Loading...Not a soul in the long hallways of the University on a Saturday afternoon. I was trying to figure out where this office area had been. I opened doors on the sides, and found one leading to a cluster of offices which could have been the right place. I was probably going further than I should have, when I heard a voice behind me.
– Can I help you?
The voice was not downright aggressive but a little bit challenging.
– I’m sorry.
– Are you lost?
The lady who was talking to me was a nicely plump, professional looking woman in her early fifties.
– Yes and no. Please let me explain… About ten years ago I was working in this area; it is a kind of a pilgrimage if you will.
– Ten years ago?… I was the manager of this area?
– Were you?.. Maybe you can help me?…
– Maybe…
As I was using charm combined a respectful attitude, she slowly warmed up to me.
– About ten years ago, I worked here for a short while. During this period I took a week long spreadsheet class; it was a fairly new concept back then. In this class there was this very nice lady; we got along great and I’d love to see her again.
She smiled.
– Oh I see… but I don’t think I can help you looking for past romances.
– Oh no that’s not it. This lady was a very respectable lady probably in her late fifties. She was very nice with me and we had a very friendly week. I have been thinking of connecting with her ever since and I let the years passed. Now that I have some time in my hands, I’m taking the opportunity.
She looked at me. It seemed like she was doing a quick mental calculation, trying to guess my age now and figure it out 10 years earlier. I was around 32 then. Actually when I said “that’s not it”, I had lied somehow; I was not looking for a past romance but pretty close to it. But I will explain later.
– I do remember sending several members of my department to this spreadsheet class. What was her name?
With a sheepish look, I told her:
– I don’t remember her name, and she would probably not remember mine either.
– Can you describe her?
She was warming up to my quest and was playing along.
– I can try. I told you she he was in her late fifties, very proper, white hair, nice grand-motherly look, intelligent face, around 5-4 I would say, nice and smooth features.
– I see; actually it could be more than one person; could you give me any other physical characteristic?
She saw I hesitated…
– hum?…
– I’m sorry, I’m wondering whether it’s appropriate to tell you what I have in mind.
She smiled…
– Go ahead, I won’t repeat it to anybody.
– Well this lady had a sizable chest.
– Oh… I see. Yes I do know her.
– That’s wonderful!
– But well, you see. I can’t really give you any information about her without her consent.
– Yes I do completely understand.
…
– If I gave you my card, do you think you could call her and tell her that I asked you about her. And then she can choose to call me or not.
– That sounds reasonable.
I gave her my card, making sure that both my work and home phone number were listed.
– Anything else I should tell her?
– Basically what I just told you, that we were in this class together, that we had a good friendly time, that I had a very good memory of her, and that I’d loved it if she called me back.
– OK I’ll do that.
– Thank you very much! And you…?
I asked her a bunch of polite questions about herself and her work, not prying, giving just the right amount of interest. I think she would not have minded if it had lasted longer, and in other circumstances I might have pursued; but I didn’t want to get distracted from my quest at this point.
And now it’s high time to tell you about this quest!
A long time ago I was indeed in a software class and there was this lovely lady who had a sizable chest, very sizable chest… actually enormous chest. And yes my quest was for for the lady carrying the chest… She was around 55, I would say. I had spent the whole week in the class, checking her out, trying to imagine how her boobs would look without clothes, trying to see them from different angles. Her big breasts were filling up the room and it seemed like there was nothing else in it but these two wonderful heavy tits.
At night, while lying down close to my skinny wife, I was dreaming of what I had seen during the day. How her boobs were pushing on the fabric of her shirt, wondering how it would feel to hold them. Actually not plural, just one tit; it would not be possible to hold two. How my extended hand would only be able to get part of it, how wonderful it would feel to suck on them. And I would fall asleep with them in my mind.
I wanted to be faithful to my wife even though things were far from being perfect. The class ended and I let the lady of my dreams go without saying a word to her. Her memory remained with me at night for a while, but her souvenir faded, and she was replaced by more recent encounters. Once I think I got a glimpse of her in a store but could not chase after her right then. She came back to visit me in my dreams the few following nights and then that was the end of it. Although somehow whenever I saw the Lotus 123 logo, my mouth would water and some agitation would start in my underwear.
Ten years and a rough divorce had passed since then; and she came back into my dreams. As I was single again these wonderful tits were now in the realm of the possible, and I considered bringing her in my real life. Could I find her? By then she was probably way over 60, retired, gone… It was unlikely that I would ever come close to finding her, especially as I didn’t know her name nor anything significant about her. But remembering the volume of her breasts, how they expanded between her and her desk, how they illuminated the room we were in, I decided to give it a try anyway.
That’s what I was thinking of, while searching in the University hallways; my mouth dry, my body in a kind of a secondary state, hoping little but so excited by the small possibility. And now it was turning out that it might work. I spent the next few nights falling asleep, dreaming of being smothered by these giant breasts.
Two weeks later I was starting to consider that the quest had failed and take it off my mind. But I received a phone call.
– Hello this is Margaret X. You talked to my former manager at the University about me. I’m wondering what this is about.
Her, on the phone! I was imagining her arm crossed on her big chest while listening to her voice. She did not sound very friendly but I could understand that she would be concerned. I tried to put away the image of her breasts and concentrate on making her feel safe instead.
– Yes my name is Mitch …. About ten years ago I worked at the university for a short period of time, and we were in a spreadsheet class together. I was sitting right behind you and we had a very friendly week. We helped each other with the assignments. I think I made you laugh; but maybe you were just being polite.
– Oh…
Her tone started to soften up… I was pushing things a little bit here. It is correct that I was sitting behind her but not directly behind her. An aisle separated us, which was providing me a view of the side of her big left boob, and we only smiled at each other a few times without real interaction otherwise.
– I was in my early thirties, I am tall, around 6-2, and I was 32 and kind of blond back then.
Note that I was following golden rule #1 when you are talking to large ladies, do not mention that you are thin!
– I cannot say that it rings a bell; maybe if I saw you.
I took this as my clue.
– I’d love to have a cup of coffee with you, would you care to do that?… maybe at Barnes and Noble an afternoon some time.
– I guess I could…
We did set up a time for Thursday afternoon at 5:00pm ten days later.
– Sounds great! So see you next week at B&N.
– See you then.
……..
On the said Thursday I was there at B&N at 4:30pm. I wanted to make sure not to miss her; after all I was the one who remembered her so well! But her chest could have shrunk or worse; or she could hide it somehow; although in her case unless she was a magician, I doubt that she could hide it. I tried to take a tour of the place and positioned myself so I could see the door.
At 4:55pm two ladies came in. One of them had a magnificent bosom and looked very much like my dream chested lady as I remembered her, a lovely older lady with a very substantial front; if she had been alone I would have definitely asked her. But she was with a friend and “Margaret” hadn’t said anything about coming with a friend.
So I hesitated and waited for a while while glancing at these two ladies. They looked fidgety, talking to each other, looking at their watches as if they were looking for some one. What if it was her? Finally after 2 minutes I decided to ask.
– Pardon me, are you Margaret?
– Yes, so you must be Mitch.
She stood up to shake my hand.
– I’m sorry, I thought I had recognized you but as you were with your friend (friendly glance at “the friend”) I thought I was mistaken.
– No problem, and sorry for confusing you
She said with a smile.
– Here is my friend Donna …
She didn’t give any explanations as to why Donna was there but it seemed obvious enough. Being alone with a stranger could make one nervous.
– Please sit down.
– I will but do you want me to get you a drink first?
I took the orders and went to get the drinks. While in line I was about 15 feet from them facing in the right direction and I could look at her without making it obvious. They were both sitting looking away from me at a 45 degrees angle. Her friend Donna was on the left; and Margaret was on the right, providing me with the same 45 degrees rear view of her chest I had admired ten years before. They were talking to each other and she had her elbows on the table. Her chest was big indeed, my memory hadn’t lied. In my memory she was mostly wearing white shirts; today she was wearing a light blue one with a jacket now hanging on the chair. From where I was I could see her breast resting on her belly and pushing on the shirt. She also had a dark skirt on so I couldn’t really see how her butt was resting on the chair but it seemed it was nicely cushioning her weight.
Her face didn’t seem to have changed much either. Her hair was still white, she didn’t have any glasses so I take it she was probably wearing contacts. Her face was smooth as is the case most often for folks carrying a lot of weight. She didn’t seem to wear much make up.
– Thank you…
– You’re welcome.
They wanted to pay me back but I insisted on treating them.
We had a nice conversation. I explained what I was doing, my life situation. I managed not to talk too much about my divorce which is so easy to get into and really doesn’t bring anything to anybody. Donna was a nice plump lady and participated in the conversation as a nice discreet chaperon. I could have been attracted to her but she paled in comparison with Margaret.
During this conversation I was really trying to focus, and not drool over this dream chest; trying to ignore the two huge mounds of flesh hanging in front of me and calling me by name.
– Mitch we know you like us. Mitch you can’t have us yet but maybe you will, and maybe you won’t….
I sat on Margaret’s right side, still being able to admire her attributes. Sometimes she would move forward and her boobs would come rest on the table. As a reaction the breasts would seem to want to jump upwards, while trembling, taking some time to settle down.
Finally we parted. Except for having a good friendly and fun time, and having somehow established that we were three decent and respectable human beings, we hadn’t made any plans at all.
– Well it was really nice to see you again. I’m sorry to say that I don’t remember our time together in the class even though you’d think it would be hard to forget a handsome man like you.
I blushed.
– You’re too kind. And it’s good that you don’t remember me; it helps keeping me humble.
I could sense that she liked what I said.
And off we went. I told them I’d stay a little bit more to check some books. I waved at them as they exited which gave me an excuse to check Margaret’s rear; it was not as much a prominent feature as her chest but was still nice, wide and round. If I were to put my face on it, I certainly would not have any complaints.
I was very tempted to follow them to see where she lived, but there was the danger of getting caught which would destroy my chances otherwise. I just had to hope that she would call again as she still hadn’t given me her phone number.
Two days later on Saturday morning she called.
– Hello Mitch this is Margaret.
– Hello Margaret, that’s so nice to hear you.
– It was very nice of you to invite me to B&N. I had a very good time. It’s not very often that I do anything unusual like this.
– Well thank you for coming; it was my pleasure.
– I hope you didn’t mind that I came with Donna. I was a little bit nervous about coming alone and I asked her at the last minute.
– Not at all; I understood completely.
She was hesitating on the other end. As she was the caller I decided to let her state her business.
– Well would you mind coming to my house for tea? You probably have other things to do than entertain old ladies but I’m asking you just in case.
– I’d love to. What day did you have in mind?
– Well…
Now it was time to help her.
– I am free this late afternoon. Would 5:00pm work for you.
– That would be very nice.
She gave me the directions to her house and we said good bye.
At 5:05pm I was parking in her drive-way. I got out of the car, took the nice bouquet that I had just purchased, went to the door and rang the bell.
– Hello M… Oh you brought me some flowers, how nice of you!
She took the flowers and held my arm in her fat hand.
– Thank you so much. Let me take care of them and then I’ll give you a hug. You will allow me to give you a hug?
– It will be my pleasure!
(You probably don’t know how much of a pleasure it will be)
– But please come in. Just follow me.
I closed the door and followed her, having the pleasure to see her wide rear end from up close. She took care of the flowers on the kitchen counter, put them in a vase and set up the vase on her dining room table.
– There they will be doing great. Now let me hug and kiss you. With her 5-4 feet against my 6-2 she was really quite shorter than me; she raised herself and put her hands around my neck and hung herself, letting me feel the full pressure of her chest on my belly; how wonderful! I could smell her nice feminine odor. But then she said..,
– Oh you’re too tall, or I’m too short. I need a stool or something… actually the stairs should do. Please come
She said while giggling. And she went to the stairs and walked on the first step.
– There it should work now,. Come and give me a hug.
She didn’t need to beg me and I came promptly. She was still lower but it was more comfortable for both of us. She held me tight, and kissed me on the cheek close to the corner of my mouth. Her boobs were so big and still firm, I could feel them all over my chest and belly. I was fighting the temptation to move my mouth on hers and pressing her more on me. My dick was starting to wake up.
She stopped and said
– I’m sorry, I exaggerate. I was so happy with your flowers. It’s been a while since I got any. My late husband was not the type to come home with flowers and we had been married for a long time.
– I’m very glad you liked them.
– Now let’s sit down on the couch and talk while sipping tea. Actually will tea work for you?
– It will be perfect.
The cups, silverware, milk and scones were already on the coffee table next to the couch.
– Please sit down while I bring the tea.
We both sat on the couch, sideways so we could face each other. We talked about her husband, her life then, her life now. She was actually fairly happy in general, not minding her solitude too much, appreciating the fact that she was her own master in her little house.
During the conversation, my eyes were glancing at her chest. There was no cleavage to be seen but the light green dress was showing all the curbs. While talking she would move her body and her breasts would be animated, pushing out, coming back in. I also loved when she laughed. Besides the sound of her pleasant laugh coming from her, underneath her belly and boobs, I could see her nice round belly shaking and her boobs shaking on top.
At some point as she was telling of a sad moment in her life, I took her hand in mine; and then rested it on her big thigh close to her belly. It was not her breast but I could feel her softness.
We had a very good time. I left after a reasonable amount of time and thanked her very much.
– It was my pleasure you know. I don’t get visits of handsome men very often.
– You are way too kind with me.
At the door we gave each other a quick hug.
On Monday I mailed her a card.
“Thank you so much for the time spent with you on Saturday. Your house is very nice, the food and drink excellent and the company wonderful! And of course I love the sensual kisses from this sexy Lady. Hug and kisses Mitch”
I wondered whether I was going too far with this “sexy Lady”. She called me on Wednesday night.
– Mitch it was so sweet of you to send me this card. It almost made me cry. Good thing you added this joke at the end.
– But it was not a joke you know.
– You silly man.
– Yes you are very sexy and your kisses are very sensual.
– You are silly indeed. But I love hearing that nevertheless.
– Good.
– Would you come back again for tea.
– I’d love too.
– Would this Saturday afternoon work again?
– Yes
– Same time?
– Yes, I’ll be there.
Again I was there on Saturday with another bouquet of flowers.
– Oh you didn’t have to.
– But I wanted to.
– I see. You just did it so you could get a kiss and a hug.
– You caught me!
– That’s OK, I love that you’re doing it, for the flowers and for your wanting the kiss and hug. But let’s arrange those beautiful flowers first.
She did and then took me by the hand and brought me to the stairs. This time, she gave me a kiss square on the mouth. She giggled.
– Sorry I couldn’t help myself.
Not wanting to be outdone, I pulled her tighter and kissed her with my mouth half open forcing her to open hers a little bit and pushed my way through for two seconds, meanwhile feeling her boobs on me.
– Sorry I couldn’t help myself.
We both laughed, and we kept holding and rubbing each other, getting away and coming back as if we couldn’t leave. Meanwhile I was feeling the softness and the volume of her boobs and I was about ready to go further when she abruptly broke the embrace and said, a little bit shortly.
– Let me get the tea ready, it’ll take a minute.
While she was getting ready I was looking at her. She was wearing her same signature shirt which was just a little bit too small for her size, was being tightened by her breasts and helped give a good idea of the huge package underneath. The shirt was white this time.
She came and sat down. I tried to take her hand but she didn’t let me. I sensed her guard up and accepted it. So I settled with a nice conversation. As soon as I stopped pushing she relaxed again. During our talk she touched my thighs and my hands. I was letting her be and was enjoying her touch even if I very much wanted to touch her myself.
Finally it was time for me to go.
– Thank you again. Now would you care to come to my place next time?
– How far is your place?
– It’s about 45 minutes from here.
– Well probably not. It’s a little bit too far a drive for me especially as I don’t know the place.
– Ok I understand…
…
– Actually I have an idea. I’m leaving work early on Friday afternoon. What if I picked you up, we go to my place and then I’ll bring you back. This way you get to have an outing while not having to worry about directions and driving.
– That sounds wonderful… Let me think about it. Why don’t we touch base this week and we decide. But let’s say good bye first.
We went back to the stairs and hugged again. This time we didn’t do anything for a while… our heads over each other’s shoulder we just enjoyed the contact of our bodies. This softness felt like a dream but my dick didn’t see it this way and was raising himself. She didn’t seem to mind, so I kept pressing it against her belly. Finally I moved my right arm from her back to her side and started to envelop her enormous left breast. But she stopped me.
– You naughty boy! Time for you to go now!
I left a little bit disappointed but actively remembered our embrace instead. My erotic dreams were charged this night and I didn’t have any problem discharging twice, and again the following nights.
On Wednesday night we confirmed the outing.
Friday at 1:00pm I was at her place, having called ahead of time. She was ready to go as soon as I rang her bell. The weather was really nice, almost hot, and she was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt showing her nice tanned fat arms. She came to the car; I opened the door for her.
– Thank you.
– I made sure she was well seated taking the opportunity to see her big shape filling my car seat before closing the door on her. Then I went around and sat in. I helped her with the seat belt and then I pretended to check that the seat belt was well adjusted, holding it in my left hand while kneeling on the seat, and touching her right breast with the back of my hand at the same time.
– Are you comfortable?
– Yes very.
I couldn’t leave her and finally I took a chance and grabbed her left breast with my right hand. But she took my hand away and said with a smile…
– Too early for that you bad boy!…
– I’m sorry, I got carried away.
– Don’t be sorry, that’s OK. I actually I love it, but it’s going just a tad fast for me.
– No problem, I do understand, I’ll go slower.
– Thank you.
And then she held my thigh as I was driving away. And she put her head on my shoulder and staid there for a while.
We got to my house after 45 minutes of nice driving in the country and pleasant conversation. Again I helped her take off her seat belt, and opened the door for her.
– I love the way you pay attention to me, what a treat!
– And I love paying attention to you.
I climbed the outside stairs behind her, while admiring her butt. Following two steps further, my eyes were level with her shoulders.
– Do you want to go for a short walk before having tea?
– Yes I’d love that. But what about doing it the other way around, first the tea and then the walk as it will be a little bit cooler by then.
– Sounds good.
I had prepared the tea set and I just had to boil the water. We sat down for our tea together, something which was becoming a routine now.
Then we left the house through the other side which was level with the lawn; and started on a path in the forest. I told her about the place, about my landlord; quickly we found each other holding hands without knowing who had initiated in the first place. Her fat hand was soft and warm. Thinking of what led from this hand, quickly gave me a hard on. It seems like we were both trying to be as close to each other as possible. And then she said.
– I had enough now. Do you mind if we come back?
– Not at all.
We left each other’s hand and turned around, facing each other; under the canopy of the vegetation protecting us from any spies. I said.
– I think this tree above us is a mistletoe.
She played along.
– Yes you’re right.
And I took a-hold of her soft wide shoulders and gave her a big kiss on the mouth. This time she opened her mouth before me and we mixed our tongues. She was too small for me to feel her chest but her kiss was lovely. She stopped the kiss and took my hand in an even firmer way.
– I love being with you. You make me feel so good!
– I love it also. You are so soft and gentle.
And I left her hand for a while and instead grabbed her opposite shoulder with our hips rubbing against each other.
We came back directly to the car and left then. When we got close to her house she said.
– Would you like to come for dinner tomorrow night? I’m going to spend the afternoon cleaning the back yard for the winter. I’ll be happy to have a little feast afterwards. We are still getting some beautiful afternoons but it is not going to last very long. Tomorrow is supposed to be very nice again.
We were in mid October.
– What if I came earlier and help you?
– That would be great but are you sure you want to spend your afternoon helping an old lady.
– I would love to do that and you know how I feel about this Lady.
– I know?… don’t I?
And she left the question unanswered.
– Well if you are going to help me, come and have lunch. I’ll make some sandwiches and something nice for dinner.
– Great that’s a deal.
I parked the car and said.
– Can I give you a kiss good bye?
– With pleasure.
So I turned towards her, grabbed her neck and kissed her passionately, my tongue searching for hers while resisting the urge to touch her boobs.
– That’s wonderful but let’s stop. My neighbors may wonder what I’m doing. Let’s see what happens tomorrow.
This last statement left me all excited; I started touching myself in the car and jerked off before getting to my house.
Sunday I was there at noon. Her attire meant business. She was wearing some rugged dark blue shorts which were showing the nice roundness of her butt and the beginning of her white thighs; and she had on a working yellow shirt, open and let loose over her pants. Underneath the shirt was what seemed like a sleeveless shirt, light green in color, which was low enough to show the start of an endless cleavage.
She welcomed me with the same hug after climbing the stairs, and the same kiss on the mouth. I kissed her back, pressing myself against her. We had our mouths half open, and were starting to feel pretty hot with our bodies pushing against each other when she stopped us…
– No time for pleasure now. Let’s get ready first.
– That sounds good.
And with a last pressure on her mouth and breasts I let her go.
– It’s hard to stop though. But let’s go to eat now.
We smiled at each other and laughed with a slightly embarrassed look, heavy with promises of further kisses and more.
We sat down at the kitchen table to eat the sandwiches. Again all I could think of was her huge boobs. They were attracting me like a magnet. We were exchanging glances while talking with little smirks, little touches, little kisses.
After lunch we went outside in the backyard. It was surrounded by edges on the three sides. We could make love on the lawn and nobody would see us, unless of course somebody came into the edge.. The work consisted of raking the leaves, putting away the lawn chairs and tables, bringing them in the little shed at the end of the yard, anything which needed to be in during the winter. It was a simple job but certainly one which would take her by herself the full day.
We worked, exchanging pleasantries as we went. We would be passing by each other and we started playing around and touching each other, every time getting a little bit more adventurous as a kind of a dare action.
She touched my butt, my arms, my belly, my chest, my crotch, and I touched her butt, her thighs, her arms, her butt again as she was bending down to grab a bag of leaves. She remained in this position for a little while, letting me put my hand in between her fat thighs. When she came up, I couldn’t hold it any more, I pressed myself against her and grabbed her boobs. Or more to the point, I grabbed part of her boobs as they were overflowing in my hands. I was mesmerized and overwhelmed with my dick pushed against her big butt. Then not sure what to do, I gave her a little peck in the neck and released her. It seemed almost like we had gone too far so afterwards we stopped the game. At first we tried to ignore each other, and then we looked, first with a grin and then another, and then laughed as if we were kids who had played a naughty game together and were happy of the outcome… exactly what happened actually except we were not kids any longer and could keep playing the game.
As she kept working she started to develop a sweat, rolled her sleeves, opened more buttons on her shirt, and finally took the darn thing off. It was quite a site, as her huge boobs were now starting to show themselves through all openings, at the top of her shirt and on the sides of her arms especially as the sleeveless undershirt was wet and loose. Whenever she was sideways from me with her arms raised, I was enjoying the view of her armpits and the birth of her white breasts through the opening of the shirt. I could feel her breasts wanting to escape from her bra.
She was finally done with her work and I just had to finish putting the last leaves in a plastic bag. She asked me whether I wanted a lemonade and I gladly accepted. She went back inside through the stairs going down from her back porch. When she came back she had two glasses of lemonade on a tray.
I said
– It does get hot. Do you mind if I take off my shirt?
– Not at all. I’d love to be able to do the same. Even this small shirt is too much right now.
– Why, you can do it. I’m the only one who will see and I certainly won’t mind.
– Oh, you naughty boy! It’s tempting but I do feel a little bit too self conscious.
– Well, it’s your choice. I certainly don’t want to give you any pressure but we could sit on your porch and from there nobody can see you.
She thought about it…
– Well I am a little bit old and you may not like to see me without a shirt.
– I don’t see how I could not like it. I confess that I have been looking a lot more than what’s appropriate and I loved everything I saw so far.
– You are too kind.
And with that she climbed back the stairs to her porch with her lemonade.
– I followed her, happy to climb behind this beautiful round read end.
She sat down, looked around to verify again that nobody could see her, even though it was her own house and she should know by now. And then she moved her shirt on top of her.
Wow… they were big!… They were overflowing her white bra. The flesh was a nice white underneath her tanned neck. The tight cleavage seemed so long and magnificent. But I couldn’t very well stare at them too long, so I didn’t. Instead I did put my eyes into my lemonade and remained quiet.
– Thank you, that feels great to be shirtless.
– You’re very welcome, it is my pleasure.
I was felling a little bit embarrassed now; wanting so much to look and yet not sure that I could.
– Something wrong… oh I see you don’t like what you see after all.
– No it’s not that at all. It’s more that I like it too much and I just want to stare at it. But I still want to – behave like a gentleman, so it’s difficult.
– Well I don’t see what’s hurting if you stare.
– You’re sure?
– Yes go ahead, stare as much as you want.
– But what if I start drooling.
Now you’re flattering me.
– Not at all, your are incredibly arousing… OK so I stare, stop me if I make you uncomfortable.
I stared!… Looking at her breasts and sometimes looking up at her face. She was watching me look at her and obviously enjoying it, relishing the effect that she had on me. We were smiling at each other, me a little bit sheepishly and she encouraging me.
– Would you like me to take my bra off?
– That would be a dream come true.
So for this let’s go upstairs.
I followed her up the stairs and we came into her room. She closed the door behind me. My mouth was dry anticipating the time when I was going to see the object of my dreams.
– Let me close the curtains, this way you won’t be blinded.
She said with a laugh. She closed the curtains and then she came in my arms for a big hug and kiss. She then turned around so I could grab her tits from behind. I held them in the bra, feeling their softness and their weight and volume. And then I unhooked the bra, they fell. And I took them, bringing them up, supporting them, pressing them, cajoling them.
We remained embraced for a while and then she removed my hands, took off her jeans and underwear and got under the sheets in the bed.
– Take of your clothes and come lie down close to me.
I was happy to oblige. I lay on her right and put my left arm underneath her neck I started by kissing her while holding, massaging, stroking, pressing those big boobs.
– It’s lovely. I love what you’re doing to me. It makes me feel like I lost at least twenty years, actually more like thirty!
Then I brought her closer to me, both of us facing each other. I brought her up on top of my left leg and brought my right leg in between her thighs while pushing my cock inside her.
– Oh that feels good.
At this point we were locked inside each other, and it was really heavenly. I was moving slightly inside her, pushing my chest against her lower breast, grabbing the upper tit with my hand, feeling it and sucking it,
In this fashion, we quickly came. Afterwards we remained in this position for quite a while, both comfortable, enjoying being pressed against each on a warm bed. We remained in a half sleeping state for a while, touching each other all over and then resting again. It was wonderful to go from her face to her shoulder, caressing her fat arm, holding her huge tit, stroking her hip, putting my hand in between her thighs and then bringing my finger inside her wet pussy. Eventually we fell asleep this way.
When I woke up she was gone. I went downstairs and found a note from her on the counter.
– Mitch, I went to church and hope to find you still here when I come back. Make yourself comfortable, there is some coffee ready. If you wait for me I’ll make you a nice breakfast.
I went back to take a shower and when I was down she was back. We hugged and kissed each other.
– How is my young lover?
– Wonderful after such a great night. How was church?
– It was very good.
– Did you ask for forgiveness?
– Not at all, I said thanks instead for what happened last night.
– I agree with you, I would have gone to church with you to give the same thanks.
And we kissed again; with our tongues tasting each other.
– Now let me get the breakfast ready. Did you find the coffee or do you want something else.
– I did, thank you.
– Do you want some more?
– Yes, but I’ll help myself.
I got my coffee and moved around each other in the small kitchen. We were bumping each other, often on purpose. Her boobs were taking all the space as usual. Then we both sat down, we enjoyed the breakfast, made more small talk. As we were finishing she said
– So now Mitch would you mind going back upstairs?
– Certainly not.
We did. I removed my clothes quickly and sat down at the corner of the bed. She took her clothes off also, letting me admire in full day light the glory of her huge boobs.
– Would you do me a big favor and bend on my lap.
I’d love to but show me how you want me.
– Come here.
And I indicated for her to come stand close to me on my right.
– Now bend down please.
– She did. And as she was going down I put my left arm underneath her big hanging cantaloupes, and my right hand starting on her big butt and then pushing on her back.
– I’m going to fall.
– That’s OK. I’ll catch you.
And she fell indeed. She was now resting on my lap with her boobs hanging on the side. I stroked her for a while, her back, her butt, her crack, her breasts. She was moaning with pleasure; yet eventually she said.
– Can I show you something else? I think you will love it.
– Please do.
– First let me kneel down.
She did and then went around me to face me completely.
– Now open your legs wide.
– I did, which was easy as I was sitting at the corner of the bed. And then she grabbed my balls and dick and put them in the middle of her huge tits, pushing them towards me.
– I do love it.
– Pull me towards you and move up and down.
– Ok. It does feel great.
She also pulled me towards her and our combined pressure was heavenly for my dick. I could feel the softness of her round boobs, the change of their shape as they were pressed in between us, the warmth against my dick and balls. My dick was moving up and down inside this wonderful cushion. It didn’t take me long to explode on her neck and upper chest with a huge roar.
Afterwards I remained panting for a while. She stood up and asked me to lie back down. Then she moved on top of me, and pushed my semen on my chest with her tits so it would be spread on both of us. And then she lied on me and said.
– Hold me tight my sweet Mitch.
I was very happy to oblige and staid there for the longest time, feeling her boobs on me with her weight pressing on us, the dry sperm gluing us together. Eventually my dick raised again, and I put it inside her for yet another orgasm.
I loved this woman and her dream chest. After that there were many Saturday nights spent at her house and it probably will not be a surprise to you if I tell you that I enjoyed those very much, never getting tired of Margaret and her dream chest.
I told her one day
– Margaret I love your bosom. I can’t tire of fondling it. I hope you don’t mind.
– I certainly don’t mind; I love that you love it. You know what. Whenever you feel like fondling it, don’t hesitate, even in public. As long as you do it discreetly, please do it. My boobs are yours for your to enjoy.
And I did take advantage of this open permission. Whenever we were together, I would take any chance I could to put my hands on these big boobs, And we looked for ways to do it in public while keeping it secret, for example at the movies in the dark with my arm around her shoulder, and my hand going down inside her cleavage underneath her bra.
And you? Where and how would you do it so folks around you would not notice?