I'd met Charlotte on a hook-up website a few years back when I was playing the field. We were under no illusions what we both wanted but the pace of things surprised us both. We'd chatted for a couple of weeks, things were getting hot. She'd sent me topless shots taken in the bathroom at work, I'd obliged with gratefully received dick pics. Things were going well.
Busy schedules meant that we'd not managed to arrange a meet up yet but on a warm Sunday evening it turned out she'd got a free evening. Her mum had the kids, was I free for a drink? Hell yeah! So at about 7:30pm I was awating her arrival in a quiet city centre bar when she walked in. She was tall, as tall as my 6 foot and well built. Curvy, her body suited her shape and her low-cut top showed off her deep, darkly inviting cleavage. More of that later.
We'd both seen each other's nude photos by then so knew what to expect but the sight of each otehr in person, helped by a coupel of drinks got us more than a little excited. The pub was starting to fill up and we couldn't sit as close to each other as we liked so we relocated to a quieter place, sat out the back in the warm evening air, only the two of us in the beer garden.
We were face to face, sitting close to each other. We hadn't kissed yet but it was on the way. I can't remember who mentioned it first but the conversation moved onto her outfit, her top and the way I'd been entranced by her cleavage. I think she probably dared me to, wondering if I'd be bold enough, so I reached into her bra and lifted out her huge, heavy breast (38H if I recall correctly, for the guys who like that kind of detail). I took one quick look around and did what she'd dared me to do, brought my mouth down onto her nipple and sucked. Her gasp told me I'd hit the spot, and I savoured the moment before leaning back up with a huge grin on my face.
My smile was match by hers and as there was nobody else around still I didn't hesitate to up the stakes further, reaching into her other cup and freeing both of her tits to the world. They were at least as big as my head, large dark pink areolas and bullet-hard nipples. She had a lusty look in her eyes and took a drink, motioning me with her gaze to suck the second which I duly obliged her. I felt her hand on my bulging jeans as I sucked harder and heard that gasp again as I buried my face into her soft expansive chest. I came up for air, kissed her hard on the mouth. Making out followed that, with a swift taxi back to mine and more fun and games but that's the usual behind closed doors stuff. The slutty confession ends here, with Charlotte's superb tits tingling from the touch of my lips and a big dirty grin on both our faces. |
