[28F] I’m “that girl with big boobs” and my neighbor’s kid paid me so he could play with my boobs [FM]

This was during a COVID summer. I traveled back to my childhood home and stayed with my parents. As I’m sure everyone recognized from the time, sharing a small city apartment in the middle of COVID, while you and all your roommates are trying to figure out the do’s and dont’s of being a good roommate during quarantine, was tricky. Not to mention all the competing Zooms going on. And if the choice wasn’t already obvious, my parents have a pool back home. So to me, it was a no-brainer. I would leave the sweaty, moist, smelly, COVID laden city in favor of my childhood sprawling suburban home. Free laundry, free food, and most relevant for this story – a pool.

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.

Anyway, my childhood home’s pool is fenced in, but it’s just a standard mid-body height with thin black bars. It doesn’t really inhibit anyone from looking in. People going for a walk outside can peer in, drivers on that road can peer in if they’re driving slowly enough, and neighbors can peer in with the right amount of effort.

I was tanning outside with my mother when one of our neighbors were walking by on a casual stroll. It was a neighborhood mom friend and her oldest son. He was 19, but you would never tell from his demeanor. He’s an awkward kid, never looks a girl in the eye, and seemingly only talks about school. They were a very sheltered and very religious family, from what I knew. My mom waved and yelled out to them. She said they should come over to use the pool as well. That I was back in town for the summer and her eldest could come keep me company. She accepted in a generous, warm, gracious kind of way. One of those in-passing yes’s that you’ll say, but then never actually schedule and follow up on because you just said it to be polite. But then later that day, the son did come by the pool…

Thin, lanky, pale, and awkward. He laid down next to me on the other lounge chair looking out towards the pool. My mother was back inside at this point and so it was just me and the neighbor’s son outside by the pool. It was an awkward tense quiet. He apologized and said he had never seen a girl in such a low cut bathing suit before. **I tried to pierce the awkwardness. I joked it wasn’t that low cut. It was just because I had big boobs…**

Maybe it was the wound-up tension of being away from my then boyfriend, but I asked him bluntly, “Would you want to maybe see them?” Though, I told him that he could only see them if we were both in the pool. The pool area wasn’t really enclosed and I didn’t want my parents to mistakenly come out and see their daughter flashing the neighbor’s son. He pulled out a wad of cash and laid it on the table between us. I never asked for money, I never presumed money would have been exchanged, and yet somehow he thought giving me money would make this a fair-trade. But he clearly gestured the money for me in putting it on the table and seemingly sliding it over. I knew he was awkward, but this was totally out of left field. But, I didn’t question it. Looking back, the part that turns me on the most from this experience is how he wanted to pay for the privilege to use me and to use my body. It felt empowering to be wanted that much.

We went into the pool and after a careful look around, I pulled down my leopard print bikini top. He was sitting on the steps leading into the pool while I was kinda wading in the shallow end of the pool nearby him. He would keep lifting and dropping my breasts in his hands. Feeling their weight and buoyancy in the water. He started playing with my nipples and I told him to be gentler. That I was sensitive. When I was assured that the coast was clear, I told him he could suck on my nipples a bit if he wanted. He quickly obliged and was slobbering and sucking for dear life. Seemingly trying to shove as much breast mass into his mouth as humanly possible. After a short while, I told him that was enough. Disappointed, he backed off. I gave him a light squeeze over his swim trunks to feel his hardened dick. A trophy for my job well done. And I placed a light kiss on his cheek as I stepped out of the pool.

I wrapped myself in a towel, I grabbed my money, and the neighbor’s son and I never talked about that time again. **I’d like to think he still thinks about that memory and jerks off to the memory of the biggest boobs he will probably ever play with.**

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yg2vlq/28f_im_that_girl_with_big_boobs_and_my_neighbors