The summer I was 12 years old I grew breasts and I got my first bra. All of a sudden I could not walk around without a bra unless I was in the privacy of my own bedroom, with other girls or wearing a swim suit. Every girl knows is coming so it’s not that strange, but it just seemed unfair that I had to protect others from my breasts. Going back to school that summer from being flat chested to a B cup got me a lot of unwanted attention. It’s was sixth grade. From age 12 onward I was harassed daily starting with the early comments “You grew over night!”. Even now I can be quite sensitive to men that jump to quick to commenting on my cleavage.
All this attention taught me to to dislike being large breasted. I robbed myself of receiving pleasure and enjoying them. I”m remembering now a moment in college. I was with two other women changing in the locker room before a modern dance class. The two women where girlfriends, lesbians. I was probably 20 and had not seen an ample variety of breasts yet. I did what most American women do and averted my eyes from looking at the other women’s clothes-less body.
“Wow. Your breasts are so beautiful” one of them said matter of factly. The lesbian did not stare at my breasts in lust, but envy. There is no delicate way to say this, but she had ugly breasts. Not just flat, but really flat like a pancake. One was quite larger than the other which made her nipples point in different directions. I was envious of her small chest. I told her how I would love to dance without strapping the down and fit into wear cute dresses. She told me how lucky I was to have perfect shaped nipples. So there you have it, a lesbian with ugly breasts was the first person to help me accept my body.
Fast forwarding to now I am in love with my breasts. I have a new hobby of collecting vintage slips. One of my new favorite things is to fill the slip in with my breasts and admire how they fill the soft fabric lined with lace. Being older I revel in the attention of my lover’s obsession over my breasts and nipples. In fact, my lover has to be into my breasts. I want to be chased around the house, felt up in the kitchen and ordered to not where my bra at home.
Besides the Lesbian Conversation my work with all of you really helped me transform those earlier years. You helped me discover my beauty and now when a pair of lips fall onto my nipple I go into elation. The more I get the more I want it. And do you know what else I love? Laying on my back with you straddling me with your hard cock. With a little oil you can slide in and out while I hold the left and right breast together. I love watching the tip of you emerge from my cleavage. You don’t know this, but as you get harder and start to pump me I can feel a delicious energy pouring out of you into my chest as if into my heart. It’s an orgasm for me and one of my favorites things.
Love you have learned that they are truly a turn on for most of us!
Thank you!