"Aaaauugggh… Jeeeesus!" a male voice groaned from the theater. "Uuuggghh… uuuunnnhhh…"

Stella smiled again. "I bet you'd like to see the movie, wouldn't you?" she whispered.

Matt gulped, and grunted, "I can think of something I'd rather see!" His eyes fastened on the low-cut neckline of her brief costume, and his mind tore away the obscenely arousing garment.

"Oh?" the seductress prompted, arching her back so her huge breasts were thrust even further forward, looking as if they were going to burst right out of her shimmering red hostess dress.

"Yes!" the college man growled, and his big, masculine hands groped forward uncontrollably, dipping into that deep vee and grasping tightly to both her gigantic, firmly fleshed female mounds. "I'd like to get a load of your fantastic tits!" He roughly pulled them out of the tight-fitting bodice of her costume, lunging forward with his head to suck first one taut brown nipple and then the other. His hands dug into the soft white flesh of each quivering breast, pulling them up and all the way out of the alluring red outfit.

"Oh, my! Matt!" Stella squealed in amazement. It wasn't that she was shocked or surprised by his sudden aggression, but she hadn't exactly been prepared for it. Usually, when she was dealing with a young man, it was Stella herself who had to take the initiative. But this dark-haired dog breeder seemed to know more than he was letting on, and the gorgeous divorcee was instantly admiring. God, it's a good thing I didn't send him home to Jackie, she thought to herself. He'd have scared her off for sure!

Stella reached back and let down the short zipper that held her skimpy dress together, to subtly help the dog breeder with his arduous task. Her huge breasts swayed and bobbed with their mutual effort, and she knew that they were enough to give Matt – or any other man – a hard-on with precious little else required.