Public Breast Fetish

A true story about an early girlfriend who was, and probably still is, fascinated with breasts. This is almost exactly how it happened, only slightly exaggerated.

In my first year of grad school we met at a dance which was put on by one of the fraternities. We were dancing in a crowded, semi-dark room, all slow dances. At first we were just dancing like any other couples, but as the evening wore on she pressed herself closer and closer to me, rubbing her body very slightly against mine. Of course I got a very pleasant erection which she helped a little with her body rubbing but not with her hand.

After many minutes and several dances she excused herself, saying she had to use the ladies' room. When she returned a few minutes later she told me that she “had to take off my bra”. She shook her shoulders slightly, allowing her breasts to swing side to side beneath her blouse. Her nipples were already stiff, brushing against the fabric.

“I did a little self -stimulation while I was away,” she smiled. “Do you like it?” I did.

We started another slow dance, almost standing in place, swaying. From time to time she moved her left hand between us, up to her chest, stimulating her left breast.

“You like me doing this?” she asked. “I love to stimulate my breasts. I call them tits, not breasts. I like to jerk off my tits and stimulate my nipples. In different ways. I wish I could do that now.”

She moved her left hand across her body and unbuttoned the top two or three buttons of her blouse. Her pelvis was pressing into my right thigh.

She arched her back slightly, bringing her breasts upward. “Suck my tit,” she breathed. “Suck it right here in front of all these people. Suck it hard, and lick the nipple. Nip it with your teeth. Nip my nipple. If you do that, I'll cum right here. I want to cum now. I need to cum. I need to masturbate. Please – please help me cum.”

Next she moved the top of her blouse aside and delivered her left tit against my chest. She was so close to me that we were almost one person. She pressed her pelvis harder against my thigh. I flexed my right hip slightly, bringing my thigh forward between her two thighs.

She moved her fingers rapidly against her breast, gripping and tugging rapidly on her nipple, whispering repeatedly in my ear, “Oh shit – oh shit – my tit is bare. I'm pulling my nipple. Jerking my nipple. In public. I want to jerk off both tits while people watch. Masturbate my tits while people watch. Please suck me. Suck my tit. Suck both tits. Please suck them both right now. Fuck fuck fuck -I'm masturbating – masturbating – jerking my tit off so people can see - right here, right now. You know my clit is pressed right into your thigh don't you? I want to ride your thigh but I can't because this is a public place. But I'm jerking off my bare tit in front of everybody and I'm fucking wet and my clit is so swollen - I really need to have my tits sucked and I need to stroke my clit, masturbate my clit and both tits. Suck my tits in public and drain me dry. My clit is gonna blow up. I want to cum in front of all these people. I'm gonna cum. I can't help it. I can't possibly stop now.”

“Oh god I'm going to cum – I'm gonna cum – aaahh fuuuck I'm cumming in public,” she breathed. She didn't need to put her hand between her legs. She buried her face against my shoulder. Her pelvis arched forward, almost riding my thigh, and at that moment she convulsed from the waist down – once, twice, three times. At that moment we were only one person, one body, seemingly with nothing between us.

She leaned back, looked up and smiled at me. Her blouse lay open, exposing her bare left tit. She moved the right side of her blouse aside, exposing her right tit too. She kept her pelvis pressed against my thigh, shamelessly riding it.“Oh, thank you,” she said. The crowd had parted into a small circle around us. There was a little quiet applause. We left the dance and had a very good night.