All characters in the stories below are over 18.
Following are a set of short stories about boobs and nipples (what else?). They didn’t seem long enough for independent submission, so I’ve bundled 6 together. I hope you enjoy them.
1. I Prepare a Surprise Cucumber Salad
I’d been feeling horny for a week, since my husband had been traveling. Even though he was due to be home in time for dinner, I couldn’t wait any longer. Plus, I had an idea to spice up the meal.
Naked on the bed, I cupped my swollen, D cup tits, enjoying their heft as I groped and squished my boobs, running my palms from side to side underneath their heavy mass. Soon, my hands wandered north, and I teased around my lengthening nipples, brushing over the ends of my nips but not pulling on my stiff nipples just yet, no matter how much my swollen buds were calling to be tugged and twisted. Finally, I flicked my nipples a little, gasping as the sensation went straight from my nipples down to my dampening, needy pussy.
Time for phase two. I paused my nipple play, taking a refrigerator-cool cumber off its plate and working it into my pussy. The temperature contrast created an amazing new sensation! Plus, it was a long, fat cucumber, and my vagina felt delightfully full. My pussy muscles were already pulsating, and I paused, with eyes closed, while I held that green dildo with one hand while alternately cupping one big boob and pulling its nipple, then switching to my other boob and nipple.
But I wanted to play with both of my boobs and nipples at once! I love my nipple orgasms, and while I was definitely getting higher, going back and forth, from right tit to left tit, was frustrating. I looked around for a solution, and eventually figured it out. I spread my legs, then lifted myself up to slide a pillow under my butt and pussy. After some trial and error, I finally found a position that would work — one where the cucumber-dildo would stay put while I bounced on it without having to hold it in place with either hand. With that position found, I was free to go back to playing with both of my anxious nipples with both hands.
I love to take my time with my nipple orgasms, and with all afternoon in front of me, there was no reason to rush. I cupped my big boobs, kissing their upper slopes, all the while lifting myself slowly up and down on the cucumber. I was getting really wet, and loving it! With a little effort, I raised my left tit up higher toward my mouth, eyeing my swollen nipple before sucking that throbbing nubbin between my warm lips. A mini-orgasm immediately swept from my left nipple to my right nip, which I was holding with my other hand, and down to my pussy. I nearly squeezed that now very slippery cucumber completely out of my vagina, so I had to pause briefly to get it back firmly into place.
Now, I was torn, because the urge to just fuck that cucumber into oblivion while simultaneously working up to a nipple orgasm was overwhelming! But I do love delayed gratification, so I took a few deep breaths and went back to a controlled, slow fuck of the cucumber while varying my nipple play.
I closed my eyes and thought of you filling me up with your big dick, instead of the cucumber, while I strummed my nipples. Another mini-orgasm! Next, I pushed my left nipple down into my breast flesh, squeezing my areola together around my nipple, feeling the hardness of my nipple inside the little pocket I had created. Holding my nipple in place with thumb and middle finger, I teased the end of my nipple with the finger nail of my index finger, gasping at the intensity of the sensations. All the while, I slowly rose and fell on my sloppy green phallus. I repeated the nipple-pocket stimulation with my right nipple while cupping my heavy right boob, my breathe growing ever more ragged. My pussy contracted around the cucumber again, and I smiled as I thought of how big the green giant might be and how jolly I was making him.
But by now, I was ready — time for the big climax to my private show! I raised my left boob to my mouth again, sucking my nipple hard between my teeth and licking the end of my nip with my tongue. With my right hand, I found my right nipple and pulled my boob up with my nip, then started shaking my tit left and right, tightening my grip on my nipple. A little faster with the cucumber. Then, for the finale, I bit down gently on my nipple with my teeth and quickly pulled my nipple from my mouth, while with my right hand, I yanked hard on my right nipple until it escaped my grasp. I sank down hard on the cucumber, driving it as deep as I could into my spasming vagina.
As the waves of pleasure took full control of my body, I kept sucking my nipple into my mouth and pulling it out while my other hand tugged relentlessly on my other nipple, and my pussy muscles squeezed down hard on the cucumber. I could feel my juices escaping around the cuke and running down my thighs as I kept up my nipple stimulation for several more minutes until I was fully spent. But before I collapsed on the bed, I carefully wiped myself up, daubing my precious bodily fluids on the plate, along with the still rigid cucumber.
That night, I served you sliced cucumber with a “secret dressing.” I saw you smile as you first smelled it and then relished the taste of my cum in your mouth. My braless boobs swelled, and my nipples stiffened. I looked into your lust-filled eyes and cupped my left boob, pulling on my nipple suggestively with one hand while sucking some “dressing” off the fingers of my other hand. It was going to be a special night!
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2. I Enjoy Doing Yardwork — With the Right Helper, That Is!
Because of the heat I was wearing only a very short pair of cutoff jeans with wide leg holes (no panties) and a thin, somewhat transparent crop top with no bra. My DD cup boobs don’t really need a bra, and I love to feel my tits wobble, and my nipples get stiff when they rub on the crop top. And I do love feeling my nipples get stiff! This particular crop top had a deep scoop neck and was loose enough that the fabric just hung out in the air after reaching the line between my two stiff nipples. And it was short enough that when I raised my arms, I could see the lower edges of my areolas in the mirror. But I had forgotten some of those points when I put it on that day. I just liked the way it felt on my boobs and nipples.
I had hired Gavin to help me with the yardwork, and he arrived on right on time. We headed to the back yard as my mind raced with lust. He was a real hunk, but at least 15 years my junior. I suppressed the tingling I felt in my nipples from the sight of him. Well, at least I tried. Dang my sensitive nipples!
As Gavin held the ladder, I went up to clip a few dead branches. I soon realized that he was looking up my top at the undersides of my bare boobs. My nipples quickly sprang to full attention, pushing out the thin fabric, and my pussy began to twitch. I decided to let him look at my boobs all he wanted while I finished trimming — no need to embarrass him, and I kind of liked that he was looking at my boobs. And up my shorts. Sometimes I’d reach out to grab a limb, balancing myself by raising the other leg. I was quite sure that Gavin had a great view up to my naked and suddenly hungry pussy.
All the while, my ever-stiffer nipples were brushing against my top, and it made me ever hotter to know how much he could see. I twisted my torso more vigorously than necessary, making my swollen boobies bounce deliciously from side to side. I had to think that a few times, he might have even seen all the way to my stiff nipples. I enjoyed knowing that he was looking, and it really added to the sensations in my nipples and pussy. I’m not sure which of us was enjoying this tease more — him or me!
While cleaning up the fallen branches, I deliberately bent far over as I picked them up, fully aware that I was exposing my upper breasts and my now very hard nipples to his gaze as I did so. Or when facing mostly away from him, that he had an even better view up my top than before, my heavy boobs and stiff nipples wobbling excessively and fully free of my top as I slowly — very slowly – worked on the brush. My nipples were on fire, and I decided I needed more. So I hatched a plan.
“Ow!” I exclaimed, as I picked up one of the heavier limbs, then dropped it. “I think I pulled a back muscle.”
Gavin, who had been very slowly picking up some of the brush, always positioning himself to get a good view of my tits, either up or down my blouse, came rushing over. “Are you alright? Anything I can do?” The bulge in his short caught my eye, although it seemed to fading, since his concern was real. Still, he kept stealing glances at my stiff nipples, now almost fully visible as top clung to my sweaty chest.
“I think I’ll be alright, but let’s call it a day. But let me hold onto your arm so I can get inside. Some Advil will help, I’m sure.” With that I grabbed his arm, making sure that my braless boob rubbed against his big bicep. A glance confirmed that his dick had regained its former turgor pressure.
Inside, the AC really perked up my nipples even more, and while Gavin had a glass of water and stared at my nipples, I quickly downed some cashews and pretended to take some pills. All the while, my nipples were begging to by rubbed by more than my blouse, and Gavin’s dick looked like it could use some attention, too.
“I’m sorry about this Gavin, but I really need a shower, and I’m going to need some help. I can add this to your time, but I’m just too stiff right now to manage on my own.”
“Um … sure,” Gavin managed, his face looking like a deer in the headlights. “Whatever you need.”
In the bathroom, I had him pull down my shorts. “Oh, geez — I guess I forgot to put on my panties today. Sorry. Now, can you help me with this top?” Gavin, who’d been taken in by my bare tush and hairy pussy paused before standing up. “Just — um — maybe pull this sleeve up while I get my arm out.”
I heard him gasp when my left boob came into view, my nipple beyond hard. But he was so young and unsure that all he did was look, wide-eyed, at my swollen boob and anxious nipple. I gave him a minute before prompting, “And this arm too?”
Once both of my arms were free, my top was now resting around my upper chest and both of my hungry tits were out in the open. Again, I allowed him a minute. “Geez, Ms. Henderson, you’re so beautiful,” he almost whispered, his eyes never leaving my big tits and hungry nipples. I kind of felt sorry for the poor young man, but I also felt horny. Really horny.
“Thank you, but the top, Gavin? Can you lift it over my head?” He complied in a moment. “Now — I’m still feeling pretty stiff, so I think I’ll need your help washing my back. Can you — um — are you willing to take your clothes off and help me with that in the shower?”
“Are you sure, Ms. Henderson? I mean, I’ve never … That is, I’m afraid that …” He glanced down at his shorts, and I understood his problem.
“Don’t worry, Gavin, I’ve seen naked men before. And I know what seeing naked breasts and stiff nipples can do to a young man. It’s okay. But I do need your help. If you like, I’ll get in the shower first and — um — let you get undressed.”
“Gosh, thanks!” he said, with real relief. He’d still have to get in the shower, but one step at a time.
In the shower, I turned my back for a few seconds, but looked back in time to seem him gingerly removing his shorts. I had to think that one false move and it might have been all over for him. God, was he hung! My nipples got even stiffer, if that were possible.
He shyly opened the far end of the shower and poked his head in. “You sure about this, Ms. Henderson?” His eyes bounced from one boob to the other boob, briefly to my face, and then down to my doubly wet pussy.
“Don’t worry, Gavin, and I think you can call me Laura at this point.” He stepped fully in, and it was my turn to gawk. His dick must have been 8 inches, and his balls were pulled up tight despite the steam in the bathroom.
I briefly turned away to get myself wet, then turned back to face him. I began to lather up my body in a rather sensuous way, making circles around each of my swollen breasts, tweaking my stiff nipples. When I started pulling on my nipples, Gavin groaned and had a spontaneous orgasm, spurting a geyser of cum that landed on my breasts, spurt after spurt, for maybe 30 seconds.
Red faced, he started to apologize, “Oh, I’m so …” But I quickly shushed him, then raised each boob in turn to lick the sticky goo of my nipples. Not the ending I might have planned — but there was still more yardwork to do tomorrow!
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3. A Lunch Date to Remember
Although I’m proud of my shapely body, I’ve never been willing to show much of myself off, much to Jim’s disappointment. But one day, he said he had a plan that would both keep me well covered but also would give him an amazing thrill. And, he hoped, I’d enjoy it, too. And aside from a leering smirk, that’s all I got out of him. Although I had some misgivings, I knew he would not embarrass me, so we agreed that I would meet him at his office, where he told me he’d have a “special outfit” to give me, and then we would walk over and have lunch at the top of my office building.
I picked up the bag from Jim, went to the lady’s room, and thankfully found the handicapped stall empty, since it was roomy enough for me to change. It also had a small mirror. I removed my regular office clothes, stripping down to my birthday suit, as instructed by the note at the top of the bag Jim had given me. I looked in the mirror and shivered when I saw my big boobs staring back at me, nipples already stiffened in anticipation of — of what I didn’t know, but I expected something risqué. I was not disappointed, and neither were my nipples.
The color of the bra was similar to my nipples, which seemed curious, but what took my breath away was that there were two neatly done holes at the end of the cups where my nipples would poke through. The tag showed that it should fit — 34 DD. I tried it on, getting my now very stiff nipples aligned properly in the holes. My nips now stood at full attention, poking out obscenely through the holes in the delicate fabric. I looked at my profile in the mirror, fascinated at how my nipples poked straight out, almost half an inch beyond the smooth contours of my pulsing boobs, molded as they were by the otherwise normal-looking bra cups. I couldn’t resist giving my nipples a quick tug, sending shivers down to my still naked pussy.
There was a regular-looking blouse for me, but it was roomy enough that it grazed my nipples with each movement, making me shudder. It was also not very opaque. When I looked in the mirror, I understood the choice of the bra’s color. While my midriff and upper chest were clearly a lighter shade than the bra, it was impossible to tell that the holes in the bra were even there — my nipples just seemed to be part of the bra, perky though they were. While my boobs don’t need much support, the unique bra did provide it — or so I thought – along with putting my very stiff nipples out there. Way out there. I felt like I was pulling a fast one on the world — yes, I had a bra on, but at the same time, my now aching nipples were absolutely bare under the blouse. There was an anxious knot in my stomach, but I also felt daringly sexy.
The next item in the bag was a dildo. Jim had left me a long, fat model — bigger than I was used to. Still, since I was already quite wet, I was able to easily slide it into my anxious pussy. There was also a pair of special panties – they were sturdy at the crotch and quite tight around my waist. When I pulled them up, I realized that they were designed to keep the dildo in place. I had a very full, very pleasant feeling in my vagina, and I shuddered again as it rubbed against my clit.
I finished dressing, grabbed the bag with my other clothes, and opened the stall door, walking out slowly toward the sinks, watching my boobs in the mirrors as I stepped into the brighter light, all the while, trying to assess the many sensations flooding my brain. First, there was the dildo. With each step, it slid ever so slightly in and out of my pussy, gently rubbing my clit and sending sensations up to my nipples and brain that nearly made my knees buckle. The feeling made me desperate to pinch my nipples, but I didn’t want to wrinkle the fabric, so I just gave my nips a quick rub through the blouse. Oh, to have had more time with my nipples!
Dropping my hands and striding forward, I realized that the bra, while providing some support, was flimsier than my regular bras, allowing my boobs to wobble more than I was used to. I like going braless at home and love to feel my tits slosh from side to side, but in Jim’s office? This was new and highly erotic. And then, of course, there were the sensations from my stiff nipples, poking through the holes in the bra and grazing against the blouse. But Jim had lived up to his promise — from all outward appearances, I was not showing off anything more than a shadowy glimpse of my bra. But from all inward appearances, my nipples, clit, and vagina were on fire!
I took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door, and started walking down the hall. My throbbing nipples were poking through the fabric of the blouse, kept stiff by the friction as well as my extreme level of excitement. As I walked toward Jim’s office, passing his co-workers along the way, I was acutely aware of the nipple stimulation, but also of the fact that no one but me (and Jim, of course) knew that in addition to having naked nipples under my blouse, I also had a fat dildo stuffed up my vagina, rubbing my clit nearly to distraction. But I vowed to keep going, doing my best to appear as if everything was normal despite the signals flooding my brain from nipples, clit, and that well-stuffed vagina. I felt like everyone had to know my secrets.
My nipples were teased by the fabric with every arm swing, and the light but significant sway of my boobs added to my distraction. The dildo, too, nearly fucked me to orgasm as I walked, my insides clenching around it and massaging it with repeated, unbidden contractions. But the special panties did their job, holding that rubber cock firmly where it needed to be. It seemed that my nipples and vagina were beyond my powers to control. But I had no choice but to keep going, despite being driven ever closer to the edge! I was glad for the skirt or I’d have had a wet spot on my pants. A big wet spot. Red faced and on the threshold of coming, I finally made it to Jim’s office.
Jim walked me outside, where the wind chilled my shirt in seconds. My nipples felt a jolt as the freezing fabric rubbed them as we started out, and briefly, I forgot about the dildo. When I glanced down at my tits, I could see the fabric of my blouse being molded against my swaying tits by the oncoming wind, and the portion of my blouse below my boobs, from what I could feel, was also being plastered against my flat belly. My boobs look pretty big on my small frame anyway, but now, the full, rounded, form of my tits must really have stood out. On top of that, my all-but naked nipples poked out in sharp relief at the end of the otherwise smooth, bra-molded contours of my tits – not-so-little stubs of highly erotic flesh gently bouncing and swaying, and from my view, sticking out prominently through the blouse, dramatic points limned against my view of the sidewalk below. I shivered, partly from the cold, but also because of my blatant nipple display.
But I could not forget the dildo for long. Jim picked up the pace, which first caused my lightly restrained boobs to bounce even more noticeably, sending even more erotic signals from my throbbing nipples all through my body. Worse, though, was that the sensations from the dildo increased. Basically, I was being unrelentingly fucked by the dildo as we walked, and I feared having an orgasm right there on the sidewalk! My pussy was clenching that hard intruder in uncontrollable waves, and my swollen clit was getting massaged with each pass of my legs.
Passersby were clearly drawn to my prominent, bouncing boobs and stiff nipples, but I tried to keep the blankest of expressions on my face, not reacting (at least above the neck!) to their hungry stares. I felt like everyone knew what was happening, that the dildo and my sensitive nipples had me on the edge of an orgasm, even if the tiny shred of rationale thought left to me told me that that was silly.
As we continued down one block after another toward the restaurant, I knew that every man we met was admiring my big boobs and my stiff nipples, and that made me blush. At first, I felt exposed and embarrassed. But before long, I also realized that I liked it! I have a sexy body, great tits, stiff nipples rubbing against the cool cloth of my blouse — and a long, hard secret in my pulsating vagina, and I was now happy about it all. And that realization empowered me.
I decided to take charge and enjoy the moment, throwing my head and shoulders back to further accentuate the swell of my generous boobs, letting anyone who wanted to stare at my pulsing nipples and swaying tits to have a good look. I started to swivel my hips, placing one foot more in front of the other, relishing the increased feel of the dildo fucking me with each step – and owning it. My face settled into a sexy, secretive smirk, still loving my secret sexual stimulation with no one but Jim having a clue that I was being fucked right in front of them! I was almost sad when we finally went inside.
But that sadness changed when we got into the elevator, just the two of us. Jim grabbed me roughly, twisting me around so my back was to him. He pulled me to his body, and as I felt his hard dick against my backside, a shiver run through me knowing that it was me that had made him that hard. Then he pulled my blouse out from my skirt and slid both hands up my front, first cupping my big, bra-encased boobs before moving to my stiff, naked nipples, which he pinched – hard. That did it! I collapsed against him as the long-delayed orgasm swept over me.
But Jim never let up, slowly rubbing his long, hard dick against my tush and never letting me come down from my high, milking my throbbing nipples and keeping me moaning. We rose, non-stop, for 25 floors, with Jim also teasing my nipples non-stop. I didn’t think I could come that many times that fast!
Thankfully, no one was in the elevator lobby when the doors opened. I made a quick exit with my blouse still untucked, my face red and contorted with lust, the dildo now thoroughly coated in my cum, and my nipples harder than hard. I went straight to the lady’s room to remove the dildo and clean up — but I had no choice about changing out of my open-nipple bra since Jim had the bag with my other clothes. So my nipples were still stiff and poking through the holes. And my nipples were still calling for more attention. After a brief debate with myself (a very brief debate), I unbuttoned my blouse, grabbed my nipples, and brought myself to another shuddering nipple orgasm as my mind replayed the last hour of nipple and clit stimulation, all done in public!
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4. Dave Serves Up My Boobs and Stiff Nipples to the Restaurant
It was the first month-aversary of when we met, and I was hoping to entice Dave, an old-school gentleman, to take things to the next level. With that in mind, chose a V-neck dress that showed a lot of cleavage. My boobs are a generous D, and the bra pushed my tits up so much that you could see my exposed breast flesh jiggle when I walked in my heels. The dress was made of a thin, jersey-like material, and when Dave picked me up and hugged me, caressing my ass for the first time, it almost felt like it wasn’t even there. A glance in the hall mirror showed that my nipples popped right through the bra and the dress. That fact made my nipples tingle even more!
The meal was nice, but Dave was acting too proper, having barely taken notice of the generous amount of bosom I was displaying. So, with after dinner drinks coming, I excused myself to go to the lady’s room. I had decided that it was time to add some spice to the evening, so I took off my bra and put it in my purse, my nipples swelling in anticipation. Sure, I lost a little in terms of cleavage, but my boobs are firm enough that I can easily get away without a bra. Stepping out of the stall, I shivered when I looked at the mirror and saw the way my nipples were poking through my thin dress. But of course, that only made my nips stand out even more.
As I walked back out to our table, I was acutely aware of how my big boobs were wobbling around inside the dress, keeping my nipples more than stiff. I watched Dave’s eyes as I approached our table, and they were clearly locked on my stiff nipples and my softly swaying, obviously braless boobs. Aside from Dave’s hungry stare, I felt the eyes of at least a few other patrons watching how my breasts were wobbling about with each step I took. With that, I put a little more bounce in my step — and in my boobs. I found it very exciting to be showing off my tits and perky nipples like this — it was something I had never dared try before. But I resolved then and there to show off more of my boobs and nipples in the future! I was actually getting wet from the thrill of it.
As we waited for the drinks, we talked and held hands, but after a few minutes, he released my hand and started to rub his hand slowly and sensually up my forearm, sometimes just using his fingertips. It shouldn’t have felt sexy, but I felt goosebumps popping up — along with my stiffening nipples.
I noticed with anticipation that his hand was working slowly, slowly up my arm, and the tension was building. When he reached my elbow, with his warm hand wrapped full around my arm, his fingers “accidentally” made contact with my big, braless boob! My prayer may have been answered, but I worried briefly that he would apologize and back away. But instead, with no reaction coming from me, he transitioned from rubbing my arm to abandoning it altogether. Instead, he was rubbing the underside of my left bosom with the back of his hand.
Then he shifted his position in the booth, moving a bit closer to me, and that’s when he turned his hand over to rub the underside of my ample boob with the palm of his big, strong hand. I feigned ignorance of this escalation, although there was an incredible thrill to having him rub my braless tit with so many other diners and wait staff all around. Soon, though, he moved on to a full-on boob feel, my stiff nipple rubbing into his palm. It was somehow more sensual than as if we were home and my boob was naked. He was pressing his hand into my soft bosom with more urgency, hefting my tit and pressing into its softness, and now boldly tweaking my taut nipple with his fingers. He never even stopped rubbing my tit when the drinks came!
He snuggled in even closer, our hips now in contact, and when he turned toward me a little more, I realized that he now had access to both boobs. We continued talking about our jobs or something, I don’t really remember, but all the while he was playing with first my left boob and then my right tit. Plus, he was now caressing my nipples unrelentingly, and my nips responded dramatically to his touch. Soon, my breathing was getting ragged.
With his hand still tweaking my perky left nipple, he ordered another round or drinks. When the waiter left, I realized that in addition to cupping my boob and playing with my nipple, he’d snuck a finger under the edge of the fabric in the V of my dress and was now also slowly pulling the fabric of my dress away from my left breast, baring more and more of my swelling bosom to his view — as well as to a few of the guys at the nearby bar. And all the while, he kept up a patter of conversation, perhaps in the hopes that I wouldn’t know what he was doing. My nipples were crying out for him to tweak them harder, but I played along, giving no indication that I knew how much of my tender boob he was now exposing. The slow tit reveal continued, and I continued to get wetter.
It was an excruciatingly slow tease, but I wanted him to think I didn’t know — and I certainly did not want him to stop! I was loving the tease. Finally, he looked around for the waiter and I risked a glance down at my boob. He’d nearly made it! The edge of my broad areola was in plain view, with my throbbing nipple just millimeters from popping out. Dave, of course, kept on caressing my breast in a circular motion, gradually uncovering more and more of my tit, keeping my nipples incredibly stiff. I kept up my pretense of ignorance, hoping he’d continue to think I was not onto his game.
Finally (thank god!), he took the big plunge and completely uncovered my throbbing nipple. I swear I could feel the dress pressing my turgid nipple down into my areola; then ever so slowly, I felt the caress of the fabric work up the side of that nubbin until, finally, my nipple popped free and into the open! Feeling the fabric rub over the sensitive end of my nipples was incredibly erotic! And or course, Dave and the guys could all see my naked, pulsating nipple, and that thought alone was a huge turn-on. It took all my will power not to jump as the bolt of electricity jumped from my nipple to my clit.
My naked nipple betrayed my excitement, and he even risked a quick glance at my perky nubbin. He took a moment to adjust his cock, which also betrayed his level of excitement. But now he had a quandary: did he touch my now naked nipple with his fingers, revealing to me that my nip was no longer covered? He shied away from the possible consequence, but chose instead to continue rubbing my boob while slowly sliding the material of my dress away from my left bosom until my tit was completely exposed. I guess he figured my naked boob was not as sensitive to the touch as my nipple, but I was dying for him to tweak my nipple again. Still, it was an unexpectedly amazing thrill to have my tit fully uncovered, stiff nipple open to any stare, in the middle of the restaurant.
Just then, the waiter appeared and started to ask if we wanted another drink. But when he saw my fully naked boob and my throbbing nipple pointing at him, he lost his train of thought and just stared at my tit. I pretended to sip at the end of my second drink while Dave asked him three times for another round. It was so hot having this stranger look at my bare boob while I pretended that nothing was at all unusual. My nipples got even stiffer, and I had to cross my legs and rock my top leg to rub my now very wet pussy.
Dave turned to me and started talking about drivel again, and while his eyes met mine some of the time, the draw of my pulsating nipple was too much, and I found him glancing down at my perky nip every five seconds or so. I kept rocking my leg and thinking about how much I was enjoying having my entire boob and stiff nipple on display, driving poor Dave crazy.
Dave just kept talking and glancing at my naked nipple for maybe 10 minutes, but then the temptation was just too much. I guess he figured I really did know that my entire boob was out in the open, and if I didn’t, well, his next move was at least worth a try. He slowly moved his hand back to my now naked boob, cupping my generous tit while gently moving north toward my waiting nipple. Then he made his move, gently flicking my turgid nipple with his forefinger before then pinching my nip with his thumb as well. Even though I had steeled myself for that to happen, that first nipple pinch went straight to my pussy, as well as to my other nipple, and as I felt a contraction course through me, I involuntarily drew in my breath. Which just resulted in a stronger pull on my nipple as my boob tried to move up and away from his fingers.
So, the jig was up — he knew that I knew that he had bared my bosom, and even playing with my perky, naked nipple did not generate a rebuke from me. After gently twisting and tweaking my nipple for several minutes, causing me to squirm in my seat, he pulled his hand away, leaving my now even stiffer nipple open to view. And now, he hardly made a pretense of looking into my eyes, spending nearly all of his time admiring his handiwork. My big boobs felt extra full, and my nipples were on fire!
With the die cast, he waited a few minutes before sliding his hand across my belly and up to my right breast, which had felt ignored for too long. First, he cupped and lifted my boob before very blatantly playing with my right nipple through the dress. Shortly, though, he moved on to his main objective, as I felt some of his fingers slip into the V of my dress again, gradually pushing the fabric to the side while he continued to massage my big, soft, sensitive bosom.
When the edge of my dress was pressing against the side of my nipple, with half of my areola exposed, he pulled the fabric tight as he drew it further to the side, pushing my throbbing nipple into the other half of my areola, smiling broadly when he saw the stiff nubbin pop out into the open. As before, that special nipple stimulation brought a quiver to my pussy, and I inhaled sharply. Dave must have liked that, since he actually re-covered my nipple just so he could repeat the process! I so wanted to pull his lips down to my nipple, or at least to play with my nips myself and get off with a nipple orgasm — but this was such exquisite torture/pleasure!
In just another minute, had had fully exposed my right breast. So, there I was, sitting at the restaurant table, Dave and the guys at the bar admiring my swollen boobs and very stiff nipples. I’d never have considered showing off my boobs like this before, but I had a feeling this would not be the last time!
Another round of drinks arrived about then, and I’m sure Dave figured that I’d cover myself — but I was on too much of a high, and just let the waiter look at my big bosoms, framed and pushed in a bit as they were by the edges of my dress. In fact, I then put my hands in my lap and straightened my arms in a “stretch,” pushing my boobs together to create a mile of cleavage while also pushing out my prominent, clearly aroused nipples even further. The poor waiter spilled one of the drinks, but made sure that he placed my drink very slowly and carefully in front of me. Then he hurried off to replace the drink he’d spilled, which, again, he took great care in placing it in front of Dave.
Perhaps it was all the drinks, and for sure my willingness to be displayed, but after Dave had admired my cleavage and my pulsating nipples for a bit, he moved back in to play with my nipples, rubbing my nips around in circles, each in turn, before using his thumb and middle finger to gently squeeze my nipple while he rubbed the fingernail of his index finger over the end of my sensitive nipple. I was nearly at the point of having a nipple orgasm right there in the booth!
From then on, the wait staff were very solicitous, actually bringing us a round on the house, and hovering while we tasted our drinks to see if they were to our liking, making sure that old glasses were cleared, and so on. Through it all, I was getting more and more lightheaded from both the booze and the thrill of showing off my naked boobs to these strangers. Even though there was no chance of my nipples relaxing, Dave made sure that my nips were well stimulated and stiff the whole time, since I’m sure he’d figured out how much of a turn on for me this was.
Finally, we got the bill, and the waiter waited attentively while Dave took his time double checking all of the figures, giving the waiter ample time to study my nipples and boobs. Even without Dave playing with my nipples, those little nubbins stayed almost painfully stiff.
When the waiter took our card, I finally looked down at my glorious boobs, wishing we were home already so Dave could be sucking on my nipples. Smiling at Dave, I asked if maybe I should cover up. Dave pondered my nipples and eventually agreed — but said I could wait until the card came back. With that, he reached over and began caressing my nipples with both hands. Once again, he nearly brought me to a nipple orgasm.
All too soon, the waiter returned for a signature. Dave reluctantly let go of my hard, hard nipples to sign, again giving the waiter plenty of time to take in the view of my bosoms one more time. Standing, I adjusted my dress, but only just enough to cover my nipples (I left my areolas partly out!); I managed to tweak both nipples in the process, which only made me hungry for more. Walking out, the guys at the bar murmured a thank you to me. I smiled back and whispered, “You’re welcome.”
Needless to say, my relationship with Dave and I moved on to the next level that night!
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