Our make-out session had transitioned to fewer of the deep, tongues dueling sort of kisses into more playful pecks and lip nibbling as her attention was being given to my breast. Missy didn’t have a particularly large bust herself - if I had to guess from her appearance I’d say she had very nicely shaped B cups. I couldn’t really be sure since I hadn’t touched her and I was a little hesitant to try after she blocked my tickling efforts. Now that my shirt was pulled up and my bra pushed out of the way, she seemed very content to focus on my chest. I guess she must have been “a breast girl”, so to speak. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I have large breasts that tend to attract attention. Missy definitely wasn’t the first person who seemed to eagerly enjoy getting their hands on my boobs…she just happened to be the first female.
She was also one of the few people to have understood just how much I enjoyed my breasts being touched. In my mind, her fingers had pushed me past the point of “fooling around” and I wanted more. I wanted to feel those soft, succulent lips of hers that had been so much fun to kiss move down and lock on to my almost painfully hard nipple…I wanted - well, by that point I needed her to suckle me. I pulled out the trusty old “kiss my way over to her jaw and then turn my head to expose my neck to her” move and it worked like a charm.
Missy moved her lips closer to my ear and proceeded to lick and suck on my earlobe a few times before she started to slowly trail kisses down my jawline and then lower onto my neck. Her hand was still alternating between stroking and massaging all around the contour of my right breast and manipulating my nipple with her fingers. I remember letting out this shuddering breath when she had finally kissed her way down my throat and on to the top of my breast…
…I broke our kiss with a sudden move forward and reached behind my back causing Missy to pull her hand away. I contorted around so that I could unhook my bra strap and then resumed lying down under her. She cocked her head quizzically so I made the hint obvious by reaching down and pulling my loosened bra up as high as it would go exposing my breasts. I even went so far as to run my hand down to cup my own breast. I gave it a playful squeeze, making sure I pushed it up a little so that the tip was pointing directly at her face.
A smile tugged at the corner of Missy’s mouth as she leaned in to kiss me on the lips. She didn’t linger, just a brief peck on my lips before she proceeded to kiss her way down to my neck. She intermittently stuck her tongue out for little tastes of my skin as she worked her way further south to the tops of my breasts. I began to rub the pad of my thumb back and forth across my erect nipple in breathless anticipation. Her mouth finally worked its way up the swell of my large breast. I moved my hand out of her way and Missy’s hand immediately reached up to replace it, firmly pushing my tit up a little higher.
The memory of that moment when Missy pulled her head back a little is still so very vivid to this day. At first it seemed as if she was hesitating…but not from reluctance. It felt more like a sense of appreciation. She stared down at the hardened nub of flesh at the summit of my right breast that was surrounded by my swollen and puckered aureola. This girl who I barely knew genuinely smiled before lowering her head. I watched as her lips parted and this sensation of wet, soft warmth enveloped my nipple.
I sighed in pleasure when the pressure increased as Missy started to suckle me. Her cheeks were subtly moving in and out with the sucking motion as her tongue began to caress and flick my sensitive nipple. I gasped loudly in the relative silence of the den when I felt her teeth bite down with just the slightest bit of pressure. I moaned at this new sensation just as Missy reached up with her other hand to start massaging my left breast. It wasn’t long before she moved her mouth over to begin administering attention to my other sensitive orb. I had to bite my lip from moaning out again even louder as she started alternating her mouth back and forth from breast to breast.
There was no possible way Missy couldn’t feel how excited she was making me. She kept changing up her tactics, gripping both of my tits firmly in her hands as she sucked hard and playfully nibbled with her teeth and then switching to gently run her palms over every contour of my breasts as she flicked her tongue over my nipples. By that point I was gasping at the waves of pleasure that were radiating from my heaving chest. I had started to move my hips so that I was grinding my pussy against Missy’s thigh that was resting strategically between my legs.
She was also one of the few people to have understood just how much I enjoyed my breasts being touched. In my mind, her fingers had pushed me past the point of “fooling around” and I wanted more. I wanted to feel those soft, succulent lips of hers that had been so much fun to kiss move down and lock on to my almost painfully hard nipple…I wanted - well, by that point I needed her to suckle me. I pulled out the trusty old “kiss my way over to her jaw and then turn my head to expose my neck to her” move and it worked like a charm.
Missy moved her lips closer to my ear and proceeded to lick and suck on my earlobe a few times before she started to slowly trail kisses down my jawline and then lower onto my neck. Her hand was still alternating between stroking and massaging all around the contour of my right breast and manipulating my nipple with her fingers. I remember letting out this shuddering breath when she had finally kissed her way down my throat and on to the top of my breast…
…I broke our kiss with a sudden move forward and reached behind my back causing Missy to pull her hand away. I contorted around so that I could unhook my bra strap and then resumed lying down under her. She cocked her head quizzically so I made the hint obvious by reaching down and pulling my loosened bra up as high as it would go exposing my breasts. I even went so far as to run my hand down to cup my own breast. I gave it a playful squeeze, making sure I pushed it up a little so that the tip was pointing directly at her face.
A smile tugged at the corner of Missy’s mouth as she leaned in to kiss me on the lips. She didn’t linger, just a brief peck on my lips before she proceeded to kiss her way down to my neck. She intermittently stuck her tongue out for little tastes of my skin as she worked her way further south to the tops of my breasts. I began to rub the pad of my thumb back and forth across my erect nipple in breathless anticipation. Her mouth finally worked its way up the swell of my large breast. I moved my hand out of her way and Missy’s hand immediately reached up to replace it, firmly pushing my tit up a little higher.
The memory of that moment when Missy pulled her head back a little is still so very vivid to this day. At first it seemed as if she was hesitating…but not from reluctance. It felt more like a sense of appreciation. She stared down at the hardened nub of flesh at the summit of my right breast that was surrounded by my swollen and puckered aureola. This girl who I barely knew genuinely smiled before lowering her head. I watched as her lips parted and this sensation of wet, soft warmth enveloped my nipple.
I sighed in pleasure when the pressure increased as Missy started to suckle me. Her cheeks were subtly moving in and out with the sucking motion as her tongue began to caress and flick my sensitive nipple. I gasped loudly in the relative silence of the den when I felt her teeth bite down with just the slightest bit of pressure. I moaned at this new sensation just as Missy reached up with her other hand to start massaging my left breast. It wasn’t long before she moved her mouth over to begin administering attention to my other sensitive orb. I had to bite my lip from moaning out again even louder as she started alternating her mouth back and forth from breast to breast.
There was no possible way Missy couldn’t feel how excited she was making me. She kept changing up her tactics, gripping both of my tits firmly in her hands as she sucked hard and playfully nibbled with her teeth and then switching to gently run her palms over every contour of my breasts as she flicked her tongue over my nipples. By that point I was gasping at the waves of pleasure that were radiating from my heaving chest. I had started to move my hips so that I was grinding my pussy against Missy’s thigh that was resting strategically between my legs.
