I belong to a facebook travel group, and someone visiting our city asked if anyone wanted to meet her that evening at her hotel's bar.
That hotel seems special, and I looked at the website--I don't drink, but the bar is pretty.
So it was uncharacteristic of me, but I said yes. Anarchist boyfriend is more social than I am and was delighted to meet someone new.
I visited the facebook profile of the woman we were to meet, hoping to get a sense of what she looks like so I could recognize her at the bar--I'm horrible with faces.
As I scrolled down, I saw a picture of her that made me say "wow!" then "wow!" again. Also, my cunt ached.
In the photo, she was wearing a low-cut bathing suit and was learning forward provocatively, so her huge, gorgeous tits were prominent.
I was surprised I'd felt that pang of lust, seeing her picture. I usually don't react like that--I feel someone's beautiful or sexy based more on knowing them than just physicality.
But I learned something about myself--I have a thing for huge tits. Her body is really amazing, all curves, and I admired her boldness.
I started having a fantasy that the three of us would have a good time talking at the bar, and she would invite us upstairs to her hotel room for sex. I almost never go to bars, and I've never done that before.
I imagined her taking off her clothes in her hotel room, and how ecstatic I would be to touch her huge, amazing tits. I imagined her nipples being large and plump.
I imagined touching the great expanses of her soft skin, sucking gently at her big nipples, rubbing my bare tits on hers, rubbing my face on her tits over and over again. It seemed like the fulfilment of a wonderful need, a "I could die happy now" kind of experience.
I've had sex with amazing women, and their bodies were beautiful. But I've never been with anyone who had had huge tits, so it would be a dream come true, to make love with this facebook lady.
Well, she ended up canceling on us. Then we were going to have breakfast the next morning, but it was too snowy--her flight was canceled, and she ended up changing plans.
That night in bed I told anarchist boyfriend my fantasy. I told him how I wanted to be with her huge tits and get off on them for a long time. Just that would be enough, meeting a deep sexual need.
But then I imagined him touching her tits too, doing the same things I had done and feeling how I'd felt. He liked the idea.
I imagined blowing his dick as he rubbed his face on her tits, imagined him focused on her amazing beauty as I sucked him off.
I thought of her becoming our girlfriend and visiting our city again and again for the intense sex we would have together. How we'd look forward to her visits and enjoy her unique love.
I imagined anarchist boyfriend fucking her, their amazing bodies together, the three of us all together in bed, so much lust and tenderness.
Well, maybe one day.
