The Buzz Pt. 01

"This can't be real." I thought to myself, staring at them intently. At 19 years of age I'd still never seen a real life pair of breasts until today. In high school, a group of us had managed to dare the girl with the biggest chest in the year to quickly show us one. But it was a fleeting glimpse, and I didn't personally happen to catch a good look at the nipple that time. This time was different, however. Sitting on the dry sand at the top of the beach, only a few feet away from where I was sitting was a topless girl. She looked a couple of years older than me, with a head of jet black hair. Despite being quite a petite girl, she had a formidable bust. At least a D-cup. Probably bigger. I looked at my watch. It was one of the few times since getting it that I'd worn it.

The time was always wrong on my phone, which I usually kept off anyhow. So it was important to have some sort of time reference today. I was supposed to be meeting some friends. We were renting a house and I was meant to have gone to the house to get the keys with them about five minutes ago. But I was transfixed. "Is this even legal?" I asked myself. As far as I was aware, this was not a topless beach. No one else was topless, only her. Not that I was complaining. I wasn't going to be the one to tell her to put a bra on. If she didn't move for the next week, there was a good chance that I wouldn't either. Her hazel eyes met mine and settled there.

It was a normal sort of eye-contact on her part. It was as if it didn't even occur to her that I was overwhelmed by the visibility of her breasts, or that they were even visible at all. I can only imagine my eyes looked somewhat less peaceful. Even if she'd been wearing a top, the fact that she was a pretty girl would have been enough to have me awkwardly looking, pretending not to be too interested. But with her cleavage on full display, it was all I could do to even maintain eye-contact, my gaze drawn to her tits like some sort of powerful magnets.

Still she said nothing. It felt like I'd been staring for hours. There was no way she didn't realise what had caught my attention. I stopped to wonder if I was the only one taking notice. I hadn't been looking around to see other peoples' reactions. I wasn't going to take my eyes of a pair of hooters for that little piece of social behaviour research. Of course, I was probably the only person on the beach who was this much of a novice when it came to boobies. Most of the people I'd seen on the beach earlier had been middle-aged, which made the find of an early-twenties sort of an age of a girl, with her ample rack in full view all the more interesting a specimen. But most people by their thirties or forties would have seen enough nipple so that it might only merit a passing glance, rather than the marathon stare-off I was having with them.

I began to consider getting up and leaving. It wasn't good of me to leave my friends hanging. But how many times was an opportunity like this going to present its self? What if I returned later, only to find that the large-breasted girl had moved on? "That would haunt me for a long time." I thought to myself. "At least until I see another pair that good in the flesh again." Since the first set had taken so long to come along, I wasn't holding my breath waiting for a follow up. Besides, I could hardly walk. Would that be a satisfactory explanation as to why I was late? "Sorry, guys. You should have seen the tits on the girl I saw. The sight gave me such an erection that moving became physically impossible." When I thought about it that way, of course it was ok. But would they believe such a story. It's not like girls get their tits out often around here.

I reached into my pocket and produced my phone. Turning it on, I debated in my head what to do. I could call them or wait for them to call me. They'd probably call me any minute, asking where I was. Doing that would seal it. I'd have to make a move then. I could take a picture though. Granted, it wouldn't be the same, and that would be with a good camera. This was a crappy, non-smartphone sort of a camera. Whether they would even be recognisable as breasts was unclear. Plus, I wasn't keen on the idea of being seen taking a picture. She was still looking straight at me. It would be pretty obvious if I took a snapshot, no matter how covertly I did it. Maybe she had a boyfriend. The kind who would probably beat me to a pulp for trying to get a souvenir of my encounter with his girlfriend's big tits. The photograph idea became less and less appealing by the second. I quickly switched my phone off, just in case my friends called me, put me on the spot and ended my quality time with the topless beach girl.

My heart skipped a beat though, as she began to apply sun cream to her breasts. Not her body in general, but specifically her breasts, as if she was using all resources to protect the most important part of her. Still she maintained eye-contact, not seeming to notice my blushing or awkward demeanour. Was this an invitation? Clearly she had no problem with me getting a very good look. Would it be in my best interests to pursue this? Without really thinking it through I got up and started walking over. The bulge in my shorts was fierce, and one that wasn't possible to overlook as I stood over her. "Hi." I said, trying to act casual.

"Want to put your penis in-between my breasts?" She replied. My heart nearly gave out. No hello, no introduction or even an exchange of names. It was straight to the point. How long had she been hinting at this? Was that her intention from the moment she whipped her bikini top off?

"Is that allowed?" I asked, nervously.

She shrugged. "I don't care. I'm not sure what I'm doing right now is allowed. No one's stopping me though."

I nodded. Whilst many would gladly walk past, casually take a look at her breasts and carry on, largely unoffended, I feared that the sight of my erect penis resting between her boobs might provoke the more prudish qualities of the beach-folk to come out.

"If you're very afraid, we can go behind that big rock over there." She said pointing. Without waiting, she got up and led the way, not interested in my answer. Naturally, I decided to follow.

Behind the large rock we were indeed hidden from view. She lay down on the sand. There was no signal to get started, but that's how she seemed to roll. Looking to do it, lest she change her mind, I pulled out my penis from my shorts. Though I'm not the tallest or most heavily built, in fact I fall nearer the bottom end of that spectrum, my manhood was an impressive one, just under 7 inches and uncircumcised. She said nothing as I squatted down onto her, resting my body on her abdomen, trying my best not to hurt her. I slid my penis between her boobs. Still, not so much as a flicker from her face to express any kind of emotion, nor a word to put me at ease. She certainly seemed the cold and distant type. But she was letting me fuck her boobs.

I began to thrust, back and forth, very slowly. It was at this point she put on a pair of sunglasses. I began to build up my speed, using my hands to press them together, increasing the friction. My heart pounded as her breasts rubbed against my cock. It was embarrassing how quickly I was nearing my climax. I didn't get the impression she was going to be overwhelmed by me last for about three minutes between her tits. I slowed way down, doing my best not to humiliate myself. I managed to drag about an extra two minutes out of it before it happened. My balls tensed up, then the shaft of my penis, shooting thick streams of white slime onto her boobs and neck. "If I'd known I was going to be getting one of these, I wouldn't have jerked off all week." I thought. Mind you, if I'd known I was going to be fucking a pair of hot tits for a week, I doubt there would have been one day where my horniness didn't get the better of me.

When I finished cumming I looked at her again. Still she seemed unphased, as if this was really normal. Like an everyday occurrence. Maybe it was. I didn't know her. Perhaps everyone in town had got one off her. She began to wipe away my discharge with a tissue as I got off of her. Still she said nothing. It was really weird. All my life, I'd thought of sexual acts as very intimate. But she just seemed so distant from them, even when it was her idea.

"Why did you ask me to do that?" I asked.

"I asked if you wanted to. You said yes." She replied, bluntly.

"But why? You didn't seem into it at all."

"Did you like it?" She asked.

"Yes." I swiftly replied.

"Then don't concern yourself. I'm Megan, by the way. If you're interested, there's a house party at my student accommodation." She said, opening up the tiniest bit now.

"Are all the girls like you?" I asked.

"Yes." She answered, again coldly. What did that mean? All the girls were just as distant and soulless in their persona, or just as eager to fuck me? I knew for sure that I wouldn't be hanging around with my friends that night.