I have always been self-conscious of my tits. Quite large with sensitive nipples, they are wonderful playthings and look scrumptious in a good bra. My breasts, however, are the quintessential 'natural' breasts. Released from their underwire-bound restraints, they are heavy, full, and jiggle at the slightest touch or movement. I always envied the round, proud fake tits I see at the beach or in my favorite porn. I felt mine were inferior because they were not firm and unmoving.
Until the other night with you.
I brought you home with me. As I fumbled with my keys, you squeezed my tits, grinding your hard cock against my ass through our clothing. All night it was apparent you couldn't wait to get your hands on my breasts, and the moment had finally arrived. The second we were inside, you ripped off my shirt and pulled my bra straps down off my shoulders, releasing my tits into your hands. Usually I keep my bra on during sex whenever possible. In fact, I keep a bra on pretty much all the time, even sleeping in a sports bra. This sudden exposure of the girls to your waiting gaze made me uncomfortable. I reached for the lightswitch, one hand moving to cover what I was sure would be a disappointment to you.
Without moving your eyes from my breasts, you turned the light back on and moved me away from the switch. We were still both completely dressed, except for my bared breasts. You sat on the edge of my bed and drew me close. You pulled my shoulders until I was leaning over you. My tits fell against your face. You moaned into them, lifting them with your hands as you buried your face between them. Your thumbs circled my nipples, hardening them further. I forgot my inhibitions as the pleasure of your touch and of your desire washed over me. I wrapped my hands around the back of your head, pressing you into my breasts. My pussy ached, but this was so good it could have gone on forever and I wouldn't have minded. I gasped as you gave a little pinch to my left nipple, and I loosened my hold on your head. You pulled your head back and stared again at my tits. This time your attention does not make me reach for the lights. Instead, I flush all over in response to the look on your face.