Underwater Boobs の小説・ストーリー

Now I would show her what I really meant. I backed towards the pool and threw us both in. We both went underwater and came up laughing. She swam at me and tried to dunk her but I was such stronger and held my ground. She was climbing me like a tree and I loved her breasts in my face. As she tried to get me underwater, I grabbed the v of her shirt and tugged her hard in a downward motion. Her shirt ripped in half and fully exposed her breasts. She inhaled a sharp breath and looked down at me with big eyes

I couldn't help giggling at the thought—they're all going to be shocked when I wear these. The red bikini was the smallest. It was an underboob style with bowknot ties for both the top and bottoms. The bottom was a high-waisted g-string. My behind would practically be saying hello to everyone if I wore this. I bit my lip—it was way too revealing for my taste, but I think this would be the perfect bikini to wear. I grabbed it and went to the bathroom to try it on. Looking at myself in the mirror, only the center of my breasts and the triangle part below were covered. My backside was completely exposed.

I jolt in my chair as the ice water hits my breasts and soaks through my shirt. Fuck, that’s a lot colder than I anticipated. I try to keep my face nonchalant. If Axel thinks I’m not bothered, maybe he’ll give up. “Turned on, are we?” He looks pointedly down at my breasts. I look down and see my nipples protruding through the shirt. I’m wearing a bra, but it’s my thinnest one — a ‘t-shirt bra’ I think they call it. I stare at my drenched chest, noticing how the white cotton clings tightly to the contours of my bra. I don’t think this is what the bra designers had in mind when they designed the tshirt bra, I think to myself wryly.

“Come on, your turn now!” She stands up and looks down at me, and around like she is making sure we are alone. She takes off her tank top and I forget to breathe. Her bra is too small for her, since it’s not her own. She is practically spilling out from it, and it’s taking everything for me to turn away and quit ogling her. This woman will be the death of me. She unbuttons her shorts next, pulling them down slowly, revealing some tiny barely there underwear. I make myself turn around before she catches me staring and it makes everything worse. I have never been more thankful for being in the water, where the erection that she has caused is safely hidden.

I decide to try and take another hot bath to relax me before trying to sleep again. Once the water is to the top of the tub, I slip down into it. I moan slightly as the temperature is perfect and feels so good on my body. The water covers just about all of me, but my breasts are slightly above and my nipples are on full display. They are erect from the air hitting them after becoming wet.

She tugged her shirt down, much lower, further revealing more of her boobs. It looked like, if she decided to tug any further, you would be able to see her nipple. But no, she wasn't done. She then took a bottle of water that she had brought to the field and was lying on the floor. She opened it slowly and desperately like she was starring in a commercial. Then she tipped her head back as she drank, with water spilling from the corner of her mouth and also from the bottle, straight down her chest, to her shirt and boobs

Because the only thing running through my mind was She’s going to find out. My gaze dropped to my oversized, worn out T-shirt, the one I only wore on days I wanted to feel like a soft heap of sadness. Thankfully, it was baggy enough to mask the slight curve beginning to form beneath my belly button. Not yet noticeable to the untrained eye, but I had seen it. Felt it. Feared it. If I’d been wearing one of my usual crop tops or even a fitted tank, she would’ve known immediately. I said a silent, frantic thank you to the universe and cleared my throat.

I tilted the bottle. Cold water spilled across my chest. “Oh my God—” I gasped theatrically. The too-small 32C bra turned instantly translucent, clinging wetly to my full 34D breasts. My hard pink nipples were completely visible, stiff and begging for attention under the soaked fabric. Water dripped down my cleavage in streams. Before Jax could even react, I “fumbled” the bottle again and poured the rest of the cold water directly onto the front of his loose shorts.

Needed more. I positioned myself in front of him in the same chest-deep spot, pressing close enough that my heavy breasts nearly brushed his chest above the surface. Underwater, I hooked both legs around one of his thick thighs and started grinding immediately. My bikini bottoms were already tugged aside. My bare, dripping cunt slid hot and slick along his muscle, coating him again with my creamy juices. I rocked faster than before, dragging my swollen clit up and down his leg with obvious hunger. Tiny waves spread around us. I didn’t care as much about hiding the motion today. The risk made my inner walls flutter.