Inescapably I was sat facing her at the next table, unable to avert my captured gaze. Good fortune had me pass this seaside cafe to see, seated by the window, a tumble of gorgeous hair flowing to astonishing breasts barely contained by a bikini top. Not merely impressive by size but tautness. The owner seemed occupied by the menu but looked up directly at me. The softest of smiles sent quivers into my crotch.

“Like what you see?” she knowingly asked, a firmer smile included.

Options sparked in my thoughts, denial not a worthy one.

“Magnificent” I accurately offered which prompted a melodious giggle.

“Aren't you supposed to be embarrassed to be caught leering at a young girl's tits?” she teased.

“I prefer the word breasts. I'm enjoying looking at your amazing breasts, yes I am. Possibly as much as you are, judging by the flush about them since I sat here.”

At which she got up (regretfully, to leave I thought) I noticed she wore a sarong that clung to her round buttocks and legs. I studied her, them, as if time had slowed for what I thought would be the mere seconds as she parted. A beguiling jiggle as she moved, my heart raced, a sight of wonder, large, but so firm, they wobbled left to right and then up/down, so subtly but emphatically, her bikini top followed the flow. But to my delight she sat down at my table with a deliberate bump and the motion that caused was heavenly.

Sat so close to me I could feel warmth from her body.

“Thank you for that. That was thrilling your breasts are...”

“Shush!”

So I shushed.

“I know the effect my (she raised her voice) Tits! Boobs! Mammaries! Have. Just for you handsome, my breasts have, and I adore the attention, when I want it.”

“I'm here on holiday with my boring parents would you believe, a much needed Uni break. They've gone off to see some ruin or something, so I said I'd stay in town, look around, shop, whatever. What possible mischief could a twenty something girl get up to? (she winked) I headed straight to the beach in my bikini planing to take it off, display the girls for all and sundry, That plan made me so hot 'n juicy. But when I got to the beach there were too many macho types all around me like flies, talking drivel at me, bothering me, not properly admiring me, you know? If they had just watched they would all have bulges to try to hide, unforgettable mammary memories to wank to! but I didn't stay, ended up here, where I've found a man who knows what he likes. Lovely.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” I enquired

“What?”

“Batting of the eyelashes thing.”

“I'm propositioning you! Can't you tell? I thought it was pretty explicit”

I raised my eyebrow and suggested I was more then twice her age.

“Well, you've experience and manners then, I bet you know a naughty thing or two you could teach me. Come on pops! let's have some FUN! What would you like to do to me?” she pleaded.

I stayed silent for a few seconds, pondering, but she persuaded me with the arrhythmic movement she caused.

“You're a very naughty young lady...”

“When I want to be I can be very naughty. Hols is when the libertine emerges. Those at University can't know of this side of me that's just the way it has to be. My libido goes into overdrive and that can involve the airing of my 'magnificent' did you call them? breasts. Your appreciation is refreshing, so, what would you like to do to me? My parents shouldn't be back 'till late... got a nice hotel room... ”

“Since you're already perverted I can't be accused of debauchery I suppose. I agree... as long as you do as I say. And I don't do to you I do with you”

“Ooh masterful! I consent, I think!”

“Nameless like-minded strangers sharing a kink? A fleeting encounter, without repercussions? Mmm sounds deliciously salacious young lady, this is what you want? You are prepared to do as I tell you?”

“Yes sir, please sir. Yea, we complement don't we. Like I told you I'm at University studying for a degree don't ask which subject or anything about that. I'm much more demure there, with friends so jealous of my body! The lads are always trying it on with me I'm tempted but I won't let anything get in the way of my studies, they all think I'm stuck-up, but you will know different. Degree first, everything else nowhere. Except holidays! Yea for holidays!”

“Are you aware of how reddened your skin becomes when you're aroused , like you are now” she looked down at where I was looking, “It is extremely sexy, more so because of them. They glow”

“Yea, you're right, it's a dead giveaway! Looks sexy to me too. I notice it when I masturbate in front of a mirror.” she relished sharing that.

We ate, perceiving the lust in each other as I outlined what she might do.

“How did you feel when you first saw me through the window?” she wanted to know.

“Oh, you saw that did you? (she smiled warmth at me again) Fervent desire, everything else became irrelevant, I had to look at you as much as I could for as long as I was able. Looking was the only option it seemed. There was a distinct tingle fizzing along my cock. Not erecting, more its' detection of the highly desirable. Erection comes when there is a possibility of more, like now...”

“You have an erection!” this seemed to please her greatly. “Are you uncomfortable? Do you need to adjust... something?” She laughed as she showed her concern.

“Call it a semi. It's been there since you sat at my table. I'm always commando, let the boys hang loose and swing (I winked!). I find it much more comfortable otherwise yes I probably would need something adjusting or untangling! And you? how does it feel?”

“Hang on I'm still with the commando image! Er, yea, a tingly clit, creaming, you've seen my flush, and the girls get excited too, sensitized. And there's the mental rush, what I'm causing is very arousing! It's the power. And I just creamed some more telling you. My clit's throbbing because of you. Come on, I'm going to do it”

She left and I followed after impatiently paying the bill. Hurried to where she was headed, so to observe her, from a well judged distance, parade along the street in her tiny bikini. She visited a variety of shops, a local market, buying nothing but attention.

At a particularly busy street her sarong undid itself, falling to the ground. At its' retrieval, shaking it, and her breasts, to clear the dust away. Struggling as she was, the blushing orbs divested themselves from the inadequate top. A squeal sounded, more of pleasure than pretend embarrassment. Her hands made strange attempts at covering them, pressing, squeezing, an small audience astonished at the spectacle, myself included.

What's a girl to do? She had to remove the dishevelled bikini top, carefully wrap the sarong back over herself while standing topless in the middle of the street. Unnecessarily shaking her breasts in apparent preparation for the return to the flimsy top from which they had joyously escaped. This accomplished, she made for the hotel.

“O fuck, what a thrill!” she enthused.

“Your odour confirms that!”

“O fuck yeah!” she seemed a bit hyper as she tugged off her meagre clothing “You're going to fuck me now?”

“You are to do as you're told!” I asserted.

She was naked expecting to be taken, perhaps roughly, she imagined. She flowed her hands over herself, briefly breasts, as if they were too sensitive. Fingertips were feeling her body's pleasure watching me looking her over. An urgent need to vent her stimulation exuded from her.

“You can fuck me now, you're allowed, we agreed”

“No. Stand still” she did so, tremulous.

I sat on the bed enjoying her aroused condition. I told her to place her arms by her side and to stay still. I walked around her examining, not touching. I described her body to her as I saw it. The perfection of her breasts, that they were too big for her frame which is why they were so fabulous. Their buoyancy extraordinary I told her, to which her breathing deepened. Her entire body was a mottled mess of pink and red, her arse so round, tapering beautifully to her legs. A clump of long pubes topped bald labia protruding soiled with pale dew, her clitoris shone out of its bright pink wrap. She shuddered audibly as I described her state. Breasts, a perfection of shape. From the back, visible to the side a generous curve. A narrow waist. Your whole body a curvaceous ideal. What perfection you are. She panted. I stood behind her and carefully placed a hand under each one. Her breathing stopped. I took their weight in my hands and I thought she would feint as she lent back into me.

“You carry them with such poise and elegance” I whispered, “You need not say but you tend them, don't you. Work all the necessary muscle, cream them with tender applications and all worthwhile.”

I stood in front of her removing my clothes, that made two of us well endowed she sighed. I pulled a chair to the middle of the room and sat. She on on my right thigh, told not to talk, with her legs open between mine.

My legs opened wide, my erection pressed warm on her left thigh. I placed my right arm along her back. She stared at my cock, full and bulbous but not in position to fuck. I gently bounced her so they would do the same. I kissed her cheek, nuzzled, pulled at her earlobe with teeth, while my free hand inserted a finger into the wet warmth. Something to moan about. Dandling on my thigh, an arm for support a single finger squished and slithered in and about her sloppy hole. Arms flailed in abandonment not knowing what to do. A brief grab of them, the thigh she was sat upon, my cock, as a finger poked and prodded, rubbed and slid, all the while she was dandled.

The day's foreplay needed meagre assistance, I held her from falling as she yelled out most of the day's excitement in an overwrought orgasm. She gasped loudly, spasm after spasm gripping my finger, she was consumed by release, I was engrossed.

Awash in warmth she calmed. I moved my hand from her copiously flowing pussy to squeeze one of them. If a finger had still been there it would have felt another grip, a spurt of gunk.

I pulled her across to closed my legs so she was sitting on my lap with my overheated cock protruding near her pussy. Kneading and kneading a hand apiece, attending to her nape, she tightened her thighs on to the heat and I squeezed and grasped, lifted and felt the heaviness she bore so beautifully, tweaking a nipple or two, inevitably my delight in them brought her again to an excess of pleasure and orgasmic juice flowed from us.

She was not done “Another” she beseeched.

"Certainly, have yourself another”

Sitting on my lap looking back at me, she fingered herself while I held them. Soon a gush of cream dripped to the floor as she writhed ecstatically on me mouthing melodious obscenities.

“We should shower, you're going out again.”

Of course I helped her shower, soaped them and pampered them.

“What are you going to wear?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You're going to walk the girls”

Smiling broadly: “You choose, I'll wear whatever you like ”

“You've got a pair of jeans I assume? Tight fitting no doubt, and there's nothing like a crisp white t-shirt

“I assume there won't be a brassiere involved?”

“Correct.”

“Wow! Slutty!”

Squeezing into her torn denims, arms and breasts clashing as a chunky belt was fed through the hoops.

“Tucked in or loose? The t-shirt?”

“Always tucked madam, otherwise the effect is lessened, you should know this, haven't you looked in the mirror a thousand times admiring yourself, assessing your-their best appearance?”

“Sure thing, but this is your choice darling”

Fresh white t-shirt tucked, a sensational combination. The globes pushed the cotton taut giving it their shape, with the obvious placement of nipples.

Then she moved.

“That is the sexiest sight there is. Walk around the room for me, slowly”

She did.

“I want to fuck you! You're a bitch on heat. How do you feel?”

“Other than abnormally aroused? This is different to a bikini, an acceptable choice of wear by the seaside. Topless on a beach is normal, but unbound breasts somehow become indecent, of whatever size, and magnified by heft. That was why 'wow' was my response. Bitch or slut is right, that's just how I feel, exactly how I want to feel. A tart on heat that only you will have his wicked way with, you do want to have your very wicked way with me, when we get back?”

“I have an idea or two for the slut”

It was barely half an hour since she savored a triple orgasm, but was as turned on as ever, nipples hard, face flushed. I left the hotel and told her to follow in a few minutes.

Gracefully she glided out of the hotel, the contents of her t-shirt doing their own thing. Someone conscientiously opened the door while boldly staring after her until out of sight.

I was on a bench, observing from a distance. She had a long walk to me and second by second they fidgeted toward me, jiggling and flouncing, she worked them for my pleasure and no doubt her own. Towards me and past. I adjusted my erection upward and followed.

Thus she strolled while I discreetly observed. Seemingly taking no regard of all the attention, she strutted them, a flow seductive to any lucky enough to see. We crossed paths a few times, she ignored me save for a smile, a look at my groin, a knowledge of imminent intimacy. Her odour betrayed her, a stain would grace a patch of denim. For about forty minutes she enjoyed herself, then back to the hotel, she had amassed plenty of foreplay to consummate.

“Omigod! Omigod!” She exclaimed I'm an exhibitionist! I love it! LOVE it! Thank you so much!

“I thought you were already one! That was you in the cafe wasn't it?”

“Yes, yes! but I was just casually flaunting it, you know, I hadn't thought about it, but now I realize I want to do this kind of thing properly, with consideration. But not at Uni of course I want that degree more than anything, I have plans, but also this...oh! Oh! Winter holidays, must get a fluffy woolly top, mohair... or cashmere! they'd look great in cashmere!”

A dog with a bone came to mind.

“Come to think of it, I've never told anyone this, a few years ago, it was just after new year, around one o'clock in the morning. I woke up, somehow I knew it was snowing. It wasn't heavy and I had a persuasive urge to go outside, naked. The crisp cold night made it particularly exhilarating for some reason. I just put on my trainers and left the house. It was so quiet, no wind just the sound of my shoes on the snow. The snow enhanced the weak street lighting, and I sort of danced down the road displaying my body to Jack Frost!

Then I heard distant voices approaching, a couple of lads going home late from the pub by the sound of them. I sort of panicked, started trembling all of a sudden. Then my intellect kicked in, they'd see my footsteps, my breath, hear my pounding heart. They'd recognize me! Have their evil way with me!

There was nowhere to hide and they were getting very near to me. I could only stand as still as possible around the corner, against a wall of a house. Nothing but cold air between the road and my pink body. If they turned to walk or look this way I'd be caught! I held my breath as they arrived. A voice inside my head said 'hey boys, over here, LOOK!' It was so clear I thought I said it out loud. I was really shivering now and surprised by a sudden wetness between my thighs. They passed right by me but they were too drunk to notice. When they'd gone I shivered my way home, peculiarly affected.

I thought, what if the two lads' loud chatter had made someone look out of their window to see what the noise was, they could have seen me, I wouldn't know, perhaps they'd tell my parents! When I got back to my bedroom, into my warm bed, all sorts of scenarios bothered me but the thrill persisted. Eventually the busy hand between my legs calmed me to sleep. For the next few days I was so subdued, expecting horrors to befall me, I'd convinced myself someone saw!”

“You may have rediscovered a hobby! Think about it but be careful too”

“Are you a virgin?” I asked seriously.

“WHAT! Are you kidding? Ah, do you mean a virgin of older men? I might be”

“No, I don't mean that, I mean have your breasts been fucked?”

Her mouth ajar she muttered meekly “No, omigod, are you going to...”

“Yes, have you got any oil?”

“Fuck!” she uttered again.

“Yes fuck, I'm going to fuck you, take their virginity. Undress”

In the small kitchenette stood a bottle of premium olive oil.

Towels were placed on the floor, over some pillows to support her.

By this time she was naked and coy.

“Lie here” I waved at the towels.

“You like olive oil? Well from now on you will forever associate it with this experience, the day they lost their virginity, here smell, quite apt, extra virgin!”

She managed a smile but was still somewhat docile much less exuberant than earlier. I did the honorable thing and and asked her if she was willing.

Nodding furiously she pronounced “Oh fuck yea, please take my virginity. I'm remembering from before. This is going to be so good”

A pool of oil warmed in my palms to anointed onto welcoming breasts. Massage commenced. Lovingly the distinctively flavored oil manipulated onto the mounds of flesh. The thin green film did not hide the colour of her pleasure. Red and green competed, blotches deepened as her moans told of increasing pleasure .

“Hold them” I instructed. Dutifully she did so, watching my eager cock slither between.

“Feel the correct pressure, feel me between them, welcome my cock” I thrust purposefully, pausing to pour more oil. “Smell it” I told her “This is the smell of the loss of virginity. Look at my cock fucking your gorgeous breasts that's an image to make you come.”

She was looking alright, her prized orbs beset by my glistening cock thrust powerfully between them distorting them giving pleasure to them and the image of it bent her mind to orgasm. She shuddered and bucked violently and I squirted my load between them onto her face. Her grip tightened I had to thrust harder. Her arms caressed her breasts, olive oil and cum blended, her shudders continued to move her. I lowered myself and thrust my still hard cock into her pussy and felt the final few squeezes of her tenacious orgasm. I stayed erect within her for sometime, holding her, our bliss bathing us.

Quite a while later I withdrew, my sticky cock contented, our juices and olive oil occupied the air.

“What ever will we do tomorrow?” eventually asked a playful voice.

“I have to leave, I'm only here today. I did say this would be fleeting.”

She pouted in mock disappointment.

“I'm sure you can amuse yourself, perhaps find another 'pops' to play with” she threw a pillow at me.

“Don't you want to play with them some more? Look, they're waving at you”

“I could play with them forever but then your holiday comes to an end and your studious half becomes dominant... Life is a series of moments and I dare say this a memorable one for both of us”

“You're right again, an experience to celebrate and onward to more adventure!”

“And you now have a fetish for olive oil”

“That might be interesting when I'm cooking at home or Uni!”

“By the way, how are you going to explain this delicious aroma to your parents?”

“Um, Probably need to open a window! Let's shower, you can clean them up, you lovely man you”

I wrote down the name of a website where she could perhaps share her wondrous mammaries anonymously. She didn't seem convinced but she took the piece of paper.

Goodbyes are sad but we both had an unforgettable experience to cherish the rest of our lives. In the morning she found something had been left in reception for her. Not flowers as she thought but numerous lemons! A card instructed her to cleanse them in juice, daily.

Some time later a celebrated new contributor @ a certain website posed images of them to exuberant praise. One caption read: The girls love their olive oil! In the background a bottle of the same brand...

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There are flakes of truth scattered in this tale. It did not happen as told but aspects of it are real.