Hannah was my first. Almost 2 years older than myself (and definitely more experienced), she eagerly ushered me into the amazing world that a sexual relationship has to offer. For more than a year we reveled in each other's bodies. I couldn't get enough of her.
I first glimpsed Hannah across the parking lot of our local mall as I headed to work at the food court. Already dreading my upcoming six-hour shift, my funk was erased as I rounded a corner and almost bumped into the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. She was large in every way, tall, with a beautiful smile and laughing eyes, all capped by a bushel of dark curls. Gorgeous as she was from the neck up, I admit it was her body that blew me away. Unlike so many of the diet-and-selfie obsessed girls that flocked to the mall, Hannah's body had a lushness that captured my imagination. In the tight jeans she wore I could see that her hips and ass were beyond curvy, but it was her chest which, literally, stood out. Even without any visible cleavage, I had a hard time looking away from Hannah's enormous breasts as they stretched her sweater. I had to force my eyes to move up to her face, interrupting my thoughts of the beauty of her breasts under her clothing.
As I forced myself to look her in the eyes and apologize for almost running into her, the smile on Hannah's face said that she could read my thoughts, and that she was used to having this effect on men. "No need to apologize, it was my fault," she purred before turning to go on her way. "They do get in the way sometimes," she added over her shoulder, and could swear the two huge globes of her gorgeous ass were winking in her jeans as she walked away.
I watched her walk until she was fully out of site. Now truly late, I rushed to my shift at the pizza stand in the food court. For once I was grateful for the cheesy plastic apron we were required to wear, as it did a good job of hiding the raging hard-on jutting from the front of my jeans. I vowed that the first break I had I would find a bathroom stall and some relief by imagining the goddess I had just met, only without the clothing.
Less than hour after I arrived, I was still needing that break. As I leaned over to wipe up some spilled cheese on the counter, I sensed a customer standing there. I looked up and almost lost it as I was greeted by the two sweater-covered breasts of my dreams. Again, I had to force myself to look higher and was rewarded by Hannah's laughing eyes.
"Hello again," she said with a smile, "Have you recovered from our encounter?"
As I struggled for a clever response, I hoped it wasn't obvious that if nothing else, the bulge in my jeans was quickly recovering. I decided to go for broke. "Well, it's not every day you run into a goddess, and I'm not sure I want to recover..."
I waited to see how she took the compliment. Her blush told me to go further. "However, I'm sure I can help you with anything you need." I gestured toward a menu card on the counter, but I'm sure I couldn't totally hide the smirk as I stretched out the word 'anything'.
"It all looks so good," she said, and I thought I detected a smirk as well. She had yet to look at the menu card. "Too bad I don't have a cute boy to share it with!"
I couldn't trust my impression that this gorgeous girl was actually flirting with me, so I put her to the test. "I'm due for a break here," I said. My break wasn't for another hour, but there were no other customers to be seen, and the only other employee was trying not to stare at Hannah as he pretended to wipe an already clean prep table. "I could join you for a few minutes until that cute boy comes along."
"Oh, would you do that for me? I do hate to eat alone." Hannah batted her beautiful eyes.
I tried not to melt on the spot. As she ordered I tried to catch my breath and calm my hard-on so I could take off the apron. "Gary, I'm taking a ten-minute break," I called to my co-worker as I handed Hannah her slice and soda, and it was his turn to smirk.
*** As Hannah ate her cheese pizza and we shared her root beer, I was entranced. I kept willing myself to keep my gaze above her neck and to meet her eyes as she spoke. I gave up on trying to come up with clever conversation, I just tried to respond when I was supposed to and not sound like an idiot.
In addition to her physical attributes, Hannah was smart, funny, and just a real woman. She ate her pizza with enjoyment and laughed loudly at my lame jokes, not worrying about being dainty or ladylike. And I couldn't understand it, but the lady seemed to like me.
*** Over the next week, Hannah came back to see me twice, once hovering at the counter for 20 minutes so we could talk when I couldn't take a break and sit down with her. Though I couldn't resist sneaking peeks at her amazing body whenever I could get away with it, I had gotten to the point where I could enjoy her company without worrying that my bulging cock would give me away. It was natural that I finally asked her out.
By our second date we were making out in the front seat of my car. On our third date as we were French kissing at the drive-in movie, I built up the nerve to touch her gorgeous breasts, first sliding my hands around from caressing her back, and exploring the expanse of 'side-boob' through her thin blouse. When she didn't protest, my roaming fingers moved to the front, and even through the silk fabric and the bra beneath it, I was amazed at the size and feel of her massive mounds. After several minutes of my massaging and squeezing, Hannah's nipples made themselves known, as large and stiff as pencil erasers, and very obvious even through her clothing.
I concentrated on memorizing the contours of her chest, as Hannah's hands hungrily did the same to my body. Her hands ran up and down my chest, and she pinched my nipples through my shirt. Much as I enjoyed it, I just hoped that those hands would move down towards my crotch at some point.
As our tongues danced in and out of each other's mouths, I imagined licking her breasts incessantly, and sucking her gorgeous nipples into my mouth. This was something I had only imagined doing, having never gotten further than a brief session (under the shirt but over the bra) with my high-school girlfriend several weeks earlier. Somehow, I knew that with Hannah it was only a matter of time until I eclipsed that landmark, and I counted myself extremely lucky.
When I started to move my hands from her breasts and started down her belly, Hannah called a halt to the progress. Grabbing my hands in hers, she slid mine under her shirt and placed them on her bra-bound breasts. I happily continued my exploration and fulfilled one fantasy when I slid down from nuzzling her neck and she allowed me to suck on her nipples through the blouse and bra. After several minutes of this Hannah pushed me away, saying she had to go home as she was due at work early the next morning. "Besides, I don't want you ruining my favorite top! We'll have plenty of time for more next time. If you're free Saturday, why don't you come see my new apartment, and I'll cook us something?"
I decided on the spot that I would be free Saturday, even if it meant quitting my job!
*** When the work schedule came out, I luckily had Saturday off. I blew half of that week's paycheck on a nice silk shirt and new jeans that fit me like a glove. I hit the gym twice as hard that week, since I hoped there was a chance that my shirt and jeans might be coming off that night. Knowing I looked good helped, but I still was fighting nervousness as I arrived at Hannah's apartment.
When Hannah answered her door, I was speechless. There was the familiar face and smile I loved, but the body I had dreamed about was encased in form-fitting sundress that looked like it was painted on. The tropical print dress was not too short, ending just above her knees, but it hugged and accentuated her curves. Though my hands had explored Hannah's amazing cleavage, for the first time I had a glimpse of it in the low-cut dress. As Hannah gave me the tour of her apartment, I was entranced by the way her breasts and ass moved under the dress. Obviously more than ample, her assets appeared to be firm as well, and the thin fabric of the dress was straining to contain them.
Dinner was a delicious chicken salad, followed by some fresh fruit. "I'm always dieting, though it never seems to do any good," she admitted. I couldn't have disagreed more. As far as I could tell, she was just about perfect.
After dinner Hannah opened a bottle of wine and dimmed the lights. We kicked off our shoes and sat on the couch to relax and listen to music, but were soon involved in serious kissing. As I wrapped my arms around Hannah, I was surprised that I didn't feel a bra strap under her dress, how had I not noticed before? When I moved down to kiss her neck, Hannah's nipples jutting from the dress told me I was right, that little bit of floral fabric was the only thing containing her magnificent breasts! I had to shift my position a little, as the realization had left me with an uncomfortably large lump in my tight jeans.