"You're a very special girl, Lana." Eric was staring intently into my eyes. "I'm very curious to hear about your background, and how you came to be the way you are."
"Thank you, Eric. You're pretty special too! I'll be happy to tell you a little of my history. But please promise to tell me if you've heard enough, or if you're bored."
"Not very likely," Eric said laughing, "but I promise."
"Ok. Where to begin? The first time I was aware of myself as a girl, I mean as a sexual person, was when I reached puberty. No surprise there I guess!"
"No," Eric said, "it's hard to miss the changes in your own body. Not to mention the changes in your feelings!"
"That's true. I remember that my interests began to change before my body. My girlfriends and I discussed it, and watched with fascination their older sisters' maturing bodies. We wondered how we would grow up. You can imagine my excitement when I convinced myself my breasts really were beginning to develop! I'm not sure exactly when imagination turned into reality, but there was a day when it was undeniable that there were the thinnest swellings on my chest. I thought, 'Now I'm really on my way to becoming a woman!' I begged my mother for a training bra -- I hardly needed one! -- and she relented. I felt so grown up! I began inspecting my breasts every day, observing my profile especially, to see if I could see any change. (Of course I couldn't!) In retrospect, I was probably the only one who could see that I had tits! I could also feel that I had them, and spent hours caressing them in front of my mirror, or in bed. It felt like there was something there, even if it didn't much look like it!
"By the time I reached junior high, there was no doubt that I had tits! I was very proud of my 35" bust. I remember noticing one day in eighth grade that were no longer the perfect cones they had been. They were flatter now on top, but rounded and full on the bottom. I thought they looked very mature, and, well, sexy. My areolas had grown to about an inch across and formed little pink plateaus about a quarter of an inch high. They pointed slightly upward when I sat erect.
"My tits were a lot more fun to play with now, too! I could squeeze them and push them up into mounds. My nipples were very sensitive, and I longed to suck them, but of course I couldn't. When I lay on my back, my breasts flattened out into a pair of pancakes. It felt good to simply rest my hands on them and jiggle them on my chest. I also liked to get on my hands and knees. In this position my breasts hung as perfect cones, reaching down about the width of my hand, with my pointy nipples right at the apex. I liked to lean down so that my nipples rubbed on the sheets. This was (and is!) very exciting for me, and I later learned to cum this way!
"My Mom had no problem with me wearing a bra now! I, on the other hand, had discovered the pleasures of bralessness! One reason was comfort. We lived in Florida then, and I went to an un-air-conditioned school. Even in the spring it could get extremely hot! Fortunately, our school was very liberal about dress, so we could wear shorts, halter tops, and stuff like that.
"I remember the first time I went braless. Everyday after school we would hang around the ice cream place across the street. We would spend an hour or so relaxing and flirting. This one day I noticed my friend Tina; she was very pretty, but had more than the usual number of boys around her today. She was joking and flirting with them. I joined in the conversation, and was having a good time too. I remember, that I suddenly noticed that her nipples were poking through her T shirt. 'Isn't she wearing a bra?' I thought with some shock. When this possibility occurred to me, I watched a little closer, and I saw that tell-tale jiggle that meant she was unconstrained! She looked so happy and free! And she was obviously getting a lot of attention from the boys. I thought to myself, 'Shit! If she can do it, why can't I?'
"I decided that the next day would be my day! I wore cut-off jeans and a tank-top. I still remember it: beige and tight-fitting. Narrow straps left my shoulders bare; the neckline cut deep in front and back. I put on a modest white bra to allay Mom's misgivings about my clothes. I could hardly concentrate in school that day. I was so excited about my upcoming adventure!
"During the last period I went to the girls' room. I was on the verge of chickening out, and remember thinking 'Now's the time! Do or die!' So I pulled off my top, unfastened my bra, and put it in my purse. I pulled the top back on and looked in the mirror. With sudden panic, I thought, 'Oh no! It's too obvious!' Through the thin, stretchy fabric, the absence of bra was obvious. Then there was the problem of my nipples; my excitement had caused them to stand out, and they poked noticeably through the fabric. Then I noticed something I hadn't expected: the darker color of my areolas was visible through the light material. 'Oh fuck,' I muttered, 'they're going to arrest me.' I stood there, torn, scared to go out, but not willing to give up so easy. And I knew I couldn't spend much longer in the girls' room. Then my decision was made for me. Tina came in, and noticing my nipples, said, 'Hey Lana! Glad to see you've joined the ranks of the free women!' I said, 'Sure! Why not?' and knew now that I was committed. With a wave I left the restroom.
"Reentering the classroom was traumatic. I was sure everyone knew what I had done, and that they were inspecting my breasts minutely. I crossed my arms on my chest and returned awkwardly to my seat. When it became clear that everyone was paying attention to the class, or their own things, I became more comfortable, and uncrossed my arms. Before class was over I'd even forgotten my self-consciousness, and my nipples had relaxed. I was only aware of the coolness of the breeze and a feeling of delightful freedom.
"Class ended. I gathered up my books and clutched them to my chest, and went out with my friends. We crossed the street to the ice cream shop, and Tina greeted me as a comrade-in-arms (bosom buddy?). 'Hi Lana!' she said winking. 'Why don't you leave your books here?' I swallowed and thought 'This is it!' and put my books down on a table. I could feel the breeze and the warm sun on my breasts. I felt suddenly naked. A wave of panic washed through me, but I knew I had passed the point of no return. With a thrill I felt my nipples press against the fabric, and peaking down I saw them poking distinctly out and up.
"Tina and I got soft drinks and began to flirt with the guys. Under the circumstances it wasn't hard! They didn't even pretend not to be looking at my breasts! For my part, I didn't try to hide them. I stood there frankly, and perhaps naively. My nipples were hard, and I knew the roses around them were clearly visible. I didn't do anything intentionally provocative, but I was aware of the jiggle of my breasts when I laughed or shifted my position. I don't think there was a guy there that didn't have a swelling in his pants. Even Tina and the other girls seemed to be turned on. I was flying in the stratosphere. I wasn't thinking of what I was doing. All I was aware of was feeling naked, free and glorious in the sun, and of being the hungry object of a dozen eyes! It was the most exciting experience I had ever had!
"I was still on a cloud when I got home, but had to sneak into the back yard. I hid behind our tool shed, and put my bra back on. I'm sure Mom must have wondered why I was in such a state of excitement. After that it became something of a regular thing. I was so anxious for the excitement of it, that I went to the girls' room earlier and earlier each day. I was also beginning to enjoy the boys' stares during school. And, I was also aware that some of the male teachers were paying more attention to me! So it wasn't long before the first thing I did when I got to school was take off my bra. Later, so that I wouldn't miss the opportunity of "bouncing" to school, I would take it off before leaving my yard, or even take it off in the house if I thought I could sneak out without being noticed!
"I wore a variety of tops, some pretty daring in retrospect! In addition, to tanks, halters and tubes, I wore some very thin shirts. I know there was discussion among the teachers about me, but the school had an 'anything but bathing suits is OK' policy. I suppose they just thought I was a slut! That didn't bother me. If truth be told, being a little slutty was a big turn-on!
"Well, that was the big adventure of spring in the eighth grade! I guess it sounds kind of silly, making such a big deal out of going braless!"
"Not at all," Eric said. "I remember the first time I wore bikini swim trunks. They were thin, stretch nylon and held me pretty loosely. I was sure that every single man and woman around the pool was staring! Of course I got a real hard-on, which was the last thing I wanted! It stuck out almost straight, and with all those people supposedly watching, I couldn't try to push it down. So I clasped my hands in front and walked awkwardly to a lounge chair. I threw myself face down on it! At the time I wondered why I'd done such a foolish thing!"
Eric and I laughed together. "Well, I guess you do know then," I said. "One difference though, is that although I was somewhat embarrassed, I was also really turned on."
"That came later," Eric said. "I saw this bombshell in a string bikini, and she made me think 'What am I scared of?' She dove into the pool, and I did the same. We got to talking and hit it off. I think she saw me as a kindred spirit. Later when we got out of the pool, we stood talking. She was damn near naked, and it was all I could do to keep from grabbing her. Her top was a pair of triangles four inches on a side. They covered her nipples, but little else; she was very well stacked, and had a beautiful tan. Diving had shifted her top, and a hint of rich, dark brown skin had become exposed. Another little triangle covered her cunt. I figured she must shave it, because no hair was visible. I suppose there was another triangle like that in the back, but it had got pulled into the crack between her full, tanned buttocks. My dick was sticking straight out, but by then I didn't care at all. I know that people really were watching then, if only because of who I was talking to. I was so excited, I thought I might shoot my wad right there. I imagined it squirting through my trunks and onto her soft tummy. I didn't care what people would think! The thought excited me further, and I involuntarily pumped my cock. She watched it with some admiration, and we were both getting so turned on, that in a couple minutes I think we would have screwed right there! So I do know how you felt!"
"Eric! Tell me more! What happened?"
"Well, we both knew we were at our limits. I managed to squeeze out 'Come with me.' We walked back toward my apartment, talking a little, but looking a lot. Half way there we passed through a green with bushes. No one was near, and we couldn't wait any longer anyway. We stood behind a tall shrub, and I pulled her top up to expose her tits. God they were beautiful! Tanned all over. (I knew when I first saw her that she must sun in the nude!) I attacked them, and she just stood there taking it. Next she started thrusting her hips against my hard cock. I was about at my limit, so I pushed down on her shoulders, and we sank to the ground. I pulled her bikini bottom to the side, and stared in ecstasy at her bare, tanned lips. She had released my tool from its fetters, and I rammed it in with all my force! She screamed, but then bit her hand. I came almost immediately, but stayed hard, and continued to thrust. After a few minutes she began to come too, and the sight of her body trembling with pleasure allowed me to have another, lesser orgasm."
"That's great Eric! I wish I'd been her! Did you have a relationship after that?"
"Once we had satisfied our appetites, we finally talked. She was married, and was visiting a friend. Her husband was along, and this was their last day anyway. So that was the only time we fucked, and in fact I never saw her again. We were both very sad, but there was nothing to be done. I've often thought about her -- and her husband, that lucky bastard!"
"That's a shame," I said. "I sure would like to see you in that suit. I like men in bikinis!"
"I've still got it!" Eric said cheerfully. "I'll be happy to model it for you when we get back!"
"Great!" I said. "Maybe we could even replay your encounter, but let it continue this time. Would you enjoy that?"
"You bet!" he answered enthusiastically. "I've often fantasized about the possibilities. It would be much better to actually act it out though!"
"Well, then, we'll make a date to do that! It will be great fun!"
Last revised April 25, 2002