Part 4: The Sandy's Tits Experience
This story might be boring to some people, but I'm just telling it like it happened.
A few weeks later after fucking Ashley for the first time and seeing her heavy breasts flopping beneath me, I went over to her house to spend some time in the pool with friends. Ashley was wearing a blue strapless bikini top with a white design on it, the lack of shoulder strings only enhancing the heaviness and lowness of her breasts. Her flat upper chest was on full display, seemingly going on forever before her sweeping cleavage started, curving down as usual into her round heavy breasts. She wore it low around her middle, again probably for comfort as not to push her breasts up too much, something she had told me she did earlier.
After a few hours, Ashley and her friend ran out to grab more drinks and ice to bring back. A few minutes later, my friend got a call from his girlfriend and had to run out to pick her up because her car was in the shop. Since he was my other friend's ride, they had to leave together, leaving just me.
I remember taking a seat on the first step leading down into the pool, sitting in the water my my chest and relaxing. I almost dozed off, I don't know for how long, but at one point the back door opened and Sandy walked through wearing a black one-piece bathing suit. While it was a one piece fully covering her middle, the top of it was wide open exposing her tanned, low and hanging full breasts, her skin bronzed by the sun and well-aged with sun spots. Her cleavage, as usual, started low on her chest, leaving a vast wide upper chest on top and heavy round tits on the bottom, much like Ashley's.
She gave me a big smile and waved at me, tossing her towel on the chair and walking towards the pool, dipping her foot in to test it, then slowly taking a seat on the step next to me.
"Hi James," she said, "I'm going to join you here for a second. I just got back from tennis so I need to cool off, so forgive me if I'm a little ripe."
I laughed and tried to keep my eyes off her weighty breasts and almost foot-long cleavage. It was hard because they kept moving up and down with every breath as she leaned back on her elbows.
"No problem," I said. "So what's going on?"
Sandy shrugged, her cleavage stretching upwards slightly as her shoulders raised, then extended fully again as they came back. "Ohh just the usual stuff. Seems like my life is taking care of the house, bills, and...I don't know, tennis? Cooking? I'm a boring old lady, you know."
She laughed and I laughed along with her, her hanging tits swaying and jiggly slightly as she did, her nipples hard and poking slightly through the black bathing suit top.
After a few more minutes of chatting about nothing, Sandy sat up and shivered. I remember she said, "Do you know the worst part about not having a hot tub? You have to sit in this cold water to stay warm because if you get out of it, the cold is even worse."
"So don't get out," I said.
I remember Sandy shifted closer to me and leaned against me, her massive left breast squishing up against her side. She put her arm around me motherly and said, "But you'll keep an old woman warn, right James?"
I could feel myself starting to get hard but tried to ignore the surge of blood that was entering my dick at the touch of her left tit, squishing the tanned, aged, top of it up towards my chin, the right one hanging low as normal, providing contrast to her left one that was pressed up against me.
"Uh, sure," I said, looking at her purposely in the face and making a futile attempt to smile and sound nonchalant.
Sandy kept her arm around me and said, "You know, I'm really glad Alex has someone like you, you keep her well grounded, I think. In all the years I've known you, I've almost considering you like a son."
"Thanks," I said. "She's a awesome girl."
Sandy nodded and gave me a motherly-type squeeze of affection. I looked down at her the top of her chest, her left tit still squeezed up against my side, her right one still hanging deliciously. The top down view of her cleavage made my dick hard, seeing the one long line of her right breast stretch down into the her swimsuit with the line of her left breast curved and pushed upward as it was squished against the side of my chest.
We talked about for a few minutes later, her mostly telling me about Alex and how much she appreciated my friendship, talked about the weather, her playing tennis, running, everything and anything, I don't even remember.
I do remember at one point she looked at me and said, "Well, you're a good guy, keep up the good work."
She reached her hand down under the water to give me a few pats on the knee, but her hand brushed against the head of my hard, upright dick which I was trying to hide. I remember her hand hesitated for a split second as if trying to figure out what it was, then when I thought she would quickly move it, she kept it there, her thumb passing over it. Then she quickly moved it down to my knee and patted it. She gave me a knowing smile, at least I think it was, then took her arm off me and stood up, leaning forward to splash some water on her legs. She turned slightly as she did so, giving me a direct close-up look over her heavy breasts hanging down beneath her, the tops swaying as her arms moved the water.
She cupped some water with her hands and threw it on her shoulders then on her face and on her neck and finally her chest. She stood back up, the sun catching her bronzed skin, drops of water streaking down her tanned, aged, cleavage and the top of her heavy breasts.
She looked up at me, gave me another smile and said, "Be good, James."
Then she walked off towards the house. From that point on, we never discussed it, but I felt that there was some underlying current we both had but never talked about. I think she knew she touched the head of my dick, and I think she purposely kept her hand there for longer than it had to be. And I think she knew I knew.
All I knew was that it made jerking off to her heavy, low-hanging MILF breasts that much better.
Next: Braless in Public
|