Part 5: Braless in Public
This part may be boring to some people, but again, these are just the memorable experiences I've had with these big breasts. I will keep writing them down when people give me feedback so I know they're liked
During the summer, Sandy and Ashley invited me down to their house in Florida for a week. I had to keep reminding Sandy that Ashley and I were not dating, just hooking up, because she seemed to be treating me like her daughter's serious boyfriend already. Going to Florida didn't really appeal to me when I heard it because I had a lot to do and very little time to get away. But after thinking about it, I decided I could get away for a week if it meant I could see Sandy and Ashley's heavy, low, and pendulous breasts in bikinis and tight tops.
A few days after arriving and a few fucks and tit fucks of Ashley later, we went to the beach in the afternoon. After watching Ashley run around in the green bikini she wore the first day I fucked her breasts, you know, the one whose strings she kept tied long to let her low-sitting, heavy, weighty tits hang low and comfortable, we came back to the house.
We decided to go on a walk around the neighborhood before showering and
going to dinner, so Ashley went into her room to change. I remember her calling to me from inside saying, "Hey James, we're just coming right back, right?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'm just gonna throw on a t-shirt."
"Okay," Ashley said, "I'm gonna bum it then, it's so humid out there."
Ashley came out of the room wearing a light pink summer dress type outfit. It was ridiculously thin, almost sheer, her weighty hanging tits swinging beneath it as she walked, the dress so loose that the front of it slid down lower as she took her steps, exposing her low cleavage and the tops of her heavy rounded tits that were not supported by a thing. If you can remember how low her cleavage started on her chest, you can imagine how much the front had to slide down. Ashley had to pull the dress back up from the strings at least twice before she got to me.
Ashley laughed and said, "I know, I'm not wearing a bra, deal with it even though you love it."
"Oh I do, but you sure you're not going to accidentally flash everybody? Your dress keeps sliding down, wtf, pull it back up!" I said, laughing.
"I know, I'm just lazy. Let's go."
The walk was pretty boring and I don't even remember what we talked about. All I remember is giving sidelong glances at Ashley's swinging breasts, counting the times her dress started to slip down and when she had to pull it back up. It was about every 8 steps that she had to bring her hands up to the strings and pull them back. But 8 steps later, it would be back down, exposing the first half of her low-starting cleavage and all of that weirdly sexy, vast flat upper chest that finally slopped into her heavy hanging tits. With every step, I could see them beneath the thing fabric, swinging slightly from side to side, the left one slightly clapping into the right, then swinging back as the right slightly clapped into the left.
It was very humid out and very sticky to the point where both of us were covered in sweat after a while. My t-shirt stuck to me and I had to keep pulling it away from me and back to let the air in. It was pretty gross until I realized Ashley was also sweaty and sticky because her dress started clinging to her. Those heavy slightly sagging breasts were molded by the thin fabric, every movement they made shown to the world. Her dark pink nipples began to poke through, then eventually show through. Her breasts gleamed under the layer of sweat covering them, a few small drops of sweat disappearing into her cleavage. The sun shown off her slightly sun-burned upper chest before the dress slid down exposing her the paleness of her low set hefty tits.
On our way back, Ashley asked me to take a picture of her on her phone of her standing next to a huge plant. She leaned slightly down to her left, her cleavage dropping at a slight left angle as her left shoulder dipped. Her left breast hung straight down, swinging slightly beneath her top, the right one seeming to chase after it as both of her heavy tits fell to the side.
When we got back to the house and back into the air conditioning, we both went into Ashley's room to cool off. Ashley sat back on her bed, leaning back on her arms, her breasts sliding towards either side of her body as they parted, her cleavage flattening out as her tits spread.
Ashley blew air upwards onto her face. "Oh my God, it is so hot," she said.
"Yeah, it's nasty out there. I'm so gross right now."
"Me too, yuck. I'm all sticky, I need a shower so bad but I'm so lazy right now." Ashley sat back up, her breasts coming back together as they hung down again as the top half of her body straightened.
I kept finding myself staring at her weighty unsupported breasts, their movement only made more seducing under the thin dress. It was as if you could see everything....but not everything at the same time.
Ashley looked at me and laughed. "What are you looking at?"
"Your tits, obviously," I said.
Ashley looked down at her glistening chest, her skin sticky. "Yeah but they're gross right now, you don't know what it's like to have to deal with sweaty boobs."
"I have to deal with sweaty balls," I said.
"Yeah, but I like balls," Ashley said, "Probably cuz I don't have them, I think they're neat."
"Well I like tits," I said.
Ashley opened her mouth in fake shock. "Oh wow, really?! Yeah but would you suck on sweaty boobs? Cuz I wouldn't suck on sweaty balls."
"You're a real lady, you know that?" I laughed.
I remember Ashley threw a pillow at me, her tits swinging and jiggling as her arm came back, then forward, the force launching the pillow and her heavy breasts at the same time.
"Actually, I probably would," I said.
Ashley said, smiling, "Oh really?" She reached up and took off the shoulder straps of her dress and slide the top of it down.
Her heavy tits jiggled slightly as the top brushed past them, shining under the light, her skin sticky and moist with a thin layer of sweat. I had seen her breasts countless times up until then, but every time I saw them, it was always an experience.
Ashley let the top of her dress fall around her waist as she sat upright on the bed. "Actually, that feels a lot better," I remember her saying. "So come here boob-man. You said you'd lick sweat boobs, so lick. Back it up boooooy."
"Actually I said suck," I said, walking up to her.
Ashley rolled her eyes and put her arms around my shoulders as I bent down. "Same thing, who cares, dummy," she said. "Bet you won't like it though."
I could smell her scent, it wasn't bad, just a sickly sweet odor of sweat mixed with whatever body spray she liked. I reached up and gently placed my hands over her soft, heavy, low-hanging, full breasts. They definitely felt sticky to the touch, I remember, almost moist. I ran my thumbs over her dark pink nipples, squeezing her tits, feeling them give way under my hands feeling like they were almost made of water. Every time I squeezed and moved one, it was like ripples moving under her skin, her entire breast, right or left, jiggling with the slightest contact.
I bought her two soft heavy tits together, her nipples pointing straight out at me, and put the right one (my right, I think) in my mouth. Her left breast tasted salty with sweat, her nipples hardening in my mouth as I ran my tongue over it and the surrounding breast that I managed to get into my mouth. It was very sticky, very sweaty, and very ripe, but also amazing as I can remember.
I came up for air and began licking her left breast, tasting the sweat, trying to lick it off of her, coming back to suck on it every now and then. I moved to her right breast and did the same, trying to lick every inch of sticky sweat off of her massive chest. My tongue eventually moved to her deep cleavage, the flavor of her sweat intensifying as I licked her low-starting cleavage dry. Then I moved up to her massive, flat upper chest, then back down to her breasts.
The silence in the room dragged on as Ashley watched her breasts getting cleaned. She didn't make a noise; she never faked anything if she didn't feel anything.
She did say, "Wow, that feels good," at one point. After a while she pushed me away and looked down at her hanging tits, swinging low on her chest, now a mixture of sweat and saliva. They were even more slick now, shining brighter under the lights.
She brought her hands up and pointed to her tits; they, of course, swayed as her arms moved as they always did. "Well?"
I shrugged. "Not bad, I'd do it again."
Ashley laughed. "Well now I have spit and sweat on me so I definitely need to shower. And no, I won't be sucking your balls."
Ashley stood up from the bed and began walking to the bathroom, the top half of her dress hanging down from her waist, her breasts swinging from the side to side, gently clapping into one another as she walked.
"What about after we shower?" I asked, jokingly.
Ashley turned around, her breasts following, then colliding into one another with a soft "clap" as she stopped. She put her hands on her hips, her tits spreading apart slightly, her cleavage widening as her arms flared out to her sides.
"I was gonna fuck you anyway so fine." She laughed and turned back around. I made a point of watching her to see one of my favorite sights: the sides of her heavy tits swinging out to her sides with every step as she walked away from me. I headed to shower myself, counting down the minutes until that night.
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