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The NipplesI went to a wedding last weekend in Central London. It was at a hall near London Bridge. I went alone as I am single, and the new couple put me at a table that had a couple of single women. Neither of them really caught my eye, but I chatted politely, as you do.You know how sometimes, you see a person, and then keep crossing paths with them over the nest few hours? For me, it often happens in airports. Show up at the check in desk, notice someone, then an hour or so later, they’re just in front of you at Security, and then they end up sitting on the other side of the aisle on the plane. Well last Saturday was like that. As I lined up to get in, with my invitation in hand, I noticed a slim blonde woman up ahead, with a very tall good looking bloke. It took me only seconds to see she wasn’t wearing a bra, and it seemed weird.I showed my invitation at the door and went in to the ceremony, where she ended up in the row behind me. She was about forty (she turned out to be forty two) and the tall guy she was with was at least ten years younger. She was quite pretty, but showed her age, and it was obvious that her long blonde hair had probably always been blonde but now needed dye.She was dressed very tastefully, but the dress was odd. It was a light blue satin material. She was slim and good looking; not scrawny or chunky; the kind of figure women would scream to have at her age, and the dress was long, right down to halfway down her calves. There was no neckline, no cleavage, long sleeves to her wrists, no skin and no straps. That was fine, except that the material was very thin and it was absolutely obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Not only did the dress display her very prominant nipples, as she swayed this way and that to get to her seat, I could also see the full size and shape of her breasts through the material as they jiggled about. They had sagged low, which is forgivable for a woman in her forties, but bless her; her really obvious nipples still pointed forwards and outwards, and Man, did they jiggle!The ceremony happened, then the signatures, then a big group photograph in the foyer, and then into the Dining Room, and lo and behold, the couple sat down opposite me at our table of twelve, including the two single women. She was very energetic and vivacious, and she stood up a lot to take photos. Every time, I saw her jiggling tits and nipples through her dress material, and at one point, when she was trying to get a shot round a column that was in the way, she leaned on her partner, and I could see the exact slightly saggy shape of her left boob.This woman wanted it to be obvious. bahis firmaları She just did it in a weird way. We have all seen big boobed women with low cut tops, who wear them because they’ve got big boobs, and they love saying “Whoops! Nearly slipped out there!” but she wasn’t an exhibitionist in any other way, and she had medium size breasts. Nothing was really on show. I couldn’t tell if her body was tanned or paper white, because this long sleeved long dress covered everything, except the shape of her chest. Put it this way, anyone looking could even see they were different sizes and the left one was lower. No normal woman would display that to the public! I was fascinated.We had a lovely dinner and luckily, the others at the table weren’t boring. It was an afternoon wedding, so it was only about 7pm when the band started. It had been a nice, easy gathering and I enjoyed the high quality free booze. I’d noticed things weren’t quite right with Ms Jiggly and her partner. Both had got up at various points during dinner and gone outside. However, they both went to the dance floor and Man, she wanted to dance! The thing she liked best was holding her arms straight up, and jumping up and down. Her tits just went into bouncy jiggly heaven. I got a fresh drink at the bar, which was by the side of the dance floor, and I stayed there; not just because I was watching Jiggly but because the band were interesting too. 6 women; drums, bass, guitar, sax, trumpet and trombone, and four of them could sing.In the middle of a song, the couple stopped dancing, and he stormed off. I wondered if it was because he thought she was being too exhibitionist. She stood for a moment, watched him leave the building, and then carried on dancing; eventually joined by other willing people….Fast forward to an hour later. She hasn’t stopped dancing and is pretty drunk. I’ve stayed at the end of the bar, and she came and got another white wine. Then she came and stood next to me and said “Like what you see?”I said the band were interesting and she said “Come on! I’ve seen you looking,” With an invitation like that, I looked straight down at her chest puppies swaying under the thin material and said “OK, yes, I do.” Her nipples were still so prominent that I knew they must be fake stick-ons, as she was now hot and sweaty and not affected by the aircon like when she first walked in. No nipples could stick out like that for 6 hours.”Come and drink with me” she said, taking my hand. She led me to the back, on the side of the stage where the bass guitarist was earlier. It was darker now. no band. Just two DJ’s. I asked where her kaçak iddaa boyfriend was and she said “Apparently, we’re not a thing any more. He decided just now. Just come and have a drink.”I wondered if her bra-less look wasn’t even the norm, but her trying to keep a younger guy interested, or if that was just part of her vivacious character and she always dressed like that. I didn’t care. She was definitely sexy; however unusual, and I had nowhere else to be. We stood in the dark corner, watching everyone else dancing, and eventually, she leaned back against my front and pulled my arms around her stomach. Women like to be held, and as I say, I didn’t have to be anywhere else. There was music and free booze, and a woman with no bra on.She started moving her bum from side to side against my crotch. She’s a good foot shorter tham me and when I looked down at her looking up, she pulled my head down with her right arm and kissed me deeply. Her left arm guided my left arm to the buttons on the back of her dress. There were six buttons down the centre of her back. As I said before, this dress was very modest and covered everything. I needed to undo three of them to get my hand inside.When my hand touched the skin of her back, she quivered, looked up and kissed me again. She was already writhing her bum against my stiffening cock, but she was also circulating deliberately to the left, to get my left hand inside her dress around to the front. It was dark. It was loud. Nobody was paying attention. I cupped her left tit in my hand. She quivered again, and although I couldn’t hear it, I felt she moaned. I raised my thumb and got really horny at the idea of peeling off her fake stick-on nipple in a public place, only to find a real, soft, firm, big nipple!She said “Do you have to be anywhere? Shall we get a cab?” I said no and yes, and it turns out, she lived in Borough. We could have walked, it was so close. I got nervous when we entered her flat, and said “What if he changes his mind, and comes here?” She said “He doesn’t even know where “here” is. I moved out of his flat a couple of weeks ago. Tonight we were trying to get back together. Do you want to see them?”She kicked off her shoes in her little living room, and then reached up inside her dress to remove her knickers. “Unbutton me” she said, turning around, and I undid the three I didn’t bother with before. She pulled the dress over her head and turned to face me. There was a good looking slim blonde woman with very white skin, a neatly trimmed blonde snatch, two medium and not too saggy tits; one about a half inch lower, with the biggest, reddest fucking kaçak bahis nipples I have ever seen! She even put Jane to shame! Even the areolae were bright red! Her tits looked so wounded, but at the sime time, fucking sexy!You’ll have to be gentle with them” she said. “they’ve been rubbing all day and they are really sore. Can I suck your cock?”It was all a bit too perfect really. I’ve not been getting much action for a while, so when she knelt down and swallowed me, and I could just reach my hands down low enough to gently massage her huge nipples, she whinced a couple of times with my cock in her throat, and when I finally came, there was so much that she sneezed my cum out of her nose! I have never experienced that before!She then went to the bathroom to clean up, and I put my clothes back on, expecting her to kick me out. Instead, she put coffee on and asked if I’d like to play a game. I wasn’t keen. She said “I’d like to make a porn video” and I was less keen. She went and found a camera and a head strap and said “Wear this, and nobody knows it’s you. All you have to do is fuck the shit out of me, and then I’ll send it to him.” My cock hardened… “Get your gear off again”.She put her blue dress on again and started the camera, strapped to my head, looking at her. She wiggled her tits, as she had done all day, and then started reaching down, pulling up the dress and fiddling with her snatch and moaning. Then she pulled off the dress and said “Oh, hello big boy! Didn’t see you there. Want to put that big thing to good use?”She lay back on the sofa, legs wide, and what didn’t really come out on the video is her squirting in my face when I sucked her cunt. However, after that, it’s pretty graphic. She talked dirty a lot, and a couple of times, she faked and said she couldn’t fit my cock in, because her previous partner had been so small. her fingers massaged the purple end of my cock, and she moaned, squirmed to the left and the right, and eventually managed to get it inside her snatch. Then, we fucked away. We fucked like rabbits. Halfway through, she got me to pull out and fuck her 42 year old milky white tits with the big red nipples, while moaning “Remember these?” to the camera, and trying to keep my wandering hands away from her sore nipples.Even though I found myself in such a surreal situation, I got turned on by the “revenge” side of the video, so without instruction, when I knew I was going to cum, I pulled out and mounted her chest. The first spurt always has the most pressure, and this big gob of cum managed to hit her in the right eye, then splash across her fringe and the side of her nose. The rest went between her lovely, slightly saggy, all evening-entertaining, 42 year old tits.The best fuck of my life… Ms Jiggly Nipples, and she looked up at the camera and said “That could have been you.”.
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