the second smother I went back over to my phone.
With shaking fingers I typed my response it seemed stupid but I explained what had happened and how glad I was to hear from her. I paused my stomach churning as I considered what I was about to say before adding the last lines of the message.
“I think we should get together soon. I know a hotel out by you that is really nice and the staff are great. I have a business trip coming up in that area and I could stop on the way back for a weekend. If that was something you wanted.”
Sending the text I hoped that would work out. Turning back to the bartender I crossed to the bed. She was a lovely sun-kissed creature with ample breasts. The favorite with male tourists and she had put up a wonderful fight in bed. In the end she had gone unconscious at the mercy of my pussy. I wiped the last of my juice from her face before bringing her around with a firm double pinch of her nipples. As she swam back into consciousness she could only mubble about what had happened.
“You lost sweetie. I destroyed you and I made you worship my superior womanhood. Now are we going to have a problem the rest of the week?” She looked up at my tattoo covered body and shook her head full of braids and beads. “N-no, you’re-you’re better. I lose. P-please, let my tits go.” I released her breasts and rubbed them gently. “Good, come back whenever you want a rematch but I leave on monday. She nodded and I doubted she would but I let her up and she crossed to the door bending down on the way to try and pick up her bikini which I’d stripped from her body early on. “No. Leave it.” She looked at me in shock. All she had to wear was a very see through wrap.
“Run fast loser. I bet all the guys you’ve been teasing will love this.” She sputtered in protest but finally left her claimed bikini wrapping and covering herself as best she could before leaving.
My phone beeped at me and I checked it.
“Yes, See you then.”
My stomach twisted into knots.
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Sitting on the silk sheet covered bed I stared blankly at the wall above the TV. The suite was large and lovely. I had been enjoying this particular hotel for some time but this was the first time I hadn't been able to just relax. The stomach knotting thought of tonight was driving me up a wall. I knew she was here and just down the hall too. All this time later and I still felt like an idiot school girl with a crush. It was utterly ridiculous.
And yet…
I was confused by the feelings of enjoyment. It was like being brought back around to something I'd long forgotten about. Rolling over I flicked my unlock again and thumbed through the messages. What the hell was I suppose to do until five o'clock. Glaring at the clock I had an hour to kill. Pursing my lips I looked over at my suitcase. Wiggling to the edge of the bed I fished around in it and pulled out the skimpy light blue bikini in it. The pool might be exactly what I needed.
With a towel in place I slipped down the stairs and out into the enclosed pool. Unlatching the gate I stepped in a closed it. No one was here and that was hardly surprisingly since this time of year was just on the edge of reasonable swimming temperature and it was late enough in the day that my nipples tightened up without any effort or arousal on my part. Sliding into the pool the cold crawled up my body like an aggressive lover. Dipping below the surface I pushed off the bottom and broke the whipping my hair back I pushed the water out of my face before opening my eyes. What greeted me made my nearly jump and my heart fluttered.
Standing in a dark red bikini was Veronica. Her hands on her hips she smirked down and it took my brain a moment to tick over.
"I see we had the same idea. Can I join you?"
I'm not often at a loss but I nodded as I finished winding my hair and squeezing it behind my back. In retrospect the movement kept my chest in full display as I subconsciously 'bared my fangs' to someone I knew was an opponent. Watching as you slid into the pool with cautiously bounced around each other making meaningless small talk for a few minutes. As I was moving to the edge of the pool I felt the water stir behind me, whirling I can face to face and more importantly chest to chest with you. My mouth opened gently as if to protest but I stiffled it.
"Do you want to start now?"
The eagerness in your voice is surprising but utterly compelling as I dumbly nod at you. Before I finally find my voice. "Yes. Let's do it. To submission?" I could see the hunger in your face as you nodded
"Loser's top is forfeit and the winner gets the loser for the weekend."
The stakes were high but I felt my heart skip a beat my mind already racing ahead to what I'd make you do as soon as I defeated your chest. "You're on". It only then dawned on me how confident you were with the stakes and for a single second it made me pause. No. You were going down.
The next moment hung on the air between us before we backed into the shallow end of the pool planting our hands on our hips in a fire and ice mirror of each other. Taking a step forward I almost shyly bump at your chest. Getting a feel for those confined ample assets. You don't let me get away with it unscathed though and gently bump me back. I can see it in your eyes that this exchange eases the uncertainty between us. Stepping forward a little more firmly this time I deliver a hefty bump with my chest. Since we both still have our tight string bikini tops on this is a little different than normal. They keep things more or less together and lifted as well as providing some protection from our nipples. The trick to dealing with a bikini top was to either bounce your opponent or spread her. In the case of a bounce it often resulted in your tits jumping free of the top. In a spread or a smash they were pushed out the sides or bottom. In rare cases they snapped the string. I'd busted a couple of opponents tops in my time but it took some skill and a lot of luck. That and sort of counter intuitively her tits needed to big enough and her top small enough.
I resolved to bust you if I could in that moment. I'd only had my top snapped once before and it had been only the start of a lengthy humiliation on my part. Hopefully this didn't go that way.
At my hefty bump you step back to meet me and drive into me lifting and heating your chest once and then twice bumping me back a step as I feel your weighty girls firmness bounce me a bit. I have to be careful of that bounce since it will definitely have me out of my top. Its clear you're not some girl playing at titfighting since you immediately start working on dealing with my top. Taking another step back I suddenly bend at the waist and bring my melons down as you try to go for a third bump there is a splash of water and a "ooph" from you as I dribble your girls off the surface of the pool with a hefty smack.
Not wanting to seem weak you lunge into me and I plant my feet. Our firm pillows pressing together and upwards. The cloth of our tops stretches slightly trying to contain our chests as we muscle into each other trying to get under each other and force the others tits up towards her face. I feel my foot twist and you drop just enough to get under me pushing me up "fuck" I breath and then you push and step back. It drops my girls with a solid splash the water slapping the underside of my tits as I feel my bikini strain from the sudden drop.
You smirk and flick your hair over your shoulders with your arms up giving your own chest a little bounce. Fine. Round two. I glare at you across the space. Putting my arms up behind my head you note the position and do the same with yours. Moving forward again you go for the straight on hit looking to smash me back again with your ample assets. I lean forward as if to meet you before I suddenly pull back and inhale lifting my chest and drive it downwards. My breasts whip down on yours and slap their underside against the surface of the pool. It also has the effect of making your pull back suddenly but I keep my chest in top and as you pull back I can hear your top strain a bit with the gently ticking of over taxed fibers.
Stepping back you pop your chest back up and I smash it head in as I continue to pace you backwards slugging you head in like a boxer driving her opponent towards the ropes. As your back hit the wall I lunged in and rammed your lower back against the tile as I mashed your ample assets with my own battle hardened boobs. Instead of a single hold I pulsed my chest forward in a series of smaller bounces as I compressed, released, compressed, released. Suddenly on a release you surged forward gripping my arms which where still up and twisted me over. With my back to the tile you dug up under my chest dragging the top of your slick girls under mine and then dropped your hands to boost your chest from between trying to part my tits with yours and strain the center of my bikini top my forcing my already bra busting boobs apart. Gripping your shoulders I got my my tip toes and yanked. My chest slid along the top of yours and smacked you square in the face. As you stumbled backwards I caught your hands and yanked you forward into a huge splashing smash, chest to chest as I dipped my knees and lifted before catching your girls on the fall and driving them back down. There was an unmistakable RIP! Sound and me both looked down. The poor tiny string between your cups had parted from the under side of your cups leaving your titties flopping over the thin string. Your face went red to match your hair. Putting my hands on my hips I puckered my lips in a kissing movement. "Busted. Take it off. Let's finish this." The dagger like glare from you made me smirk as I undid my own top. My milky orbs bounced free as I tossed my bikini top on the edge of the pool. Watching as you untied the now useless piece of fabric I continued to smirk.
Your face had turned the color of your hair and it just made me grin bigger especially when you spat out: "This isn't finished yet. My tits will take yours you blue haired bitch."
"Oh my, your big girl words coming out to play I see. Too bad your big girls aren't going to be nearly enough for a real woman's chest"
Your movement forward was anticipated and in a splash of water and wet flesh we crashed to gather jocking for position against one another as our wet slick tits slid over each other rubbing and grinding as we bumped back and forth trying to drive each other into the side of the pool. It took several moments of this before our nipples hardened and then with each drag and twist it was like dragging pink fleshy diamonds through the sensitive flesh of our chests. You suddenly pulled back and give a flick of your chest and for a second I thought it was to batter my boobs with yours but as I came forward to meet it I walked into the feint and took two hard flicks across the nipples as mine with bent side to side by yours. The gasp was involuntary as you powered forward jousting mine mercilessly working me back toward the edge of the pool. The steps at the end of the pool came up sooner than I was expect and suddenly I was on my ass then my back and then
"Uuuuuhg" your hard nipples skewered the underside if my areolas as you crashed down on top of my titties.
Your smirk days it all "yeah? You like those? Hope your nipples put up a little bit of a fight before I push them into your flabby tits."
I arch my back involuntarily as you rotate your tits and drag those daggers beneath mine in a cresent of pain and pleasure. Reaching up I grab your shoulders and push back as I drag my tits to the right. It makes your nipples dig a furrow in my breasts but its a small price to pain. Yanking myself back to the left I suddenly pull you forward. The result is my tips hitting your nipples from beneath at an angle. Your huff of surprise tells me I've managed to catch you. Then the moan comes as I start to arch my back again while I pull down on your. My throbbing tight buds puuuuusssh as I try to bend your nipples flat. Its not the best position to be in for this but I do what I can.
What I'm not expecting is the twist you perform. You roll your shoulders down and around. Its like a fencer sliding her blade in a circle around her opponents foil and flicking as though to disarm her. In a titfight however its a different result. Your nipples dig a ring around my areolas and then at the end they flick across my nipples. I gasp in pain and surprise as I'm momentarily stunned by the movement.
You gasp in satisfaction as my nipples are bent sideways and flicked aside like a duelist's guard. I shift to sit up as I feel your pressure leave my chest for a second. The result however is that I feel your nipples line my flicked around pair up and then suddenly. I'm shoved back onto the steps again. My back hits the steps. Your nipples press into mine and its like being run through. Your daggers drive into mine and then I feel mine go soft. You plunge your nipples painfully into my chest as my defeated tips and forced back into my breasts.
"Uuuhhhg" my arms fall to either side as I feel like I've been knocked to the ground and run the fuck through. You hold me there with your nipples sheathed in my tits before you stand up and leave me chest heaving. Flicking your hair over your shoulder.
"That's how it's done bitch. Surrender. I broke your nipples."
I groan and resist the urge to engage in the universal sign of submission in a titfight. Which is exactly what you'd take the gesture from me as.
Crossing your arms over your chest to cup your tits.
Instead I push myself up on the steps. My poor nipples are soft and flat against the surface of my chest but they are hardly battered into submission. Pushing myself up I grimace at you "I'm not done bitch...shall we take this to the room or shall I spill your milk here in the pool?"
The metaphorical gauntlet that I just threw might as well have splashed into the pool between us such was the weight of it. It was one thing to box, grind, and fence until someone's chest was too bruised or softened to continue. It was something else to do it until someone's milk was splattered from their soften tits leaving their chest reduced in size and thoroughly softened.
"Rem-Remington do. Are you sure?" I could see the look on your face and my heart was already racing.
"Yes." It sent a thrill through my body.
I could see your face flush in excitement. "We can do it hear...easy to clean up your mess"
Oh it was so on.
I didn't even respond I just lifted my hands behind my head. The water and the temperature was already beginning to work on my defeated nipples as they were now slightly raised bumps. It would take some time for them to recover and they'd be sore and susceptible to being bent over but it was better than having to just take your hard nipples with no retaliation. This was going to suck but I still had plenty of gas in the tank and my chest was still very firm.
The next several minutes were a flurry of swinging smacks and exchanged grinds. I did my best to avoid any serious bear hugs back and forth as you still had those diamond tips to savage me with while my own recovered. As I waded into you though I finally managed to score a flurry of stinging wrecking ball smacks. We were in the shallow end and the water and it only came up to our thighs. As you stumbled backwards from the assault I pressed the advantage like a boxer left right left and then with a surge from beneath I slammed upwards with my chest. The result was a huge hit under your boobs then sent them slamming up towards your face. It also sent you into the low wall. It caught you right under the ass and then bam you were down on your back. Chest heaving like a knocked down boxer Walking over to you I stood off to the side working my semi hard nipples with some water.
As you lay their I smirked and playfully began to count "One! Two! Three! Four! Five!"
The count seemed to both annoy and galvanize you and you push yourself up from the side of the pool. Releasing my now hard nipples I plant my hands on my hips. Your nostrils flare delicately and you move towards me again. We meet in a clash of ballooning breast flesh and sharp hisses. Your fury is undeniable and at this point both of racks are aching from the pounding we've given each other. After a few moments of this I feel your working me back this time. Expecting to have you try the same thing I bend down to try and protect my chest from an upward smack. Instead you slam straight forward. Your chest skips off the top of mine and then I get a face full of semi firm tits. The hit makes me see stars as my legs go loose and then I feel my shoulders it the side of the pool and I'm in my knees shaking my head. Vaguely I hear you start saying something rhythmically.
"...three...four… five" you fucking bitch your counting as I sit their on my knees in the water in front of you. Shaking the cobwebs out of my head I stand back up. Good news the hit was to my face and not my chest. Strange as that sounds. In any other fight that would definitely not have been preferable. You smirk at me.
"Oh not ready to get in your knees and beg for mercy."
I just growl at you and surge forwards. I feint into a forward slam only to whip my hips around and snap my chest sideways. You thrust out to meet me and my swinging pillows slap into the side of yours sending your stumbling. Walking forward I snap my shoulders left right left swinging my chest like littoral wrecking balls as they smack your rack side to side. You continue to stumble and I press the attack smelling blood. Suddenly your feet catch the steps and you land in a splash of water with your ass on the steps and your red and swollen tits floating on the water. Mine really aren't much better but I'm not the one on my ass. I open my mouth to count but you thrust back up. Stepping back as you lurch forward I catch you under your chest and grab your shoulders. With a series of tight jerks from my chest I bounce the underside of your boobs three or four times as your try to push in and the hiss of pain from you and the sudden pull backwards gives me the chance to step sideways and swing hard. I catch you head on the side of my right breast clapping the front of your rack painfully slapping your nipples and areoles. SPLASH! The hit trips you back onto the stairs again in a heap like a boxer with her arms hung over the top ropes of the corner. I inhale and plant my hands on my hips. You snarl and surge back up off the stairs but before you can get your footing I crash into your nipples to nipples and then BAM! SPLASH! You're down on the steps again moaning and writhing in pain. You manage to keep from clutching your boobs but I see your hands jerk towards them involuntarily. My own rack aches deeply from the hit but I do my best to suck up the pain. I watch you struggle to your feet like you're a punch drunk boxer beating the count. You lunge and I step sideways swinging into the side of your chest with a meaty smack. You yelp and I grit my teeth. Your next lunge is low and you try to get under me but I shoot my hips back and drop my boobs like two huge depth charges. Blam! They careen down on top of yours making you stumble forward into my own uplifting shot into your wounded pride. Its a hefty bumb that puts you back on your heels. Swinging left and right I smack your abused and heavily soften boobs around. The hits pushing your chest out of shape with each heavy smack. As you stumble I line up a double barreled smack and then. Wam! I step forward yank my shoulders back and give your used and sagging breasts a huge hit underneath them. The result is a spatter of milk from your nipples in an arc as you crash to the steps again. Chest heaving. Im not done though I just loosed the first drops. Looming over you with my own breasts hanging lower than usual and much more red. Swollen and softer but still in much better shape than yours. Your hazed over eyes barely register and then they do as I drop on you like a guillotine. I slam my breasts down high on your chest and drag down while grinding in. The result is a runnel of milk from your nipples as I grind and drag down like I'm trying to empty a tube of toothpaste with my breasts. You moan and writhe but its not enough to get me free. When I reach the front of your chest I push back up and forward into yours. It spills your milk over my own orbs but your sagging and soft chest offers little resistance as it bulges out of the way to the sides of my own battered orbs. This illicit another pained moan from your lips.
Sure that I've fully defeated yours I finally release them and step back. You lay their panting. Your breasts soft, sagging, and slightly deflated from the battle. I watch in pained satisfaction as your reach up crossing your arms and cupping your defeated breasts as you lay on the steps of the pool.
There isn't anything to say. Your gesture of surrender is more than any words could really convey. As soon as you do it I drop my own chest in the cold water and groan. "Holy fuck bitch!! Are your boobs made of muscles or what??!!! Ow! You're going to ice these as soon as we are back to the room."
You just whimper but you roll over and look at me.
"Take me back…"
Remember the original agreement my eyes widen slightly. Sliding out of the water I take my top and gingerly tie it over my orbs. I don't tie it tight enough to support. Just cover. Picking up your top I bend down and help you up. Tucking a towel around my body I help you with one but when you go to wrap it over your naked chest I stop you.
"You lost."
Realization dawns in your eyes and you nod in humiliated resolution. I busted your top. You wrap your towel around your waist leaving your naked and defeated breasts on display. Thankfully it was late enough that there was probably no one to see.
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I was in fact correct. There was no one in the hallway on the way back to the room. For the next two days we mostly just iced our chests and laid around. The truth was I didn't think either of us had expect such a huge battle. Either way we resolved to not go so heavy on the first night next time. Because there was most certainly going to be a next time.
I really could have abused you for the next two days but instead I just decided to make a point. Nothing covered your chest for the next fourty-eight hours leaving your defeated weapons on display. When it was finally time to leave though it was clear you were going to be able to put in a bra even if you wanted to. Not that I could either. Suffice to say the people on our respective flights home got to enjoy the view.
