A Walk On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

A Walk On The Wild Side

... her backpack onto the ground next to mine and stayed standing in front of me as I sat down again on my rock, the better to see her bust at face level.

My face level.

Rachel's arms stayed down by her side, inviting me towards her white tee-shirt and its ill-concealed contents. I found my gaze centred on her bust which was like a range of hills rising from her front in a way very similar to the shape of the Dartmoor hill, Sheepstor, that we were actually on, complete with knobbly bits on top in two places.

“Well, Rachel, you are very beautiful!” I cooed, my hands advancing slowly towards her, uncertain as to where they might land.

She smiled happily and continued standing there doing nothing except inviting me in.

“What size are these?” I marvelled, gazing at them and mentally (if not actually) drooling at the sight of them.

“I'm a 32EE,” she admitted, proudly.

I ran my fingers along the tightness of her tee-shirt, from one side to the other. Rachel watched, staring down at her boobs while I fiddled with her tee-shirt top. I pushed my finger onto the middle part, between one breast and the other. I went on pushing until I came down to skin level. The tee-shirt stretched even further than it was already. I felt the wire bits of her bra where they loop upwards from under each cup. Through the material of her tee-shirt I gripped the top of the metalwork and tried lifting it and shaking it from side to side as far as it would go, which wasn't far. Her boobs ...

... shook in sympathy with my attempts, and Rachel herself moved in sympathy with her bra.

Both of my hands now settled around the underneath of each cup and tried moving her cups in different directions at the same moment. Her breasts, still in their cups, filled each hand very nicely. Each time I moved her breasts away from each other, her tee-shirt stretched even further than it already was. I could feel her large boobs held in a substantial bra, the band fitted tight to her chest and the cups free to swing as far as they could, just what you need to keep big boobs under control.

I reached behind her and began to pull her tee-shirt up, but she beat me to it. She pulled the tee-shirt off over her head, exposing the bra. It was a plain, workman-like bra with no frills, in a white colour but with large cups with strong wire curves under each one, and with a deep strap going around to her back. I reached behind her again, and once more she beat me to it. The bra simply sprang away from her chest, while her breasts in their cups dropped an inch or two. She leaned forward and the bra dropped at my feet and her breasts, now free of any support, heaved themselves into their natural shape and back into my hands.

They were seriously big - I'm sixty-seven (as I keep saying) and have been around a bit, but I'd never been this close to such a gorgeous pair of puppies as hers. I was still in a bit of shock that I was actually doing this, and doing it with Rachel. Had I been given a ...