Jake looked at Becky in surprise while she nodded and then glanced down at the floor below.
“Go ahead, take it nice and slow, just do one thing at a time, one foot then the other, then one hand, then the other,” Becky instructed.
Jake glanced at Becky’s breasts contained in her sports bra, her nipples seemingly more prominent now and then grabbed onto the ladder with both hands. He took a deep breath and placed each foot one at a time on a rung and then even managed to step down. Slowly and deliberately he moved one foot and then the other before finally moving his hands one at a time to the next rung. Once he had a firm, if sweaty grip on the wooden rungs he glanced over at Becky, his eyes now even with her breasts.
“Keep going,” Becky said encouragingly, “You’re doing good, Jake.”
Jake didn’t even register that she hadn’t called him Shorty and managed to take another step down, this one easier than before. The next step was even easier, and in seconds he found himself standing on the straw covered ground. Becky rushed down the ladder as soon as he was off, Jake looking up to stare at her butt in her tight jeans before she let go and fell the last four feet to land next to him.
“See, not so hard was it, Shorty,” Becky said with a grin that lit up her face, “All you have to do is think of tits and ass and you can accomplish anything you set your mind to, huh.”
“Yea, I… guess,” Jake said and glanced down at Becky’s chest.
“A deal is a deal,” Becky said and then reached down to lift her sports bra, her breasts springing free to bounce and sway while Jake watched.
“I… we… we’re not… we know better now than to sneak off to watch each other pee at some family reunion, Becky,” Jake stammered.
“And you’re still chickening out, huh Shorty,” Becky said while still holding her bra up over her breasts, her nipples hard and prominent, “I bet I can still hold you down and tickle you until you pee your pants too.”
“Really,” Jake shot back, his face heating in embarrassment.
“Come on, Shorty, I got you to stop thinking about how high up you were and you climbed down like a pro,” Becky replied, her breasts still exposed, “Tell me if my tits are all hard and full of splinters.”
Jake couldn’t seem to breath while he stared down at Becky’s breasts, her veins drawing a tracery of blue lines just below her smooth, pale skin. He glanced up to catch her eye while she was watching him with a smile and then looked back down, his hands reaching up slowly. He cupped both of her breasts, her flesh equal parts soft and firm as he gave a tentative squeeze with her nipples pressed into his palms. He lifted them to feel their weight and then gave another, harder squeeze.
“Mmm,” Becky moaned almost to softly to be heard and then suddenly stepped back and brought her sports bra down.
“Not so short now, are you Shorty,” Becky said while she looked down at Jake’s crotch, “So, are my tits as hard and splintery as that ladder?”
Jake stared at her in silence, his mouth hanging open until she laughed and turned away.