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I was shopping one afternoon in Playmates of Hollywood, the world’s largest lingerie store, for brassieres and panties, as I often did. Playmate’s eclectic selections were one of my many weaknesses. I loved to scrutinize every item of merchandise in the store but not as much as I prized the study and investigation of beautiful girls and women. I deem myself a connoisseur of the female form. I discriminatingly selected an assortment of their finest lingerie to try on then strolled downstairs to their only fitting room. The door was closed. I impatiently waited a few minutes. At long last, the door flew open. It is a cliché to state that first impressions are everything for it gives the impression of superficiality. But in regard to that mystifying phenomena known as chemistry it without question is not solely shallow and surface.

My visual examination of her left me flabbergasted! I had never witnessed breasts of her magnitude on a girl so petite in stature. I was not one of the world’s greatest admirer’s of humongous-sized tits yet I was powerless in finding her to be intriguing. Her face was way too adorable, cute, captivating and loveable looking. She was about 5’2”, around an inch shorter than myself, and was thin yet very shapely in her ass and hips regions, as well. She had long, straight, all the same length brown hair, piercing blue eyes and full, luscious lips. She beamed the happiest facial expression at me as I just stood there feeling nude. She then spoke. “Would you mind doing me a big favor?” she asked. “You name it and consider it done,” I replied. She thanked me then invited me into the dressing room to critique the proper fitting of all of the garments she had chosen to purchase. Her personality was too warm and enticing to deny. I will admit that being granted the opportunity to survey her breasts also held me captive. I was thoroughly curious to find out if they were real and what size bra she wore. I quickly noticed the fitting room feeling much smaller in size. Being a woman of decorum I asked her if she would prefer for me to turn my head away as she undressed. She laughed and said, “No silly, you don’t have to do that!” Then she stripped out of her clothes. I was in awe and could feel my face begin to turn red. My God, I was blushing as she stood before me nude, in such close proximity, with the firmest, natural 36 DD tits giggling as she proceeded to try on clothing pieces. I was at first intimidated by her breasts but her naturalness and openness about her body placed me at ease. We just freely clicked as we chattered away with each other. I gave her my opinions on all of her lingerie choices. She then suggested that I display all of my lingerie selections for her to observe and critique. I undressed and began trying on my garments. By this time, the room felt like a tropical environment but I remained composed and polite.

We agreed with each other’s selections and headed to the cashier together. The cashier was a man who looked like he was drooling over her. He asked her if she had ever been featured in Playboy before. She replied, “Yes, I was Playmate of the month before.” He asked her for her autograph.   She whispered to me, “Do you think I should ask him for a discount?” I laughed. She signed a piece of paper for him. We checked out. She asked me if I wanted to come over to her place.   I said absolutely. Being with a Playmate was all foreign territory and I was always game for an original experience.

I followed her in my car. Her place was charming and very feminine. I felt right at home there. There was a mountain of photographs and magazines in a pile on her floor but beside that everything else was completely organized. She began telling me about all of her upcoming photo shoots. I listened. She got out the issue of Playboy she had been in and showed it to me. I read all of her comments and quotations and began reading them out loud to her. She laughed and told me to stop it. The magazine had told me that she was 21 years old. She then told me that Hugh Hefner had offered to make her Playmate of the Year if she would have agreed to get implants on top of her already natural 36 DD breasts.   She told me she told him, “No way!” We both died laughing at the silliness and absurdity of it. I was seated in her arm chair and she was sitting on the arm rest of the chair as she was showing me the magazine. As we were laughing she fell onto my lap. Suddenly, I never desired anything more than to be Santa Claus.

There was this natural, progressive flow between us. From the instant our eyes drank each other in she was pre-destined to end up my lover. We embraced and began to lightly touch our lips together. We both sighed. I caressed her face and played with her hair as we quickly began deeply and slowly kissing. The steam being created between us was passionate, intense, hot and sexy.   She jumped up, peeled off all her clothes and threw herself onto her bed with her legs and arms wide open. I so predictably followed her lead, except for ever so delicately laying down on top of her. I felt nervous to touch her breasts but my curiosity as to how they felt had to be rendered. I began to lightly fondle her tits, and then I grabbed them to feel how abundant they were to the size of my hands, overflowing in my grasp. I placed my lips on her protruding, large nipples and sucked and sucked and sucked on each of them incessantly. It was as if feeding off her breasts was providing me the nourishment I had been deprived of and fulfilled my insatiable oral fixation, well almost. I now understood why men have such a fetish for girls with huge boobs.

I deliberately and gradually advanced my tongue down her body until I reached her most vibrant vulnerable region. Her pussy was already moist and her body was quivering. My tongue positioned itself directly upon her clit as it licked her clit gently, softly and slowly. Without warning, she erupted into my mouth as her clit throbbed and pulsated inside me. She grabbed me and laid me down on the bed in a submissive position. She got on top of me and began to wildly kiss my lips. Her mouth devoured my breasts, clit and cunt in the most frenetic, frenzied state. I came in about ten whole seconds.

We laughed and laid in each others arms. We had gotten our first exploration of each others bodies out of the way so it was then time to move on to bigger and better discoveries between us. We both intuitively knew this and went with the vibe, trusting the energy we shared. We were comfortable and relaxed. There was no longer any sense of urgency.   Our amorous activities were born. We were conscious of our promising liaisons longevity. After all, she was a gorgeous, femme nymphet and I was gorgeous and insatiable so we had a great deal in common. I did not plan to be thrown out of this goddess’ kingdom. I was prepared to stay up for as many days and nights as it might take to thoroughly satisfy her in every conceivable way.

We watched a cheesy movie together and laughed hysterically. We ordered in dinner and ate. She asked me what I wanted to do. We looked at each other and started laughing. We were glued to each others bodies. This time around, my pace was even slower. I desired for her to become more aroused and stirred. Our clits fused into each others to the point of ignition. We climaxed then collapsed. We fell asleep as I held her in my arms all night. We made love to each others bodies again upon awakening the next morning. I left to go to work. I returned a few days later in honor of her invitation. This time around our sex session lasted two days and nights straight.

We were lovers and intimate friends for a couple of years until she decided that her wisest career move was to marry a very powerful man in the entertainment industry. I ended our relationship. Being old-fashioned, it is my staunch belief that one should only agree to a committed relationship for love and love alone. It was disappointing but I wished her the greatest happiness. If she were to have had a change of mind without my persuasive interference I would have been in a state of bliss to have her come back into my life as my intimate companion and risqué nymphomaniac. But I could only pray that her husband would appreciate and respect her natural, firm 36 DD breasts as much or more than I did!