I’ve always been a boob guy, but one who — not that anyone cares — never had much luck with any of bustier women I’ve had a chance with. There have been near misses over the years, but I’ve almost never experienced “more than a handful”, as my gfs and hook-ups have been on the trim, petite side of things…
The one *very* memorable exception happened when I was 22 and at a Phish show in Tennessee. Lol. It was early fall and my friends and I were stoned and drunk and goofing around and vibing, like you do. We looked every bit the part with our shaggy hair, flip flops, and Dead paraphernalia, etc.
The couple immediately to my right in the crowd was less obviously part of the scene. Maybe they were fans of the opener, idk. They were both wearing jean jackets and cut off shorts and had a good bit of visible tattoo work. They were also older than us, I’d guess both early/mid 30s. The woman was dirty blond, while the guy looked like an ex-rocker with long brown hair and a mustache. Being the 22 year old horndog that I was, it didn’t take me long to notice the woman’s deep cleavage, which was later revealed more fully when she took off her jacket. She was wearing a dark green tank top that was intended to show some skin, and it was clear that she was working with — well, let’s just say, a lot —“More like soccer balls than grapefruits”, was the way my dopey 22 year old self thought.
I did my best to be a good neighbor. The woman and I accidentally brushed arms a few times while swaying in the crowd and I occasionally caught a glimpse of bouncing titty. I shared a hit from my bowl with them as the concert went on and they shared some of their red wine in return.
The pinnacle of the night came when I bumped into the woman alone while waiting in line for a portapotty. Again, lol. We smiled at each other and made small talk; I learned her name was Michele. When a toilet finally opened up, she winked at me and said “Why don’t you follow me in for a minute?” We packed in close together — and Michele stripped off her shirt and bra and handed them to me, then said, go ahead, take a look. They were truly huge, far bigger than any breasts I’ve seen irl before or since, maybe a H or I cup (or bigger?). She held them up for me and nodded that I could cop a feel: she had large pink nipples that were puckered up at the time I saw them, very pale skin with blue veins and stretch marks. They overflowed in my hands and when I dropped them covered most of her torso. (Michele also had a long green snake tattoo running across her torso, which she said represented boyfriend’s cock. That turned me on even more…)
We ended up briefly going into the woods after the portapotty, where some mild friskiness ensued. I dropped my pants to show her my junk (which was absolutely rock hard); she told me I wasn’t as big as her bf, but still had a good dick and gave it a few playful tugs. Then she told me to give each of her titties a kiss for good luck and shook them in my face. I went more than a kiss and sucked each nipple for about 10 seconds. She laughed and told me that was enough, then she sent me off with another wink and a warning to be cool once we are back in the crowd. And that was it, my one encounter with massive boobs. I’m still grateful to Michele for giving me that one experience.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xunre8/my_first_and_only_encounter_with_big_tits_mf