[28F] I’m “that girl with big boobs” and I let my ex boyfriend titfuck me in the shower after a game of Truth or Dare and a teasing bikini swap [FM]

As a little bit of context on me – I get pigeon holed into “**that girl with big boobs**,” and I totally embrace it! At some instinctual level, I love the attention they demand in a crowd, the inevitable stares, and the idea that someone is going home and masturbating to the memory of my body. I like when my partner plays with them, uses them, obsesses over them, and objectifies me for them. It’s just kinda become the embodiment of me. It’s the elephant in the room, it’s the constant distraction that demands your attention, and for better or worse, it’s become a very defining characteristic of my personality.

This story dates back to a college ex long ago. Let’s call him Tim. Tim was coming to visit me at at my parents’ house and this was his inaugural “coming out” to all my local childhood friends. We had a BBQ and pool day planned and since mostly everyone was back home during this spring break vacation, he got to do the rounds with the girls.

It was a sweltering hot day. The only relief from the punishing heat was descending under the water. Tim was doing great, parrying the verbal assault from my probing friends while countering with the occasional self-deprecating comment to defray the nervous tension by making himself the butt of the joke. I was busy darting in and out of the kitchen to grab them all more drinks and snacks while tending to the seemingly always melted ice. But every now and then, I would hear my friends erupt into laughter at one of Tim’s jokes.

After our casual pleasantries and greetings, we all went into the water. One of my friends announced we were going to do piggy back rides to the deep end and back. I strapped myself onto Tim’s back like a jetpack and off we raced against the other two duos. Tim dragged us into first with the winning lap and I clung onto his back. A thinly veiled excuse for me to tease him by squishing my breasts against his back. My chest rested against his shoulder blades. A whiff of fabric separating me and him. His hands gripped against my thighs hoisting me up. My bikini was so thin I distinctly knew he could feel my nipples rubbing across his back.

Dinner time rolled around and as I stood there serving each of them a hot dog individually, it was clear Tim was admiring me in my thin, mostly-transparent swimsuit. No longer distorted under the water, drying out in the sun, and everything out on full display for him, when Tim walked up to the BBQ to receive his hot dog, openly gawking at me, I glanced down the shape of his shorts and proudly observed, “**I take it you like my bikini**.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a quick crotch grab.

After a few more hours, with the sun starting to set and our skin starting to crinkle, the six of us decided to move the proceedings inside. Everyone lounged around the basement living room area. My boyfriend clearly doing his best not to stare at the towels the girls and I half-heartedly tied above breast level, slipping low enough to expose enough acreage of glistening wet cleavage.

We were debating what to do next. One friend says Monopoly. Another proposes beer pong. But based on the collective group’s ohhs and ahhs, the plan with the resounding support of the group was good ol’ Truth or Dare. Adventurous, yet nostalgic. Probing, yet disguised under the guise of a game. Somehow, the girls thought this would be the ideal vehicle to keep prying Tim open.

The game started off innocent enough. The as-expected questions to Tim about what he liked about me, what he first noticed about me, and which friend he liked the most out of the group. But as every Truth or Dare game goes, things escalate.

“**You and I have similar bra sizes, so let’s switch bikini tops. In front of Tim**.” The group roars.

I quip back we certainly do not have similar bra sizes, knowing full well that she knew our sizes were completely incomparable. She was probably around a DD cup size. And that’s big. Just not big by my standards.

Equally intoxicated and brazen, without shame I untied and dropped my towel. The truth was self-evident. “Really? Similar sizes?” The group roars again. Tim awkwardly shuffling back into the sofa. My friend matching my energy and also unraveling her towel.

Another friend jeers and gawks, “Undress each other! Tim will like that better!”

Tim buries himself in his hands. Uncomfortable and unexpected, but the grin on his face told me he wouldn’t have changed a thing. **He watched in stunned silence as my friend pulled loose the tie on my white bikini and let my top drop forward, exposing his favorite assets to the group**. Tim was staring, lusting even, as he saw my friend take off my top. They were close enough to reach out and play with, but he wouldn’t that in front of all my friends.

Then my friend turned her back to me, encouraging me to unsnap her polka dotted bikini top. It slipped away, letting the sides of her breasts spill into view. She shyly faced away from Tim as she additionally draped her arm across her chest to cover up. A red flush of excitement shaded Tim’s skin. The tent in his pants building.

A friend shouts, “I think he likes what he sees!”

I remark in agreement as I attempt to maneuver and smoosh my breasts into the smaller top. My chest spilling out of every side of this fragile piece of cloth. Side boob. Underboob. Cleavage. You name it, I had it.

After enough careful tugs and pulls to get it to at least sufficiently cover my nipples, I jokingly gave it a mild jump-test to test the bounds of this dainty bikini. And to nobody’s surprise, my boobs broke out of their captive entrapment. Nipples hardened and crying out for attention. Between the nervousness and the cold, my shivers had a latent jiggling effect for everyone to see.

I wrap myself back into my towel. I don’t even attempt to try and maneuver the bikini back on properly. **”So…” I whisper out awkwardly. “I’m gonna take a shower.”** My eyes visibly locked onto Tim and the obvious erection standing up beneath his swim trunks. And without any actual cue back, I vanished into the basement bathroom and started running the hot water.

As if coordinated and I imagine it required a bit of an awkward shuffle on his part to escape the group, Tim joined me in the shower. I imagine some creatively crafted excuse to “check up on me” after the escapade.

We kissed in the shower. The thick head of his tip touching my bare stomach. I let out an audible moan as he pushed into me. I pushed as much into him to feel him against me as he pushed into me to feel my breasts mashed against him. My fingers dropped lazily to his shaft, gently tugging him up and down against my stomach as we kissed. The hot water cascading down over us.

**I dropped to my knees in front of him.** I was kissing along his thighs. Letting his dick bump up and graze against my face as I leisurely moseyed along. My teasing must have gone on for too long because Tim grabbed me by the hair with a quick handful and pulled my face up directly inline with his dick. I didn’t mind the boldness.

I bobbed up and down on him. I could taste the pool’s chlorine on him. His balls were scrunched up and tight from the cold. I let him rub the length of his shaft all over my face as I gave him the encouraging lick against his balls to egg him on to keep going. His hands occasionally darting down to clench my breasts tightly.

“**Can I fuck your tits?**” he whispers. I nod without saying a word. Squeezing my cleavage together to invite him inside.

You would think the water would make this easier, but it apparently has the opposite effect of lubrication. After a few failed attempts and awkward brainstorming, we turned off the water and grabbed a bottle of body wash.

“Would you do the honors?” I thrusted out my chest for emphasis, letting him squeeze the body wash and rub it in until we had enough lubricating suds. A wave of relief washed over him. His smile was adorable. My hands pressed up against the sides of my breasts squeezed together, creating an awe-inspiring monument to cleavage.

**Groaning, he pushed his hips forward and slid his impossibly hard dick between my impossibly soft breasts.** I looked up at him and made sure the smile on my face never stopped as he kept thrusting harder and harder into my tits. His eyes glued to the hypnotic bouncing undulating against him. **I knew my breasts could bring guys joy, but it was never as self-evident as when they were wrapped around a man.**

He remarks to me how hot it was seeing me wear my friend’s bikini. That he loved seeing me bounce out of her top. That he has been wanting to grab and grope me all day. **That my oversized tits were made for this.**

And then he cum. His load shooting against the bottom of my chin and dribbling down my neck back between my breasts. I wrapped my lips around his softening cock, letting it pulse out his last drops into my mouth.

And then we got back into the shower where he helped me clean up his cum :))

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