I am a lucky, lucky man. I met Brenda twenty-seven years ago when she was just a cute girl in high school. Honestly, I really didn't pay any attention because I thought she was really a couple years younger than she looked. A couple of months later, I discovered that in fact she was 18 and graduating high school. Being that I was in my twenties, I thought she was still too young, but that soon changed.
Brenda had just starting dating a friend of mine, a guy on my softball team. We kind have run the same social circles. I was just one of the older members of the group and she was one of the younger. As time past, she and my friend had some bumps in the road and she called me to ask advise being that I was older. I didn't want to get involved in their issues, but we talked and I though it was the end of the two of us talking.
A couple of days later Brenda called again to tell me thank you. She and my friend were going their separate ways and she just wanted to talk. The next day, she called again. Before we knew it, we had become good friends, but not lovers yet.
Brenda lived a very, very sheltered life. In addition to my friend, she had dated only one other boy. Although she is an intelligent woman, she was extremely naïve about the real world. We started dating and she wanted to explore romance.
From the time Brenda and I met and until we had started dating, Brenda had transformed from a schoolgirl into a blossoming young woman. Brenda face had smooth white china doll skin and she had the most beautiful big deep brown eyes. Her body had also changed. She had been a cross-country runner in high school and her legs were tone and shapely. Most noticeable about Brenda though were how her breasts grew to ample 36 C cups, almost D cups.
Being the boob man I am, I couldn't wait for the opportunity to get my hands on them. I especially couldn't wait to get a look at them. The virgin Brenda had let her two previous boyfriends touch, look and kiss them, but each of them only got to do this a couple of times. Again, Brenda was young and naïve and had told me all about her previous experiences so I took my time. Fortunately for me, I didn't have to wait long.
We had been actively dating for a couple of weeks and were sitting in church one Sunday, the same church both of our families attended. She leaned over and whispered, "Let's leave."
I remember that night like it was yesterday. We slipped out of church and she suggested that we go to my place. I was in between places as I took the opportunity to rent out my home and I was staying with my parents. We both knew the house would be empty. We arrived and went straight to my room. Brenda was in a white blouse, a black skirt, black nylons and black heels. She was absolutely stunning!
She kicked off her shoes and we began to kiss. We had made-out in the car a couple times before, but this was the first time together on a bed. The heated passion grew quickly and after my kisses made their way to her neck, something that really gets her going, I slowly began to unbutton that white blouse. We stopped kissing and Brenda watched my facial expressions and me. One button, then two, the third and soon all of them were undone.
I made eye contact with Brenda as I untucked her blouse from her skirt. Brenda pulled her blouse off and tossed it and I helped her remove her camisole. I tried to keep eye contact while figuring if her bra clasped in the front or in the back. Brenda sat-up straighter and stretch a little giving me the opportunity to see the snap in the middle of her two large cups. There she was, my beautiful Brenda in a lacy white bra with her smooth white skin and firm belly. I took my time and returned to kissing her. I knew our time was somewhat limited, but I didn't want to rush this beautiful young woman.
The passion heated again as my fingers made their way to that centered clasp. I kissed my way down her neck and lightly to her cleavage. I again made eye contact, but this time only for a moment, as I was ready to see her marvelous breast. I used both hands and unhooked the clasp and stared as I slowly pulled the cups away from the loveliest breast I had ever seen, or have seen to date, twenty-seven years later.
They were beautiful! Her large firm breast just stayed there. These two mountains of flesh were capped with large, soft pink areolas that peaked with perk nipples. I already knew I loved Brenda, and now I had two more reasons to add to that love. Before I touched her big beautiful breast, I hovered above one of them and gently kissed one of her magnificent nipples. I then made my way to the second and again kissed the nipple at the peak. I kissed it again, and then again and then again. I opened my mouth and slowly sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could and gently sucked. I allowed the big beautiful breast to slip from my mouth and I moved up Brenda's sexy body and lightly kissed her on the lips before repeating my kissing and sucking on her other breasts.
It was then that it hit me, take a picture. I quickly stood and told her to wait and not move. I ran and got my dad's Polaroid camera and returned to my room. I said I needed a picture and Brenda just smiled. I pointed the camera and snapped one photo and returned the camera.
By the time I returned, the time one had to wait for a Polaroid of that era was almost over. Brenda remained topless on my bed while we waited. Finally I peeled back the photo and I realized I had captured Brenda's beautiful face and exquisite breasts. Additionally, her sexy shapely legs clad in black nylons as she had propped herself up on her arms was the sexiest photo ever.
Brenda, being the kid she was, wanted to see. I laid back on the bed and put my arm around her and pulled her bare breast to the side of my bare chest and we looked at the photo together. We kissed some more and yes, I gave her breast a lot of attention before it was time to make ourselves presentable before anyone arrived home.
Helping place Brenda's firm breasts back into her lacy bra was almost as exciting and removing them. Once dressed, I secured my prized photo and we left. Over the next couple of weeks, I became more and more familiar with Brenda's big beautiful breasts.
Two weeks to the day, it was my suggestion that we slip out of church. Brenda willingly agreed. This time there was no soundering to the car or questions about what we were going to do; we were quickly on our way to my house and my room.
Once at the house there was no slow, passionate build-up or gentle touching, it was more animalistic. Our tongues were buried into each other's throats even before the front door was closed. Brenda's dress was off about the time we stepped into my room. We kissed passionately as her bra soon followed. I pushed Brenda onto my bed. She was wearing white pantyhose with pink bikini panties on underneath.
I wasted no time in rolling her pantyhose down her hips and off her legs. My thumbs slid into the waistband of her pink panties and now I slowed things down a bit. This was going to be my first time to see Brenda naked and I wanted a mental imagine that would last forever. I peeled her panties passed her well-trimmed bush and while slowly pulling them down her thighs she lost her patience with me and grabbed them and kicked them off her legs.
