nudes-des-artiste in topic Beautiful Breasts
The look on Eva's face sent chills down my spine as I slowly undid button after button. She let out a cute little gasp when I finally opened my shirt and let her see me in my bra. Her gaze didn't feel perverted, but innocently curious. It made me feel at ease. It made me feel sexy.
"You have huge tits," she let out, candidly.
"I know," I giggled. "I have to lug them around all the time"
"What's it like?"
"Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it's awesome. Like all things I guess." I could feel them getting warmer, almost as if the intensity of her gaze was heating them up. My boobs had had many admirers over the years; being the only girl in middle school with a C cup certainly made me grow up fast, I remembered all the boys in high school who barely ever looked me in the eye, all my girlfriends who squealed whenever I let them squeeze them before a dance or something, my boyfriend who would massage them until they were sore; but there was something different in the way Eva was looking at me. I felt like she expected nothing. Like if I put my shirt back on right now and walked off telling her this was uncomfortable she'd just shrug and walk me out. She'd even let me keep the bra anyway. This of course just made me want to take my bra off even more. I smiled at how patiently she was sitting in front of me, just looking, admiring.
"You really want to see them, huh?" I asked her.
"You're starting to like teasing me," she answered. As soon as she said it I knew it was true.
"You're making me feel sexy," I whispered.
"You are sexy," she said. I reached back and undid the clasp on my bra. I felt the weight of my boobs even more, and the stretching of my skin shot a chill through my whole body, I could fully feel the weight of my tits resting against me. I let my bra drop to the ground and Eva let out the cutest little moan and bit her lip.
"They're fucking beautiful," she said. My whole body was tingling at the sensation of being revealed to her. I had always felt a little self-conscious of them, getting naked in the locker-room, even in front of my ex, like they made me a kind of a specimen, but she really did make me feel beautiful, looking at me that way.
"Damn girl you're blessed," she went on. "I wish I had tits like that."
I could only giggle nervously. "Yours are nice too," was all I could say.
"You can't take a compliment huh?" She asked me.
"I guess not."
"Don't feel like you deserve them?"
"I guess not." I could feel myself gravitating towards her. I let my feet take a few steps closer to her. I was now standing right in front of her, between her legs as she sat on the table. I could feel myself blushing. I could feel my pussy getting warm, slippery.
"Could I touch them?" She asked.
"I thought I was just trying on a bra" I said. She just looked right at me. I felt like she could read my thoughts. I didn't move. It was all happening faster than I could understand it. I wanted to feel her hands on them. I wanted her to squeeze them hard. I wanted her to... I couldn't help but let out a gasp when I felt her fingertips against the skin of my belly, sliding up slowly.
"Yes," I whispered, and closed my eyes. The feeling was electrifying when I finally felt her hands on my tits. Her touch was so soft, so elegant, but firm, squeezing the soft flesh of my tits, relieving me of their weight, and then letting them drop again. She'd squeeze them tightly, and then rub her palms lightly over my hardening nipples. I opened my eyes and looked at her face. I laughed a little.
"What?" she asked me.
"You look like you're having so much fun."
"You kidding?" she laughed.
"This stuff is never fun," I sighed.
"No? What is it then?"
"I don't know. Always so serious. Like I'm obligated to be sexy or feel good or something."
"I know what you mean," she said, still holding my tits.
"I barely even know you but this just feels so easy. I can feel sexy without even trying. There's no pressure."
"You've never been with a girl before huh?" She asked me.
"No, never."
"Ah, damn, I should have asked you," she said
"No. Don't worry about it. I actually really like this."
"I'm glad," she smiled. "I kinda don't wanna let go of your boobs."
"You don't need to. I like how you hold them" I told her. We stood there like that for a little while: with her just holding my boobs, me looking at her. Her hands looked tiny holding onto my tits. But they felt warm, delicate. I'd played with my tits a thousand times before but it never felt like this. I was starting to breathe heavily. I could feel my pussy getting warmer and warmer.
"Have you been with a lot of girls?" I asked her.
"I've been with a few," she said candidly...
Extracted from The Rainy Day by HannahBlue, published on Literotica.com
#erotica #lesbian #bigtits #artistic #ericarosecampbell
"You have huge tits," she let out, candidly.
"I know," I giggled. "I have to lug them around all the time"
"What's it like?"
"Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it's awesome. Like all things I guess." I could feel them getting warmer, almost as if the intensity of her gaze was heating them up. My boobs had had many admirers over the years; being the only girl in middle school with a C cup certainly made me grow up fast, I remembered all the boys in high school who barely ever looked me in the eye, all my girlfriends who squealed whenever I let them squeeze them before a dance or something, my boyfriend who would massage them until they were sore; but there was something different in the way Eva was looking at me. I felt like she expected nothing. Like if I put my shirt back on right now and walked off telling her this was uncomfortable she'd just shrug and walk me out. She'd even let me keep the bra anyway. This of course just made me want to take my bra off even more. I smiled at how patiently she was sitting in front of me, just looking, admiring.
"You really want to see them, huh?" I asked her.
"You're starting to like teasing me," she answered. As soon as she said it I knew it was true.
"You're making me feel sexy," I whispered.
"You are sexy," she said. I reached back and undid the clasp on my bra. I felt the weight of my boobs even more, and the stretching of my skin shot a chill through my whole body, I could fully feel the weight of my tits resting against me. I let my bra drop to the ground and Eva let out the cutest little moan and bit her lip.
"They're fucking beautiful," she said. My whole body was tingling at the sensation of being revealed to her. I had always felt a little self-conscious of them, getting naked in the locker-room, even in front of my ex, like they made me a kind of a specimen, but she really did make me feel beautiful, looking at me that way.
"Damn girl you're blessed," she went on. "I wish I had tits like that."
I could only giggle nervously. "Yours are nice too," was all I could say.
"You can't take a compliment huh?" She asked me.
"I guess not."
"Don't feel like you deserve them?"
"I guess not." I could feel myself gravitating towards her. I let my feet take a few steps closer to her. I was now standing right in front of her, between her legs as she sat on the table. I could feel myself blushing. I could feel my pussy getting warm, slippery.
"Could I touch them?" She asked.
"I thought I was just trying on a bra" I said. She just looked right at me. I felt like she could read my thoughts. I didn't move. It was all happening faster than I could understand it. I wanted to feel her hands on them. I wanted her to squeeze them hard. I wanted her to... I couldn't help but let out a gasp when I felt her fingertips against the skin of my belly, sliding up slowly.
"Yes," I whispered, and closed my eyes. The feeling was electrifying when I finally felt her hands on my tits. Her touch was so soft, so elegant, but firm, squeezing the soft flesh of my tits, relieving me of their weight, and then letting them drop again. She'd squeeze them tightly, and then rub her palms lightly over my hardening nipples. I opened my eyes and looked at her face. I laughed a little.
"What?" she asked me.
"You look like you're having so much fun."
"You kidding?" she laughed.
"This stuff is never fun," I sighed.
"No? What is it then?"
"I don't know. Always so serious. Like I'm obligated to be sexy or feel good or something."
"I know what you mean," she said, still holding my tits.
"I barely even know you but this just feels so easy. I can feel sexy without even trying. There's no pressure."
"You've never been with a girl before huh?" She asked me.
"No, never."
"Ah, damn, I should have asked you," she said
"No. Don't worry about it. I actually really like this."
"I'm glad," she smiled. "I kinda don't wanna let go of your boobs."
"You don't need to. I like how you hold them" I told her. We stood there like that for a little while: with her just holding my boobs, me looking at her. Her hands looked tiny holding onto my tits. But they felt warm, delicate. I'd played with my tits a thousand times before but it never felt like this. I was starting to breathe heavily. I could feel my pussy getting warmer and warmer.
"Have you been with a lot of girls?" I asked her.
"I've been with a few," she said candidly...
Extracted from The Rainy Day by HannahBlue, published on Literotica.com
#erotica #lesbian #bigtits #artistic #ericarosecampbell
