A Walk On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

A Walk On The Wild Side

... finally her knickers. She stood there, naked as the day she was born, except her boobs were a lot bigger. Now able to look at her properly for the first time, I saw her tight pussy with those rounded lips closed up tightly. I did 'turn around' motions with one hand, and she turned around so I could look at her bottom.

“Bend over, please, Rachel?” I asked.

Again, pert little buttocks and the hint of those lips coming back between her legs, so when she bent forwards for me I could see them much better, nestling between her thighs under her back passage.

She stood up again.

“Now you.”

I wondered what she might say towards the end of my undressing. My jacket, boots and socks came off, then the skirt, then the knickers. Then my tee-shirt, leaving me with just the last item I was still wearing. Rachel drew in her breath and took a step forward, then stopped, uncertain of what to say. She stared at it in surprise for a beat, then smiled, shrugging her shoulders as if to say 'who cares'.

You see, that's the thing about being at the forefront of fashion (at least in my own estimation), blazing a trail in male/female clothing choices. You tend to cause a stir. I stood there, almost naked but Rachel wasn't looking between my legs, she was looking at my bra. Wrapped around my upper chest, my bra was exactly like any other bra. It had a band, cups and shoulder straps, plus a little bit of lace at the top of the cups, a tiny little bow between the tops of the cups, and ...

... was in a size commensurate with my chest size and my boob size. Except I didn't have any boobs, at least, no more than any other man, so the bra was a 42C. Well, bras in 42 don't come with cups any smaller than C. This bra was a black one, one of many I had.

“You're wearing a bra??” she asked, her questioning inflexion rising more dramatically than usual. The double question mark was evident in her question. She stepped forward again and touched it, running her fingers over the tight straps and empty cups so close to my skin.

“You've said why you wear a skirt, so why do you wear a bra?”

“Just for fun, really. I've always wanted to know it was like, so I tried it, and still keep trying it.”

I stopped talking and unhooked it, but Rachel had other ideas.

“Don't take it off, let me do it up again for you.”

She disappeared behind me and I felt the band tighten again around my chest. I also felt her hands running over the straps at the back, then at the front as she came back into view. She felt for my boobs, to see if I had any. If I did, I'd say there were a B at the most. She stood in front of me again, her hands on my bra cups. My hands reached out and touched her breasts again, her nipples almost jumping into my hands.

We both knelt down on the grass still playing with each other. I lay down on the cool grass and she lay on top of me, her massive breasts hanging down almost vertically. She seemed fascinated by me in my bra, and what with being in the same ...