The bra
Found myself thinking a lot about one of my first girlfriends. We were right around driving age and had been dating for a decent amount of time. Intercourse wasn’t in the picture but there was an awful lot of touching and grinding. Our "go to" move was a lot of dry humping with her on top of me. For the age and time, it was amazing. A little uncomfortable with her on top and both still wearing pants and underwear but it was what it was and we enjoyed it.
We would often do this with her fully naked on top. She was surprisingly well endowed for her size and had the tiniest of nipples. I didn’t even really touch, play or kiss her nipples or breasts. What I loved and remember is the act of lifting off her shirt, the view of her above me then unclasping her bra before she quickly came to me to make out.
The point that has me fixated is that all of her bras had the clasp in the front. I have not dated anyone since whose entire bra collection was like that. There was something amazing about pinching the clasp together then making that snapping motion to separate the cups. The sight of her practically bursting forth, over and over is burned in my brain.
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