I had been divorced for a couple of months, and had just moved into a new neighborhood. My young son was living with my ex-wife, but I got to have him with me on weekends. Usually I devoted all my weekend time to being with him, but on this particular Friday night some of my friends were having a special anniversary party which I really couldn’t miss. Which meant I had to hurry up and find a baby sitter.

I didn’t really know anybody in the neighborhood, but I asked around a little, and finally found a neighbor woman who told me that she and her husband used a college girl named Eva, who was very nice and reliable. She gave me Eva’s phone number, and I called her up and talked to her. She sounded cool enough, and I was intrigued when she told me she was a cheerleader for the college football team. Since my divorce I hadn’t gotten any sex, and a young cheerleader sounded appealing. But I quickly put that thought out of my mind, and made arrangements with Eva to come over on Friday evening to sit with my son.

When I arrived home after picking up my son at my ex-wife’s house on Friday, I noticed that the house was unusually cold. It turned out I was out of oil, and when I called the oil company they told me they wouldn’t be able to fix it until the next day. I could only hope that the cold wouldn’t deter Eva from sitting with my son, because I really wanted to go to this party.

Eva arrived right on time. I heard her car pull up, and looked out the window to see her getting out of it. She had on a pair of jeans and an oversized, loose-fitting T-shirt. My first thought was that she was going to be cold in that outfit. My second thought, as she approached the front door, was that she was hot! And my third thought—or maybe, to be honest, it was actually my first—was that her tits were huge! I mean, huge! Even in the oversized T-shirt, I could tell she was ridiculously endowed, and I couldn’t hold back the sudden surge of lust in my loins.

I met her at the front door, and we greeted each other. She had long brown hair, pretty brown eyes and, as I mentioned, a really serious rack. I Introduced her to my son, and we talked awhile. She seemed friendly and competent, and my son seemed to like her, so I figured everything was okay.

I was so distracted by Eva’s tits that I almost forgot to tell her about the heating problem until I was about to leave. She said she had noticed the house was a little cold, but she was sure she would be all right.

“Look,” I said then. “If you get too cold, I’ve got a bunch of sweaters up in my bedroom closet. Feel free to borrow one or two, okay?” Eva thanked me and said she just might take me up on that, and on that note I departed.

On the way to the party I found myself thinking about Eva and about what she could do to one of my sweaters. I hoped it would get a bit chilly that night, so that I might see her in one of them when I got home. The fact is that a big-busted girl in a tight sweater is one of my biggest turn-ons.

I was still dwelling on that thought when something less pleasant dawned on me. Holy shit! Since I’d moved into my new place, I had been keeping my collection of adult magazines in the same closet where I keep my sweaters! If Eva began to poke around in there, she was almost sure to find my magazines, and then what? Would she think I was some kind of a perv? She might be really turned off, I thought, and for sure she would find out about my special thing for big tits. Maybe she would think I had set her up to put on one of my sweaters, which I really hadn’t done. Not purposefully, anyway.

I was largely distracted during the party, and I left as early as I could. When I got home I opened the front door with a lump in my throat, and within a minute I also had a lump in my pants. Eva was sitting in front of the television, watching a movie, and sure enough, she was wearing one of my sweaters, a blue woolen pullover, which never stood a chance against her chest. I saw that she had taken off her T-shirt, which she had folded up and placed on a table next to the couch. So she was wearing only the sweater and, I presumed, her bra. The fabric of the sweater clung so tightly to her tits that it looked like the material might just burst apart with the strain.

She smiled at me as I came in. “Your son is awesome!” she said. “We played all night, and I just put him to bed an hour ago. This movie is almost over, you want to sit and watch it with me?”

“Sure,” I said. “Just give me a second to check on the kid.” With that I raced upstairs and, after a quick look in at my son, went to check my bedroom closet. Everything seemed to be in place, but when I looked more closely I was pretty sure that some of the magazines were not in the same order in which I had left them. Shit, I thought. I was almost sure Eva had looked through them, and now I didn’t know what to do. But of course I could do nothing but go back down and let it play out.

When I got downstairs Eva told me the movie had just ended. We made some small talk, and I gave her her babysitting money. She thanked me, and then said, “Oh yeah, as you can see, I did borrow one of your sweaters.” She smiled as she thrust her chest out at me, adding, “It really seems to be getting the job done.”

At that point I wasn’t sure if she was referring to the sweater’s success in keeping her warm, or to its effect on what then must have been the obvious bulge in my pants. But I soon found out.

“I’ll give it back to you now,” she said. Still sitting on the sofa, she quickly reached down for the hem of the sweater and, without hesitation, pulled it up over her head and held it out to me.

For a moment I was too stunned to move—not only by her action, but by the surprising revelation that she hadn’t been wearing a bra after all! Those tits didn’t need one; big as they were, they still stood high and firm, jutting out from her chest like twin prows, the nipples hard and pointing. Needless to say, I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

When I made no move to take the sweater, she smiled again and dropped it on the table. “Do you like what you see?” she asked me. “I thought you might, the way you’ve been staring at them. And I saw the magazines in your closet, so I know you like big tits. You can play with them if you want.”

Damn, I love these modern college girls! Still in a half daze, I moved closer to where she sat, and she spread her legs to let me stand between them. I reached for her tits and put my hands on them, squeezing them gently, then slid my hands all over their surface, my fingers tweaking her nipples. Eva gave a pleased little moan as I manipulated her lavish jugs, and after a moment her hands moved to my crotch and began to undo my trousers. I heard the sound of my zipper opening, and a minute later she was pushing my pants down, along with my shorts.

My cock, of course, was hard as hell by then, and I knew just what I wanted to do with it. Leaning forward, I pressed it against one of her tits and moved it all over that outsized mound, then did the same with the other one. Finally I nestled my throbbing dick into the valley between her boobs, and her hands came up to press them together, completely enclosing my happy hard-on in a tunnel of fabulous tit flesh.

I fucked those tits then, hunching back and forth as I slid my cock up and down in that scrumptious valley. The feeling was incredible. Eva was making purring noises. She bent her head, trying to catch the tip of my dick in her mouth as I stroked upward; but her boobs were so fleshily abundant that there was not enough dick for her to get hold of. She finally released her tits and did take me into her mouth, sucking me deep, as I groaned with a mixture of disappointment and a new kind of pleasure.

Eva’s talented mouth soon had me on the verge of climax. But this lovely girl knew what I really wanted; just in time, she pulled her mouth off me and aimed my dick at her chest, and then I was shooting gobs and gobs of sticky white jism all over those magnificent boobs. It was a sight I will never forget.

Eva kissed me then, and went into the bathroom to clean up. When she returned she started to put her top back on, but I stopped her. “Why don’t you wear the sweater home instead?” I suggested. “It’ll be warmer, and then you can come over tomorrow night and give it back to me again.”

She smiled. “Great idea,” she replied. “And if your house is warmer then, I just might take my jeans off as well, and who knows what might happen?”

The next night we found out, but that’s a different story.