Her name was... well, let's just call her Melanie. She'd brought along a bottle of wine from the restaurant. No glasses, but that's okay. I was accustomed to drinking out of the cheap plastic cups that budget hotels provide. We sat on the edge of the bed and chatted over our wine "glasses." At first it was just small talk; where are you from, what movies do you like, that sort of stuff. But eventually we got around to talking about sex and our fantasies. It turned out that she had a fantasy that my laptop screen had prompted her to remember.
"You might think this is crazy, but... I've always wanted to be immortalized in a Literotica story," she said.
"Well, I've often thought I might write one, one of these day. If I ever have an experience worth writing about, that is." I wasn't quite ready to admit to her that I'd written a few. Let's see what she had in mind first.
"I used to have this boyfriend who had a total boob fetish," she said. With her set of knockers, I wasn't surprised, but I didn't say anything. She stared at the ground, apparently a bit embarrassed by the admission. "And I kind of got pretty good at letting him have his way with mine." She lifted her head and looked me in the eyes, suddenly determined to go through with her plan. "If you think you could write a story for me, I'd love to show you some of the techniques we developed." She blushed, despite her determination, and it was quite fetching. I felt a little sorry for her and the predicament she was putting herself in. But I also felt intrigued, not to mention that I was still quite horny.
I took mercy on her and tried to put her at ease. I refilled her wine cup and took her by the hand. "It's okay, Melanie," I said. "Just think of it as an interview for your first starring story on Literotica." I stood up, pulled her up with me, and gave her a tender hug. As I felt her large, soft jugs press against my chest, I also felt the tension in her muscles relax, and heard her emit a soft sigh, and then a light chuckle.
"You're sweet," she said, and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. We looked in each others' eyes, and then repeated the kiss, with gusto this time. "Okay," she said, after several minutes of smooching. "But these techniques work best if we're both naked."
We began to disrobe, slowly and haltingly in her case, as she was still feeling a bit awkward. I didn't have much on, just a t-shirt and gym shorts, and I yanked them off in a hurry so she wouldn't feel embarrassed getting naked first. She unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse, one by one. I watched the long thin V of white skin lengthen until it reached her navel. Then she unbuttoned her black pleated trousers and let them fall to the floor, followed by her black lacy panties. She kicked them to the side of the room along with her shoes. I stepped up, pressed my naked body against her, took her by the shoulders, and kissed her, gently but firmly. As her tongue responded to mine, my hands slipped her blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her.
She stood there in nothing but her bra, as our kissing became more passionate. I must admit, I'm a pretty good kisser, and as our tongues got to know each other, the entire exercise finally started becoming more erotic and less academic. I grabbed her buttocks as we kissed, and she reached back and unfastened the bra, finally letting it fall to the floor with her blouse. We stood there, naked, embracing, kissing passionately. I could feel her boobs against my chest, and they felt wonderful. The embarrassment had completely passed, and we were now just two fresh new lovers, exploring each others' bodies, and preparing to enter a world of bliss together.
As we kissed, I brought my hands up to her luscious breasts and played with them. They were truly magnificent; round and full, soft yet firm, and smooth to the touch. Her nipples were large and brown and crinkly, and surrounded by perfectly round beige areolas. I massaged her boobs firmly in my fists, tugging on the nipples between squeezes of her fleshy mounds. This brought a series of low moans from the back of her throat. I could see why she had been willing to indulge her boyfriend's fantasies to such an extent: she clearly had very sensitive breasts, and probably got off on the boob play as much as he had. I've known women who could cum from breast stimulation alone, and was beginning to suspect that Melanie was one of them. As I massaged and tweaked her jugs, her eyes glazed over and her kissing became more and more insistent, her tongue snaking its way down my throat and her hips grinding against mine. My cock was trapped against her flat tummy, already at full mast. After several moments, we broke off, each needing a rest and some deep breaths.
"All right, let's start with you standing against the wall," she said, remembering our little project. She knelt at my feet and took my stiff cock in her hand, guiding it into her cleavage. Although I thrilled at the first touch of her cool fingers on my erect and aching cock, I was still a bit disappointed. This was pretty standard stuff, familiar from a thousand porno videos. I found myself hoping that she and her boyfriend had been more creative than this. She leaned towards me, pressing her boobs against the sides of my cock with her hands, and snaked up and down from her knees. It felt lovely, I must admit, if not particularly groundbreaking. My visions of a great story for Literotica began to evaporate. But I couldn't complain as her soft globes of flesh engulfed my throbbing tool, and her lovely body was quite a treat for my eyes as well. She softly kissed the hairs of my belly and tongued my navel as she fucked my cock with her cleavage, and continued her low throaty moaning.
Then she started dipping lower and lower on her down-strokes, until her mouth reached the purple head of my cock. She pursed her lips, and gave it a gently suck on each cycle. At first, she only executed some short, tender, closed-lip kisses. But soon, she got trickier. She started giving a slight swirl on each cycle; one time clockwise, the next time counter-clockwise, sometimes with a back-and-forth motion, or a nip of the teeth, or a swipe with her tongue. The sensations were subtle, but always different. My cock was never allowed to anticipate what the next little kiss would bring, yet it always enjoyed the constant, rhythmic caressing of her soft milky cleavage at the same time.
Next, she shifted a bit, and squatted down lower onto her heels. Instead of pressing her boobs together with both hands, she cradled them in the crook of her left elbow, and wrapped them around my rapidly tightening nut sack. She resumed her up and down motion, but lower and with shorter strokes, and focused her boob massage totally on my nads. Her right hand gripped the head of my cock, and executed a continuous, back and forth twisting motion, as if my dickhead were a doorknob that she was eager to open. The combination of the gentle kneading on my scrotum and the continuous twisting and sliding on my glans was both intense and unique, and for the first time I was impressed at the innovation of her methods. I began to wonder where her ex-boyfriend was and if I should send him a thank you note.
She maintained this slow, excruciating, exquisite torture for several minutes, and I began to feel the juices rising in my loins. But she knew what she was doing, and felt it coming too. She slowed down, and then stopped, and just held me in position until the danger of coming too soon had passed. She looked up into my eyes, with an eager questioning look on her face.
"Oh yes, it's great!" I assured her. "I've never felt anything like this before." She gracefully rose to her feet and slid her arms around my neck. We kissed passionately again. I was really starting to like this woman. And her boobs, of course.
"Time for phase two," she said slyly, giving me a mischievous look, and led me by the hand to the bed. She let me lie there for a few minutes and gently caressed the hairs on my chest as I calmed down a bit. "We don't want you coming before you've experienced the full treatment, now do we?" she cooed. "We need that story to contain every chapter."
She had me lie flat on my back while she got on all fours, with her knees on the left side of my body and her hands on my right. This positioned her pendulous knockers so that they were dangling onto my chest, like two bursting water balloons. She slowly swung them back and forth, dangling them down to just the perfect level to brush against my flesh. She swung them left and right across me, up and down the length of my sternum, tickling me and teasing me. The feeling was subtle yet incredibly erotic. She inched her way to her right so that her lovely melons hung right in my face, and I greedily sucked them as they buffeted my mouth, chin, and cheeks. Then she inched her way back to her left, massaging my chest with her lovely boobs like some erotic car wash. Gradually she worked her way down my chest, down and around my belly, and toward my crotch and my once-again swelling cock. When her dangling hooters reached my tool, they bounced it around with such soft smothering pleasure that I involuntarily arched my back, attempting to fuck that wonderful cleavage. But she would have none of it; she continued her way down my body, giving the same buffing treatment to my balls and thighs. Eventually she worked her way back up my body, all the while executing delicate circles and figure-eights with her nipples all over my torso. When she got up to my face, she swung her open mouth to mine and kissed me again, with even more passion than before. Her breath was coming short and her cheeks were flushed. Clearly her breasts were responding to this erotic rubbing as strongly as were my genitals and other parts. Our kiss was hard, wet, and full of bite.
Eventually she pulled back. "Whew!" she said. "I'm getting warm! Are you?"
