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When I was in high school I read a book called “How To Pick Up Girls.” It wasn’t a long book full of complicated do’s and don’ts, but very short and simple. It basically stressed three things: 1. Picking up girls has to be your main priority; 2. When you see something you like pursue her (at least try); and 3. Put your feelings about her into words.
Those ideas came rushing into my head as soon as I saw this woman alone at a bar. Sitting on a bar stool her breasts looked like they rested on her lap, and I have a huge huge-breast fetish. I only planned to ask the hostess for directions to where I was heading but when I saw this mammarian goddess that plan went out the window. Instead I walked right up to her for a closer look.
“Excuse me ms, but is this seat taken?,” I asked innocently as I gestured to the chair next to hers.
“Sir,” she answered sternly, “there must be nine other chairs along this bar, why do you have to sit next to me?”
‘Holy shit!,’ I thought to myself as I confirmed her tits really were that huge and she wasn’t just fat, ‘I hope she’s really not this bitchy. Hopefully it’s just an act. This may be tough.’
“Well, actually I do,” I replied and then paused, “You see all of those seats are reserved.”
“Reserved?... In a bar? No way!,” she insisted.
“No they are, because I reserved them,” I answered back politely, “As soon as I saw you, ... um, I mean as soon as I saw the hostess I reserved them.”
“Oh very clever!,” she said, finally breaking a small smile, “So not only do you ‘have to’ sit next to me, nobody else can get near me either, so we’re isolated!”
“Exactly!,” I replied, hoping that broke the ice.
We made eye contact and I noticed how beautiful hers were.
“So,” she finally said after a few seconds, “why do you want to sit next to me?”
“Because,” I began to explain, “you remind me of some one - or of a certain experience, actually - and I vowed long ago to pursue any opportunities I might have to replicate it.”
“What kind experience?,” she asked curiously.
“A sexual one,” I answered, "but not in the usual sense. I didn’t have sex with her.”
“Oh sure! What then?,” she asked impatiently as she rolled her eyes.
“I just felt so incredibly turned on,” I continued, “seeing something so amazing and sexy and feeling so primal.”
“What was it?,” she asked intently.
“I saw a women topless who had truly enormous all-natural breasts,” I said flatly. “I’ve never been the same since then. The experience was so intense I think it triggered an addiction for them.”
She stared at me while I spoke, seemingly fully captivated by what I was saying. Even though she’d probably been approached and propositioned a hundred times for some reason she felt I was safe.
“So ... so what happened?,” she asked sincerely after a few moments of silence.
“I was in my early 20’s," I began, “traveling alone on business to a mid-western city in the winter. I took a cab from the airport to my hotel and along the way we passed through that city’s red light district and I noticed a sign outside of a seedy looking strip club that read: ‘Honey Moons.’ That got my attention and started making me horny. You see, I looked a various big-tit mags in my youth and there was a model named Honey Moons who was one of my favorites. She not only had enormous boobs, but super big areolas too! I still have a thing for huge areolas, and it may because of hers,” I explained.
“So, I decided to go to that strip club just in case it was the same woman. I’d been to strip clubs before but none of them did much for me. Most of the featured 'dancers' were skinny and small-breasted and spent way too much time stripping instead of modeling naked. But I took my chances on that one because it looked a lot raunchier than usual and if the Honey Moons I saw in the mags was there I figured it would be worth it - and it was!”
“It wasn’t a big place and there weren’t more than about twelve men there, but they were all in their 50’s or so. I remember thinking that this place must be pretty good because those guys didn’t look like they were there to meet women, just to see them, if you know what I mean.”
“Anyway, as soon as 'the show' started I could clearly see that it was the same Honey Moons I saw in the mags, but she looked even sexier. I remember hearing the other men start to mumble as soon as they saw her and were clearly turned on too. She came out onto a small stage wearing only a bra and panties, but the bra was huge and substantial. I’d never seen anything like it. It wasn’t dainty or skimpy or conventionally sexy at all, but it was to us. It emphasized how big and heavy her tits were. I remember thinking that every guy in that room must have a breast fetish because she literally looked top heavy with upholstered boobs.”
“The lights were dim but we could still see her clearly since we weren’t very far from the stage. I figured she was going to start dancing but to my surprise instead she just unceremoniously pushed her bra straps down off her shoulders, unclasped the back band, and let her bra fall away from the weight of her boobs! I could hardly believe it. She may have looked top heavy before but now she looked like a freak. I mean, her tits hung down past her belly button and had areolas as big as cup saucers!’
“The men in the room reacted in all kinds of ways when they saw that. Most of them moaned or called out some expletive. It really was an astonishing sight. My cock was hard as a rock and although I felt like opening my pants and jacking off, I didn't. For one thing I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to close my pants again if my dick were able to fully expand, and I didn’t want to invite any complications in case there were gay guys around, if you know what I mean.”
“She stood on the front edge of the stage as close as she could get to us, and remained there for several minutes, giving all of us tit hounds an eye full of mammarian pornography. That alone would have been worth the price of admission but - incredibly - she then started walking around on the stage, back and forth, causing her boobs to jiggle and sway! I literally almost lost it when I saw that! It was the the freakiest thing I’d ever seen. I know most men and certainly most women would say her tits were grotesque but to me I felt a new level of primal sexual energy and horniness that I didn’t know existed. No wonder so many men do so much crazy shit in the name of sexual satisfaction. If they felt what I was feeling I simply can’t blame them. Fortunately, though, - for me - I was safe in this seedy little theater and wasn’t about to ravish Honey Moons, but holy shit!, you know what I mean?” I asked pleadingly.
“And believe it or not, that wasn’t the end of the experience. After 'prancing' around the stage causing all manner of sexual catharsis among her fans, she exited to a section of the club where there was more light and we were all allowed to get up close to her, to talk to her. A few guys got her autograph. But what blew me away was seeing her tits so up close and personal. I got within two feet away and could clearly see every detail of her breasts. Each boob had a bulbous, bottom-heavy shape covered by areola and hung down nearly to her waist. I could see stretch marks and veins. A lot of veins. Photographs of her tits conveyed the reality of them only so much, so seeing them for real was ten times more intense. My loins ached with horniness. I used the bathroom several times that night to masturbate. It was like I had generated so much cum I couldn’t ejaculate it all in one orgasm. I continued to masturbate about her for the next two weeks and still can do it today if I concentrate. But the real legacy of that experience is a passionate interest in huge all-natural boobs and the desire to see more of them in the flesh,” I finally concluded.
The bar lady continued to look at me intensely as I concluded my story. I stared back at her.
“Wow!!,” she finally exclaimed, “THAT was intense to just hear about. I can only imagine what it was like being there.”
Then she added, “You know, either you’re a complete nut or you’re the most honest and vulnerable guy I’ve ever meet. You had no idea how I was going to react but you just put yourself out there! ... Amazing!,” she said.
“Hey, you can’t have it if you don’t ask for it,” I added half-jokingly.
“You know what?,” she added cheerfully, “I’m going to confess a little secret to you too. I happen to like guys who like to get off, especially if they like looking at me when they do it!”
“Looking at you?,” I asked interestedly.
“Yeah. Just looking. No physical contact and no sex. Just looking - and masturbating,” she added.
“For one thing I’m married, see ...,” she explained as she showed me her wedding ring, “but since I don’t get any from him I’m naughty when he’s out of town.”
“Okay, ... that makes sense I guess,” I chimed in, “I’m not married but I can respect that.”
“By the way my name is Jim, what’s yours?,” I asked.
She looked away for a moment and then said, “Call me ‘Bad’."
“Bad?”
"Yeah, ‘Bad’, It’s short for a user name I use sometimes."
“Okay ...,” I replied, and then just smiled at her hoping that she might suggest we go somewhere.
But Bad was naughty, and she wanted to tease me a little first.
“So you think my boobs look like that stripper’s?,” Bad asked, trying to sound innocent.
“Well, sort of. I mean, every woman’s breasts are unique and sexy in their own way,” I answered as PC as I could think of.
“Well they do sag a lot. Without my bra on they hang down about twice as much as they do now.”
I couldn’t help but bite my lip and look away when she said that. I didn’t want to look at her tits while she was sitting there and imagine what they would look like dangling freely. I think I would have lost it.
She watched me squirm mentally and emotionally, knowing what I was feeling.
“Do you like big nipples too?” she asked, adding to my stress.
“Look!,” I said suddenly, but trying not to sound desperate, “I’m going to lose it if we don’t get out of here!”
“Okay, okay. I was just having a little fun,” she said apologetically as she laid a 50 on the bar.
“We can go to my place if that’s okay with you. It’s not far." I offered.
“That’s fine,” she said as we walked out of the establishment together.
We got a cab and went up to my apartment.
“I’d offer you a drink but I don’t think I can wait,” I said.
“Neither can I,” she replied with a smile.
“I suppose you want to see me first then, right?” I asked
“That would be nice.”
I took off my shirt and pants, and then my underwear. My cock was clearly sticky with pre-cum from all the sexy talk we’d been having.
She gazed at my package and licked her lips.
“Can I see you in just your bra first?,” I asked gently.
“Definitely,” she replied as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it.
My cock immediately began to stiffen as she exposed her massive corset-like bra. It was beige and the shoulder straps were an inch wide and the back band had eight hooks.
“Oh my god!! That’s beautiful!,” I exclaimed while I griped my cock and squeezed it. “I could come right now but I don’t want to,” I said as I stared at the cups of her bra. “What’s your bra size?”
“40 H,” she answered immediately as she watched me slowly stroking my shaft.
“Oh fuck!,” I said under my breath.
“Will you take your bra off now?” I asked quietly.
“Okay, but I have to let my boobs out first so I can reach the hooks,” she explained.
“Okay,” I answered.
Bad then pushed her shoulder straps down and scooped one boob out of its bra cup and let it hang out naturally. Then paused before scooping out the other.
“Oh fuck me again!,” I blurted out as I gazed at her huge veiny tits. I squeezed my cock harder to keep me from coming. Bad watched me “suffer” and smiled.
Bad then reached behind and unclasped her back band. She peeled the garment away and let the full weight of her bosoms hang down and spread out. They hung outwards and had areolas over 4 inches across and thick nipples.
I stared at her massive chest flesh and marveled. “You’re a fucking goddess and an angel!!”
Bad responded by gently shaking her torso, causing her boobs to jiggle and sway in delight to my tributes.
“God you’re so sexy!!!,” I practically screamed as I stroked my leaking cock.
“Now one more thing - and this is going to be it because I’m about to explode - I’m going to lie on my back on the floor and I want you to lean over and hang those babies over my face, okay?”
“That would be my pleasure, sir,” Bad answered cheerfully.
I got down on the floor and she leaned over. I’d never seen more tit flesh in my life, and nips so big and scrumptious. She shook them slightly to make them swing as cum began spewing out of my dick like a volcano. I gasped and panted with delight and ecstasy. Bad smiled sexily as she watched me from above writhing in pleasure.
I was so relaxed and spent I then fell asleep and woke up to an empty apartment. Bad was gone. But she did leave me something besides just the memory of another great experience. She left me a selfie shot of her bare boobs on my phone.
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