So another, but slight different, one.
When I was in my first year away at college there was a girll there who I knew from back home who was a year old and was in her 2nd year there.
It's common that you spend your first year in a big student accommodation block, which is what I was in, and after that you find a house to rent with a few friends you've made, which she had done.
I should say that, although this girl was attractive, I had basically no feelings for her and never really thought about her sexually. She was great fun though down the bar, and she liked a drink.
So, one afternoon, I met her on campus in one of the bars there. We got chatting and I ended up agreeing that I'd meet up with her later at her house as I'd not seen it, and we might then carry on a few more bars. I can honestly say there was zero sexual tension, we were just friends out having a good time.
So I turned up at her house later that evening. I was met at the door by one of her two scary flat mates. I was quite young at the time and these two ladies were older than me, more intelligent than me, and vastly more sexually experienced than me. They walked around the house quaffing wine, reading Russian literature, and loudly exclaiming how terrible men were. It was intimidating and my female friend, who was certainly more intelligent than me too and could hold her own on the literature and sexual front with her flat mates, sensed my worry and asked if I wanted to move to her room - again no sexual tension whatever.
We had some wine, too much wine, listened to some music, and then realised how late it had got so we decided to call it a night. She was saying her goodbyes when I started to complian about how far it was back to my student accommodation - I didn't really want to pay for a cab, and it wasalmost an hours walk in the dark.
She suggested I crashed at her place. I remember saying I was worried about sleeping on her sofa with her flat mates around (ridiculous now I think if it) so she said I slept in her room.
Without thinking about it, perhaps due to the wine, I immediately stripped off to my boxers and jumped into her bed and under the covers. She just shrugged, and started to take off her trousers and jumper. She took off her bra under her top and got into her bed too.
I should explain at this point that my friend has massive breasts. And as she reached across to turn her lights off in black knickers and tight white vest top, the curves of her tits and the contours of her large erect nipples did look fantastic.
So her lights went off, she turned round with her back to me, but because of her small bed close to me, and we both closed her eyes.
I have no idea why I did this at this point, but, with her back to me, i put my arm around her and cupped one of her breasts with my hand....
I left it there. Ther was no reaction for a while and I thought she might have gone to sleep until suddenly, after a few minutes, she move one of her hands onto of mine and together we squeezed her breast.
She moved her hand away, I gave her breast another squeeze, and she gave out a little appreciative moan.
So I we spent the next few minutes with me touching both her breasts through her vest top, until I thought it a good idea to slip my hand up inside her vest. I grabbed her naked tits and massaged them, playing with her nipples with my fingers - another little appreciative moan of delight, as I did.
So I spent the next few hours with my hand up her top, intermittently napping and playing with her boobs.
At one point in the early hours of the morning I suddenly thought i wasnt being a gentleman and this poor lady must have been wet and desperate for something more. So I pulled my hand out of her top and slipped it between her legs and on top of the gusset of her panties, right on top of her pussy hole. For the couple seconds I was there she did seem wet. Anyway I wasnt there for long as she grabbed my hand, pulled it away clearly not wanting me to play down there, and pushed my hand back upinside her top.
At some point in the morning when it was starting to get light, she was lying on her back and I was busy groping away with my hand up inside her vest, when she suddenly sat up, pulled her vest off up over her head and lay back, on her back, with the covers pulled down enough so I was treated to the sight of her tits. Not looking her in the eye I smiled, I saw her smile too, and I went back to playing with her massive breasts.
Before long I couldn't help myself and I leant my head over and took one of her nipples into my mouth and started playing with it with my tongue which she seemed to enjoy.
But I was tired and couldn't keep leaning over her for long so I went back to lying on my side. When I did, she rolled over to face me. I mistook this for something more and again, not wanting to leave a girl wanting, I went to kiss her. But before I did, she pushed me away, put her hands around the back of my head, and pushed me down so my mouth was level with her nipples. "Fair enough" I thought and started licking and sucking away.
And that's how we stayed until it was time to emerge into the day; with my face buried in her ample, naked tits.
She got up first, and walked around her room topless for a while in just her lacy pants looking for some clothes to put on which was nice. I made no effort to not stare at her and she didn't seem to mind. When she was dressed I did the same, gave her a hug and left to walk home.
It was very odd as , even though I was hard all night, I never at any point felt like I wanted to screw her. I never even felt like I wanted her to play with my cock. However I got to the end of her road and suddenly I was horny as hell. It was the longest 45 min walk ever. As soon as I got to my room I locked my door and beat off into my sink. I suspect my friend went straight back to bed and masturbated too. Why I didn't run back to her house and suggest we didn't just have a wank together I'll never know, but just didn't seem right at the time.
So, years later, I still see her pop up on Facebook. She ended up marrying a good friend; the guy who was the reason we were friends in the first place. He has no idea. Nor do any of their friends as she I doubt will have ever mentioned it to anyone, nor my wife, our friends etc as neither have I. There was no sexual chemistry between us ever, we never fancied each other, so if I ever told anyone, or she did, it would just seem odd.
But for one night, me, her and her fantastic tits had some real fun. I wonder if this had happened to her before, or after. I wonder if my wife has had a similar experience with someone we know and her tits? Or your wife?
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